The Moon's Livery had been rented, then directly owned by the Baron, lent to DeMuer Exports and finally gifted to the Barony over the last three years, and for most of them she had not been a beautiful ship. With dark sails and rough-edged arcane iron jutting from the hull, she was more Leviathan than the fine lady of the sea she had once been, long ago.
But her metamorphosis had now come full circle. The Barony would continue to use her as a freighter, mostly reserving her for diplomatic missions and other deliveries of various goods as shows of charity, good will or good faith. The sails were a gorgeous white, faintly pearlescent as their enchantments sang to the ebb and flow of RhyDin's ley lines. The arcane iron had been coated and polished to a fine gleam, and lanterns and streamers dangled and fluttered in the ocean breeze. The aftermath of a party celebrating the ship's new life, and an excuse for DeMuer to rub elbows with the cross-realms elite, forging new relationships over cocktails and the kind of conversation that tested his mettle in the worst way.
The Livery was a beacon on the RhyDin waterfront. Tonight, for the first time in decades, she easily eclipsed the ships she shared the docks with.
Alain stood at the prow some minutes after the last guests departed, enjoying a cigarette and contemplating the black, choppy water stretched out before him. So far no one had moved up from belowdecks to begin clean-up; frankly, no one wished to disturb him.
Gemethyst was watching him. Had been watching him for a while, actually. Hard man to corner, the Baron. Not that she wanted to corner him, in reality. She had a very bad feeling that he would be far worse than a cornered rat. Not that he was ratlike. Oh no. Alain was nothing short of frankly magnificent, and she was glad he had a woman. It decreased his danger rating by a huge percentage. Now that his guests had left, she felt like it would be okay to interrupt him. Before much else happened, and while he was in an introspective mood. If that is what it was. He was a very hard man to read. She stepped from the shadows of some crates that littered the wharf, and angled herself so the would see her, if he looked her way. She was in her leathers, and all but blending into the shadows around her, but for the gleam of light on her silver hair. It transmuted it to liquid metal, in effect. She spoke just loud enough for his ears to catch it. "Ahoy the ship."
It took a few moments, but once she spoke his eyes searched, adjusted to the city lights behind him, and found her standing amongst the crates. He smiled, or it looked like he smiled. "Come aboard." He adjusted his lean and put his back to the water. "I get the feeling we need to talk."
She nodded slowly, assessing that smile. She hoped it was a smile. It might not be. With him, she was not sure. Her own flickered up at him, and then she was moving. Quick and sure, she strode up the gang way and then on over to his side. She sent a quick, searching look up to his face, before letting her gaze move out over the water. "Couple things to let you know."
It was a smile, more or less. They were never one hundred per cent, his eyes telling that his mind was working over a hundred other things. But it didn't appear he was out to frighten or intimidate.
"Shoot."
"Kay....first there is a pit. Outside where the camp was, a few nights back. Its big...deep." She had to swallow for some reason, and her face grew paler than normal. She ran her tongue over suddenly dry lips. She looked like someone trying to quell nausea. "It was burned out, but.....not well enough. No. Not well enough." One hand went to her forehead to rub there. Gem stress. The other gripped the railing so hard her knuckles were white. Her voice, though, it stayed utterly controlled and normal.
He paused. His smile vanished, but he carefully schooled his expression. "How many, do you think?" Meaning the dead.
"I think......more than I can accurately guess. Saw...dozens of ..of arms." Nodding. "Legs. Bits that didn't get completely burned. It reeks. Can't miss it now, the smell is..." She didn't, she was sure, need to describe it more than that. "Anyway, the camp has split. I don't know where the majority went. I am still searching. As is Aja. She takes days, I search at night. Some other chaps, Trystan and folks he knows, they are, at night as well. He is ..close to Montgomery." Meaning relationship-wise. "The remaining camp is not big, and its got only some prisoners. I have not seen Montgomery there. I know they put a tracer on one of the Jaffa, but I don't know if its working or if they found it or not. I know that Kitty or Maranya or Petyr can tell you who is watching the tracer."
"A tracer?" He frowned darkly... sighed smoke through his nose. "Hopefully they haven't noticed it... The small camp should be easy to hit, and once we do it should discourage them from splitting their numbers any further. What did you find out about the locks there?"
"They have an outer ring of guards...and they are very, very alert. I was only barely able to pass them. The inner ring is even worse." She sighed. "The locks were too much for my picks. I have another set being made to my specifications. Thicker, harder metal. Adamantium. Broke one set. I tried acid, but got discovered before I could see if it worked." She gnawed at her bottom lip for a moment. "The creature I was trying to free...he got...killed, when they discovered me." Guilt. Could he feel it emanating from her?
"They're all doomed if we don't try," he said, "and you're trying. Remember it was the Jaffa who killed him." It came out of his mouth pretty quickly; then again, he had some experience getting people killed on the job.
"If the Jaffa were all dead or sufficiently distracted, could you break the locks?"
"I am fairly sure of it. I have obtained a really nasty acid...and I have made my sticky balls." She pulled one from a pouch to show him. It was a golfball sized affair, a malleable sphere. "That outer coating sticks to what you throw it at, which activates the acid, which then eats through. I can stick em to the locks, the bars....whatever. Also throw em at the cobraheads. Maybe make a hole big enough for someone to shoot through. I also have some deadly poison on caltrops. They are very sharp, armor-piercing sorts. Might reach up into the footgear high enough to prick em. Also, I put a trap up on the porch. Meant to activate if a heavy enough weight in metal comes across. It will deliver an electrical charge enough to knock out a tank.
"There is..something else. About me."
He looked aside at her and nodded, slightly.
"There is something I can do." She actually looked all around them, and lowered her voice, leaning in a bit. "I can channel..or weave...depends what you want to call it. Some ...its not magic. It's...elemental energy manipulation. Some patterns I know, not very many, but some of them are very potent. I could shield you, for instance, from magic and physical attacks. Or several people. But there are serious drawbacks."
"Such as?" He folded his arms, waiting for the counterpoint. He could only guess it was heavy.
"Well. It seems I am a "wild". I don't have much control or ability to do it without really hard concentration. I mean..I can be interrupted easily. If I get hit, or pushed or...even shouted at...it breaks the focus. So I can't just..do it. I have to focus for a couple minutes, and then weave the pattern. Takes about four minutes to do a thing." Too long if she is combat. Not if she is behind a line of folks, though. "Once its made, the weave stays till I dissipate it. It doesn't need further concentration." A little shift of her weight. "Also, it is dangerous. Because I am mostly untrained, it is difficult to choose the right strands. Sometimes...I can pull my own..or a bad source's. And then I drain myself. That..usually ends in death. Even so, without making that mistake, I am not much good afterwards, even doing everything right. If I do several weaves, I would have to be carried out."
"Then I'm ruling it out," Alain said with a headshake. "We need you for those locks, and even if recovery wasn't a problem, the risks are unacceptable..." He finished his cigarette and pitched it over the railing. "We'll just have to hit the Jaffa hard and fast. They won't be expecting us... and I may know a local group that can help us out."
In fact, Alain DeMuer had been holding this local group in reserve for the last three years, roughly. Trained by a talented veteran named Anastas Iskandorj, the Company K Watch had been formed as violent dissent loomed over RhyDin's second gubernatorial election.
Once the results were settled and the "no confidence" movement fizzled out, DeMuer decided not to disband them. They became regularly integrated with the other Watch units (inasmuch as the RhyDin Watch could be called integrated), adopting normal procedures and methods of funding... but to this day, they remained Alain's ace in the hole.
She nodded, and accepted his denial of her other ability for use in their attack just as if he had every right to do that. He did, in that he was the leader, as far as she was concerned. A little sigh of relief left her, because she wanted as few people to know about that as possible. "I have just found a trainer...the first time in 7 years. I start with her on Saturday. I am hoping she can help me with the exhaustion part of it. And the more dangerous areas. I gather it is not supposed to be that way, for the trained. Anyway. I stand ready to aid you however you need, Alain." She looked up at him, then, and nodded. "A local group? Excellent." She did not offer her troupe of Tor's Tuffs as they were constantly needed to guard the girls at her school. That Alain had a group did not surprise her. She had rather a high opinion of his abilities and his planning. "Don't forget that blue fellow I mentioned. He is very eager to help, and I think he will be a very good morale booster, as well. He's one of those types. Very likable. Very upbeat. Very big and strong. He doesn't even fit very well behind the bar." She chuckled as she remembered. "Very conscientious man. Grigori. I promised I would tell him when the attack it."
"If he's aware of the risks... I'm in no place to deny anyone their right to help out." Alain paused, and added, "In the end, all I can do is try to coordinate all of our efforts. All it takes is one Lone Ranger going off half-cocked..." He jerked a thumb across his neck. "...and everyone's dead. That's what we need to look out for."
She nodded her head. "Yeah...I know what you mean."
He shook his head. "Not that it sounds like that's what Grigori's going to do. I'm sure he'll be a great help."
She nodded. "He is the sort to lead a charge, you know? I think he may be a paladin. Not sure yet. Anyway. I have to get going. Need to pick up those picks, and test out some things. And sleep, if I can.
"Oh.....one more thing. They took out a cobrahead. Cut it open and pulled out a worm. Then they made the cobra talk...found out that camp's location, at the time, anyway. I don't know much else. Kitty, Vex, and Icer know more about that than I do."
Anger flashed through his eyes, sudden and bright, but curiosity won out in the end. "How'd they knock it out of commission?"
She pulled in a breath at that flare of anger, but that was all that showed it affected her. "I dont' know that, either, I am sorry to say. I should have asked. I was busy trying to soothe them over the fact that I had been searching for the camp, while they were, as well. They did not know about you and Sophie and me...recall? Anyway, if you see Kitty or Vex..or Anya...they can answer that better than I.
"If I do before you do, I will ask."
"This is a dangerous game, Gemethyst..." Alain turned back to the sea, folded his arms over the edge of the railing. "It's good to have allies... but the sooner we're all talking, the better, because we've been just as bad taking risks. And I don't think we'll get many more chances."
He fished out a cigarette and matches. "Have a good evening, Gem."
"Yes, Alain." To both statements. She gave him a little nod, and then turned about, disappearing into shadows before she was five feet from him. He didn't get to see her leave, beyond that, but she was indeed gone.
The Baron lit his cigarette and sighed smoke. "...Goddamnit."
((Adapted from live play between Gemethyst and Alain DeMuer. Also, as a personal note, characters' opinions are not the same as the players'. ^^ I love being a team-player, even though Alain's a grouch!))