INBOX ;

Oct. 30th, 2023 02:48 pm
tadpoled: (Default)
[personal profile] tadpoled


“Ah, this is Tav. Kindly leave your message.”

voice ; text ; action;

Date: 2024-03-20 09:17 pm (UTC)
extortionate: (pic#13310915)
From: [personal profile] extortionate
An empathetic man might express how difficult a transition the Rifted face - absent of not only physical landmarks, but emotional -

Lazar is not an empathetic man.

"Hell," Fork scrapes against plate. "If you're so eager, I got a job for you."

He's been snap-to-ing orders since he turned back up here. No harm in outsourcing a thing or two.

Date: 2024-03-21 02:21 am (UTC)
extortionate: (Default)
From: [personal profile] extortionate
"Bird-catching," Lazar turns the fork over, digs a tine beneath nail. It's been weeks since putting out that bandit's eye, and he'd swear there's still gunk - "Merchant's wife sends out a raven every week, pays to keep it private."

The Hightown rookeries have integrity, which means the information costs more than he's willing to cough up. They'd only sell him right back to her.

"She's hiding it from her husband. Could be an affair, mundane shite."

Or she could be in contact with the Anderfels, the whole reason she's being watched. Either's useful. But both sound a pain in the ass to intercept - what's Lazar gonna do, shimmy up a fucking tree, hope for the best?

"Be easiest to nab the bird outside the city. I can get you a route, and a description. They all got little red bands."
Edited Date: 2024-03-21 02:21 am (UTC)

Date: 2024-03-25 07:17 am (UTC)
extortionate: (pic#13310893)
From: [personal profile] extortionate
Well that's news.

There's a famous portrait in Rialto - he's seen copies - the Maiden Calculating. A blonde woman sits in classical three-quarters, arranged against a neutral slate of grey. Her eyes seem almost to move with the viewer, in sympathy, or perhaps confusion. Its reproduction alongside mathematical formulae came into vogue for a period of time.

He thinks of her now, that anonymous sitter. Wonders if she'd look half so lost.

"Your cell,"

Lazar prompts. What the fuck, dude.

Date: 2024-03-26 05:39 am (UTC)
extortionate: (Default)
From: [personal profile] extortionate
"Uh-huh,"

Lazar says, still running the numbers on whether Riftwatch has taken up a sudden interest in criminal justice. There are some completely baseless accusations that he needs to take care of, if so -

(There's coin under the loose floorboard, a change of clothes, some letters. He could be gone in under an hour.)

"You a mage?"

Sounds like an awful polite imprisonment. Gotta be a mage thing, they never stop fussing for that shite.

Date: 2024-03-29 04:31 am (UTC)
extortionate: (pic#13310890)
From: [personal profile] extortionate
Worse. So, probably not arson or larceny. Lazar's shoulders relax - he's in the clear.

"Well," He decides after a moment. "That's not gonna work for the bird."

No shit.

"You tell 'em you wanna touch grass?"
Edited Date: 2024-03-29 04:31 am (UTC)

Date: 2024-03-29 11:34 pm (UTC)
extortionate: (Default)
From: [personal profile] extortionate
"Walk around. Breathe some air. Talk to your birds, or whatnot." He chugs the last of his cup, scrapes up to his feet. "Don't need to leave nowhere for that. Seagulls shitting all over this place - griffons're probably worse."

Lazar doesn't know. He's not putting an arm anywhere near those beaky fucks.

Date: 2024-04-01 07:12 am (UTC)
extortionate: (pic#13310896)
From: [personal profile] extortionate
"Hell, kid. Look out your window." Lazar stretches a heavy arm, squints to the door. It's shift soon. "Dunno how Williams ever keeps 'em in the eyrie."

But they fly plenty.

"Well, I gotta piss. Thanks for the roll."