12-03-2013, 07:03 PM
Grace has no understanding of what went on Sunday night. She doesn't get Callisto, or see the bear's presence or anything. Chances are even if she were told, she'd think of the spirit more as a subroutine or daemon than anything else -- a background process in the grand machine. She just knows how people are reacting.
And it seems from that, that the shit's hit the fan.
It seems from that, that the Chantry may no longer be safe. That nowhere is.
There's not much that she can do about that, really, except to do what she's promised, and reach out to Shoshannah. At least she can provide another way for the girl to help. A way that (hopefully) won't get her attacked or infested with crud this time.
And it's thus, so ignorant of the girl's pressing need to protect the Chantry from the latest threat, that Grace tracks down the Dreamspeaker.
"Hey, Shoshannah," she starts, sad eyes drifting around a bit in trepidation. The last time they spoke, it hadn't ended well. Shoshannah had stomped off all angry because of the three people caring about her. "We were talking the other night about trying to contact Lucia Montanari's old cabal. Maybe they'd like to help us, help bring her back, or at least give us some clue on how to stop her. Maybe they know what she's capable of, you know?
"Trouble is, nobody knows their phone numbers exactly. I know you sent out a message looking for the people who stopped Thakinyan before. Think you could try again with this?
"We're kind of running low on options, information, you know... a plan? Other than just walking into that circle like a bunch of idiots... Scrying just opens up all your ports to that dude. But... ah... yeah you probably already know that."
And it seems from that, that the shit's hit the fan.
It seems from that, that the Chantry may no longer be safe. That nowhere is.
There's not much that she can do about that, really, except to do what she's promised, and reach out to Shoshannah. At least she can provide another way for the girl to help. A way that (hopefully) won't get her attacked or infested with crud this time.
And it's thus, so ignorant of the girl's pressing need to protect the Chantry from the latest threat, that Grace tracks down the Dreamspeaker.
"Hey, Shoshannah," she starts, sad eyes drifting around a bit in trepidation. The last time they spoke, it hadn't ended well. Shoshannah had stomped off all angry because of the three people caring about her. "We were talking the other night about trying to contact Lucia Montanari's old cabal. Maybe they'd like to help us, help bring her back, or at least give us some clue on how to stop her. Maybe they know what she's capable of, you know?
"Trouble is, nobody knows their phone numbers exactly. I know you sent out a message looking for the people who stopped Thakinyan before. Think you could try again with this?
"We're kind of running low on options, information, you know... a plan? Other than just walking into that circle like a bunch of idiots... Scrying just opens up all your ports to that dude. But... ah... yeah you probably already know that."