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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>"Honestly guys," Fenris says, sauntering along behind the uniformed guards, fingers laced behind his head, "I know my way around, you really don't have to escort me." One of the guards, a scrappy looking Capybara with an ugly scar across the bridge of his nose, rolls his eyes at the Tiger's easy banter. |
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| + | "I honestly don't see why the highlady even lets riffraff like you in here," he mutters, "A ne're-do-well and grifter if ever I've seen one!" | ||
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| + | Fenris only grins at the accusation. "You flatter me, as always, Griz," he says affably, and the other guard, a rather larger hippo snorts in response. The trio stops at the bottom of a ladder. | ||
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| + | "Highlady!" the Capybara called Griz calls up, "Your visitor is here!"<br> <br>"Ah. Yes. Friend Fenris is free to come up," Flora offers, looking down from the hole in the ceiling... Or from her perspective, the floor. The ladder is already extended, allowing the tiger to climb up. It's not a particularly fancy ladder. Very spartan, very Flora. | ||
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| + | The room above is... Curious to say the least. Dome-shaped, no lights other than the small, magical lamp hanging from the ceiling... The whole dome seems to be placed on... Wheels, all around the thing, and there is a large, roughly rectangular section of the room marked with paint.<br> <br>Fenris gives a lazy salute to the two gaurds and scrambles up the ladder with a grace and agility that belies his size. The big tiger hauls himself up into the austeer dome and looks around curiously. "Alright," he finally says, "I give up. What is it? A secret meeting room? The ladder is a nice touch for that."<br> <br>"Observatory. Not done yet," Flora offers, as she places a hand against the dome, and slowly but surely pushes it to move it around. "The viewport will be there, yes. Probably get a mage to make it move with magic, instead of by hand," she adds with a smile on her muzzle, tails swaying behind her, as she looks over the small room. "Will make a long-distance camera to take pictures of the stars, yes. Maybe learn things."<br> <br>"Huh," Fenris says, watching the dome spin around him, "That's a good trick." The tiger looks around for a spot to sit. "Why not just use those star maps from the Creator Store?" he asks, "Siyu seemed pretty keen on them, if I remember right." He grins and waves at the unfinished view hole. "Then you can just use this to take embarrassing pictures of the neighbors instead!"<br> <br>"That would not be learning anything. Besides, the creators don't... Actually share them? Star maps are nice, but they don't teach beings much about the motions of the stars, or what they are. Observation does, yes," Flora offers with a smile, a flick of her tails. | ||
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| + | "Speaking of observation..."<br> <br>Fenris shrugs, setting himself up on the floor by the bare, rotating wall, being careful not to lean on it, his own tail wrapped around to lie on his feet. "Whatever makes you happy," he says, "I'm sure that the academy will appreciate it." He sits forward and wraps his huge arms around his knees, looking at Flora over them. "Observation?" he asks.<br> <br>"Friend Fenris has heard of one of Firmament's newest residents? Mister Angus Argos?" Flora offers, leaning carefully against the dome, making sure it doesn't shift as she puts her weight against it. | ||
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| + | "Flora has some... Doubts about mister Argos, yes."<br> <br>"Argus? The priest?" Fenris asks, "Sure. He is hard to miss these days. Preaching on street corners, holding private lectures and recitations of the First Text. I understand he even managed to get some personal time with the Peoples' Council. I've met career politicians with less public exposure. What is it you want to know?"<br> <br>"Flora thinks mister Argos may not... Be from Promise... Which would be a problem if he tried to influence the King's decissions, yes?" Flora offers, tail swaying lightly behind her. "Mister Argos claims to be from Branshire, so Flora would like to know more, yes." | ||
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| + | "If everything is fine, then that's fine, of course, yes... But something doesn't feel fine right now, no."<br> <br>Fenris considers for a moment. "He seems to care quite a bit about Promise and its people," the Tiger says, "He spends almost all of his time working for the good of Promise and Sweetwater, as far as I know. And some of his concerns are really worth thinking about. I know he doesn't agree with your stances on a lot of things, but what makes you think that he is not a native of Promise?"<br> <br>"Flora has no issues with beings, from Promise or not, working for the good of beings or creators... But if mister Argos is indeed from elsewhere, that would be... Troubling, yes? His words would be a break of the embargo the Creators put on information." | ||
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| + | "Why? Mister Argos seems to know more about the Creators than he lets on, yes. Something suggests that mister Argos may have... Personal motifications. Flora isn't sure what, or even why." | ||
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| + | "Maybe Mister Argos speaks the truth, in which case, Flora will accept that. But if Mister Argos is speaking out because he was personally wronged by a Creator, that is something that should be known, yes? By the Church, by the Creators, and by the people mister Argos is preaching to, yes? And if Mister Argos was an offworld being, that sounds like something important to know, too, yes?" | ||
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| + | "Something Friend Fenris's... Employer would probably want to know, too?"<br> <br>Fenris sits still and watches Flora thoughtfully. "Well,? he says, "You are not wrong. Other people have been asking about him." The tiger unclasps his hands and leans back. "His story checks out,? he says, then hesitates.<br> <br>"Friend Fenris seems... Hesitant? Is there something friend Fenris can't say? Or does Friend Fenris have... Similar doubts about his story?" the she-cat offers, tails swaying lightly, as she looks up at the magical lamp for a moment. Flora doesn't appear to be one for eye-contact. Never has been.<br> <br>"Something, yes," Fenris says, "Some THINGS, rather, but I can't share all of them." The tiger sits up again, folding his legs beneath him. "Everyone agrees that he is from Branshire," he explains, "I even went down there to ask about him. He is a well known figure in the community. Mostly quiet and kept to himself. No friends or family to speak of, just a zealous devotion to the First Text. No one could claim that they knew him well, but everyone knew who he was." Fenris looks to Flora, to be sure that she is following.<br> <br>"And yet, there are things friend Fenris considers... Suspicious, yes?" Flora offers with a small smile, tails still twitching behind her. Some vindication for her suspiciouns, perhaps? Still, she waits and listens, sitting down against the lower wall of the dome herself, looking at Fenris almost expectantly. | ||
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"Honestly guys," Fenris says, sauntering along behind the uniformed guards, fingers laced behind his head, "I know my way around, you really don't have to escort me." One of the guards, a scrappy looking Capybara with an ugly scar across the bridge of his nose, rolls his eyes at the Tiger's easy banter.
"I honestly don't see why the highlady even lets riffraff like you in here," he mutters, "A ne're-do-well and grifter if ever I've seen one!"
Fenris only grins at the accusation. "You flatter me, as always, Griz," he says affably, and the other guard, a rather larger hippo snorts in response. The trio stops at the bottom of a ladder.
"Highlady!" the Capybara called Griz calls up, "Your visitor is here!"
"Ah. Yes. Friend Fenris is free to come up," Flora offers, looking down from the hole in the ceiling... Or from her perspective, the floor. The ladder is already extended, allowing the tiger to climb up. It's not a particularly fancy ladder. Very spartan, very Flora.
The room above is... Curious to say the least. Dome-shaped, no lights other than the small, magical lamp hanging from the ceiling... The whole dome seems to be placed on... Wheels, all around the thing, and there is a large, roughly rectangular section of the room marked with paint.
Fenris gives a lazy salute to the two gaurds and scrambles up the ladder with a grace and agility that belies his size. The big tiger hauls himself up into the austeer dome and looks around curiously. "Alright," he finally says, "I give up. What is it? A secret meeting room? The ladder is a nice touch for that."
"Observatory. Not done yet," Flora offers, as she places a hand against the dome, and slowly but surely pushes it to move it around. "The viewport will be there, yes. Probably get a mage to make it move with magic, instead of by hand," she adds with a smile on her muzzle, tails swaying behind her, as she looks over the small room. "Will make a long-distance camera to take pictures of the stars, yes. Maybe learn things."
"Huh," Fenris says, watching the dome spin around him, "That's a good trick." The tiger looks around for a spot to sit. "Why not just use those star maps from the Creator Store?" he asks, "Siyu seemed pretty keen on them, if I remember right." He grins and waves at the unfinished view hole. "Then you can just use this to take embarrassing pictures of the neighbors instead!"
"That would not be learning anything. Besides, the creators don't... Actually share them? Star maps are nice, but they don't teach beings much about the motions of the stars, or what they are. Observation does, yes," Flora offers with a smile, a flick of her tails.
"Speaking of observation..."
Fenris shrugs, setting himself up on the floor by the bare, rotating wall, being careful not to lean on it, his own tail wrapped around to lie on his feet. "Whatever makes you happy," he says, "I'm sure that the academy will appreciate it." He sits forward and wraps his huge arms around his knees, looking at Flora over them. "Observation?" he asks.
"Friend Fenris has heard of one of Firmament's newest residents? Mister Angus Argos?" Flora offers, leaning carefully against the dome, making sure it doesn't shift as she puts her weight against it.
"Flora has some... Doubts about mister Argos, yes."
"Argus? The priest?" Fenris asks, "Sure. He is hard to miss these days. Preaching on street corners, holding private lectures and recitations of the First Text. I understand he even managed to get some personal time with the Peoples' Council. I've met career politicians with less public exposure. What is it you want to know?"
"Flora thinks mister Argos may not... Be from Promise... Which would be a problem if he tried to influence the King's decissions, yes?" Flora offers, tail swaying lightly behind her. "Mister Argos claims to be from Branshire, so Flora would like to know more, yes."
"If everything is fine, then that's fine, of course, yes... But something doesn't feel fine right now, no."
Fenris considers for a moment. "He seems to care quite a bit about Promise and its people," the Tiger says, "He spends almost all of his time working for the good of Promise and Sweetwater, as far as I know. And some of his concerns are really worth thinking about. I know he doesn't agree with your stances on a lot of things, but what makes you think that he is not a native of Promise?"
"Flora has no issues with beings, from Promise or not, working for the good of beings or creators... But if mister Argos is indeed from elsewhere, that would be... Troubling, yes? His words would be a break of the embargo the Creators put on information."
"Why? Mister Argos seems to know more about the Creators than he lets on, yes. Something suggests that mister Argos may have... Personal motifications. Flora isn't sure what, or even why."
"Maybe Mister Argos speaks the truth, in which case, Flora will accept that. But if Mister Argos is speaking out because he was personally wronged by a Creator, that is something that should be known, yes? By the Church, by the Creators, and by the people mister Argos is preaching to, yes? And if Mister Argos was an offworld being, that sounds like something important to know, too, yes?"
"Something Friend Fenris's... Employer would probably want to know, too?"
Fenris sits still and watches Flora thoughtfully. "Well,? he says, "You are not wrong. Other people have been asking about him." The tiger unclasps his hands and leans back. "His story checks out,? he says, then hesitates.
"Friend Fenris seems... Hesitant? Is there something friend Fenris can't say? Or does Friend Fenris have... Similar doubts about his story?" the she-cat offers, tails swaying lightly, as she looks up at the magical lamp for a moment. Flora doesn't appear to be one for eye-contact. Never has been.
"Something, yes," Fenris says, "Some THINGS, rather, but I can't share all of them." The tiger sits up again, folding his legs beneath him. "Everyone agrees that he is from Branshire," he explains, "I even went down there to ask about him. He is a well known figure in the community. Mostly quiet and kept to himself. No friends or family to speak of, just a zealous devotion to the First Text. No one could claim that they knew him well, but everyone knew who he was." Fenris looks to Flora, to be sure that she is following.
"And yet, there are things friend Fenris considers... Suspicious, yes?" Flora offers with a small smile, tails still twitching behind her. Some vindication for her suspiciouns, perhaps? Still, she waits and listens, sitting down against the lower wall of the dome herself, looking at Fenris almost expectantly.
