HAYAME ➳ PLEROMA (VOICE)

[warmare]

[One member of Pleroma has intentionally avoided Communion for months, but now... perhaps it can actually be of use. Now, she actually requires something that she cannot accomplish through strength or stubbornness alone, so-

A hard, cold voice barely comes through, mixed with an inexperienced jumble of vague (violent, dark) images until the words solidify as:]

Who amongst you has the ability to write?

I require a posting for the Achamite heads.

[OOC: please be warned there will be (cw: beheading) in this post]

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[wolof]

Very well. I accept your conditions.

[ She's not exactly planning on asking Hayame to do anything at the time, but who knew when she'd need someone to shoot an arrow. Those can change the direction of an entire battle, even one of them can. ]

Now, what am I writing for you?

[warmare]

It will be posted with the heads to list their owners crimes.

[Hmmm...]

It needs to declare that they died for the crime of supporting the Regent, and being therefore responsible for the destruction of other worlds.

It also need bear my name, lest the poor Pleroma or Venerans suffer on my account.

[... the "poor" sounds. Sarcastic.]

[wolof]

[ She sounds delighted, when she says: Scare tactics. I'm impressed.

[ She actually means it, too. Akua is one who doesn't worry about little things like... death, or killing. It happens, it should at least serve a purpose. ]

Only one? Or multiple?

Should I prepare some extra, just in case you get more?

[warmare]

[… at least it’s not more whining about the idea of other people getting in trouble!]

One will do for now.

[wolof]

[ Psh. Please, Hayame, you're dealing with a Villain. There's always collateral damage. ]

Very well, one it is.

Where shall I deliver it?

[warmare]

Name a location and time, and I will meet you there.

[wolof]

There's a small bar near the docks, called "the Conniving Cormorant".

Let's meet there.

[warmare]

I will be there in the early hours.

This accursed "glamor" does not actually conceal my shape, only my looks.

[So she can't be in or near a crowded bar... without someone bumping into an invisible rump.]

[wolof]

Very well. I will have your work all ready for you, don't worry.

And if it's easier, we can meet outside.

[warmare]

... That is easier, yes.

[As much as it chafes to admit.]

[wolof]

Then we shall meet outside. I don't wish to chance our covers.

[ It's just pragmatic, Hayame! There's no shame, or derision in her tone. ]

[warmare]

Of course.

[On that, they can agree.]