Locked to everyone who went to Alcuin's dungeon EXCEPT Imriel because he missed the fight

[thornsofmalkav]

Guys. Hey, guys? Remember how we went into Alcuin's brainjail and ended up fighting soldiers and a huge jerk disguising herself as Phedre?

I, uh, just encountered this woman out in the, uh, scale tube. She's calling herself 'Edmée de Toulard' and. Well. She looks like this.

[And Thorne will livestream them about ten seconds of a woman who looks a hell of a lot like a roughly ten-years-older version of the Main Boss of Alcuin's dungeon, if less inclined to supervillainous grandstanding.]

Am I seeing things or what?

Also. Um. I tried to get her to stay with me, but it didn't work. If she is who she looks like, though, I advise HELLA FUCKING CAUTION because. Uh. I think we all remember what happened before, even if she doesn't necessarily have any of the magic bullshit Alcuin's brain gave her.

Comments

[awondrousplace]

Thorne, darling? Remember what happened the last time you assumed something on emotion without getting the information?

You are likely overreacting again.

[willyousee]

That is not Edmee. That is Melisande Sharhizai. She may not have magic, but she is dangerous.

[awondrousplace]

Ah. Well, caution is warranted in that case. I just did not wish another Eren Titan Incident.

[thornsofmalkav]

That's why I didn't attack her! But if she is her and not who she says I wanted to warn people!

[awondrousplace]

Good, Thorne. You are learning.

I will keep on my guard.

[willyousee]

[willyousee]

Thorne, guard her. Now. I will be right there.

[shiroganeheir]

Do you need some backup? I can be there as well.

[thornsofmalkav]

She already left! Should I chase after?

[awitchdidit]

Oh? I rather liked her style, or that is, Alcuin's image of her style.

...that's probably a warning sign, isn't it?

[thornsofmalkav]

... yes. Yes, it is. Although I can't blame you. I mean, I'd like it if I didn't know the shit she pulled back in Angel France.

[awitchdidit]

Considering what you know about what I've done, that's saying quite a lot. I'll stay aware of my surroundings when I introduce myself.

[amadine]

Well, that's some terrible timing. Or a truly unfortunate coincidence.

Do you know anything more about her than what we saw in the dungeon? It's possible the construct was a flawless reproduction, with or without the magic, but if so, she'd be the only one.

[willyousee]

It was not. She is smoother. More sensual. More beautiful. More deadly. She'll not kill you with magic, and likely not with knives. She will poison your world and bit by bit bring it down around you.

[amadine]

That sounds terribly familiar.

[thornsofmalkav]

Um. Not as much as Alcuin or Phedre. She is very rich, very kinky, and got Alcuin and his Lord killed. Also she sold out her country to Vikings.

[amadine]

So she's a noblewoman.

...What the fuck is a Viking?

[protect_and_serve]

Melisande Shahrizai.

[Joscelin, with his insistence on propriety, rules, and formality, has struck many Travelerrs for years as a mascot of sorts, a faithful hound dog. Phedre may be the only one, until now, to see and remember the wolf behind the sleek, domestic lines of her guardian.

But everyone else is about to get a look. The depths of fury and loathing with which Joscelin pronounces her name sound utterly unlike him.]

Not actually here

[howexciting]

[... Leonardo knows that tone of voice, and it is not one common to the Casseline.

To Ezio, perhaps, when he is close to a target, his vengeful streak taking hold in him. But not Joscelin.

He will be hurrying to find Melisande, or Joscelin, or both, before one of them gets killed by the other.]

[canbebrave]

Ser Joscelin?

Who is she?

[thornsofmalkav]

Oh shit.

[YEAH SHE IS TOTALLY GOING TO TRY TO INTERCEPT YOU.]

[not here]

[morethanashadow]

[Phillip is not commenting to this post for the moment, but he's watching. Boy is he watching.]

[later, locked to Thorne.]

[morethanashadow]

Hey. She's asking after Imriel. Is it safe to let her find him?

[wholeheaded]

[ Ambrose is just gonna... whistle quietly to himself, decide he's had quite enough fraught Angel France shenanigans for the month, make a mental note to not trust or sleep with this person, and go about his business.]

[thornsofmalkav]

[AMBROSE YOU ARE THE SMARTEST OF TRAVELERS.]