un : dappled peals of the parted seas (voice)

[beitangmoran]

I seem to have provoked the ire of Lord Thyvault and currently find myself rather uncomfortably confined to a cell. If anyone out could let His Highness Haiva know, I would be most grateful.

... Oh, and if I could prevail on anyone to come get me out? It's not an emergency, but the smells are rather revolting down there.

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un: sling shot

[slippin]

[ Well...well. Potential bright side: ] Anyone interesting in there with you?

[beitangmoran]

A few tentative defectors, but otherwise, not really.

[slippin]

[ Mock-raising his voice to "address" Moran's cellmates: ] He's calling you boring! [ And resuming normal tones: ] Well, don't let this go to waste. You guys have something in common now. [ A powerful man who hates your guts! Evidently.

A beat. ] Is everyone else in okay shape?

un: manic marbles | voice

[saintclaire]

[Clipped:]

I'll talk to Thyvault, but I need more information. What happened?

[beitangmoran]

I was trying to get a reaction to gauge the temperature of the political tension. I got one. I would abstain from talking to Lord Thyvault about it for now, he's probably not inclined to mercy.

I asked him why he thinks using a tactic that involves throwing men to the slaughter will eventually work when it hasn't so far and is very unlikely to, given that he isn't an imbecile.

And so I asked him if he was hiding something from King Deimar. He did not like this one bit.

He did not deny it, mind. He thinks the king is foolish and he does not hesitate to speak out loud, to someone he doesn't even know.

[saintclaire]

That wasn't very smart.

[To put it mildly.]

I'm not sure how you think anyone will get you out without appealing to Thyvault, considering anyone who lets you walk out [or break out...] will probably only aggravate him further. But I'm in his entourage, so I'll judge when he's open to discussing this and see what I can do.

For now, I suggest treading carefully. Conditions could always be worse.

un: xunxian; voice

[topoiran]

My Lord?

[ Yea he. Did not expect that on this fine day. Well. Fine-ish. ]

[beitangmoran]

I'm fine, Xunxian. Uncomfortable, but I'm not in danger.

The muzzle was an interesting touch, I must say.

[topoiran]

[ On his side of the connection his eyes narrow, and his voice is. Flat. ]

Muzzle.

[weifinder]

Would you like a well dressed, slightly underfed not quite twin on hand for this adventure?

[topoiran]

I.. will appreciate that. Though I have been training since finding myself here, I hardly count myself a very efficient ... combattant.

But I can probably provide rather extensive information about the location.

[ He's likely better than he considers himself, he tends to be very exacting towards himself while not showing it. ]

un: Black Prince; text

[blackscales]

Well, you tested our limits and found them I suppose. I could petition Haiva for you, given I spend plenty of time with him.

voice

[beitangmoran]

He does have a bit of a hair trigger, and at the same time he is extremely imprudent in who he shares his low opinion of Deimar with.

That would be appreciated, but please tell him I will apologize for causing trouble when I am out.

[blackscales]

[ A pause, before he switches to voice too. His tone is mild, even, but there's a hint of something cautious too. ]

If you're intending to leave under your own power, the request and apology may ring hollow.

[ He can still ask Haiva, of course, but asking for someone to be released only for them to break out is an awkward look. ]

[weifinder]

You know the nice thing is I'm not also jailed with you. Yet? It's been months, I'm losing my touch in annoying powerful people!

Want the distraction?

[beitangmoran]

How fortunate.

I could always use a distraction, and Xunxian could probably use help in breaking me out.

un: anzhi

[balancedwire]

I don't doubt that it is. I've been jailed before, not here, but before all of this craziness.

[ When he was dealing with Disha. ]

What kind of guards are watching you?

[beitangmoran]

Only about 4 fantassins for the whole jail complex. The men are needed elsewhere. They patrol extremely infrequently and it's clear they'd all rather be somewhere else.

un: absterge

[downswing]

...again?

[beitangmoran]

I beg your pardon?

1/3

[reparo]

[ No, Hermione, don't gloat. ]

[reparo]

[ Just because it feels good to know even wise men can be Wrong about things. This isn't about you. ]

3/3; audio

[reparo]

I feel like the most reasonable thing I could do to help you is not to get involved.

un: ut malum pluvia | audio

[somebadnews]

[ So sue him, it's a little satisfying that the guy who called him out got arrested for having a big mouth. Five might have still offered to help, since this isn't the best time to get captured by the enemy and it's only about a minute worth of effort, but it seems like he doesn't need to do anything more than appreciate that it happened.

He still listens for a while, just because he's had a hard few months and he's so rarely vindicated. Helpfully: ]

They stopped at a muzzle?

[beitangmoran]

There was chains earlier, too, but that seems customary.

[Gloat all you want, Five, Moran is still sounding unbothered.]