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Current @Lady Amalthea, does that mean every post is a Horocrux?
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@Lady Amalthea She was making up a name to illustrate the idea of a mundane identity separate from Juno, and based that name on the fact that she was in a family photo (based on what Marc said) with Barney Ross. I have no idea whether that's her actual name or not nor was I making the assertion that it was. I just picked the first thing that came to my head. Is an edit still necessary given this context?
Cyneburg

Location: Salarn
Interacting with:Keystone, Lederer


Slinking out from behind Keystone over into the raw materials, Cyne found herself being a lot pickier with her purchasing decisions than she would have thought. She needed these for replacements, so the material would have to be good. Tough, but not overly stiff, in good condition with as little imperfections as she could find. At the same time, she also wasn't going to replace all her clothes with leather from a single animal, so she'd need enough to complete a couple of items, but not so much that she would end up with a lot of excess material. Anything she couldn't make from what she bought here she could make later with fresher supplies.

And while she was here, she picked up some needles, shears and a couple spools of different sizes of thread. Normally she'd carve up the suitable tools from a hardwood like oak and use catgut and such for proper threading, but this would save a lot of time at the expense of... expense. Leatherworking haul in hand, Cyne trotted over to the front and dumped it all down for the shopkeep to purview right around the time that he had finished with Keystone's coat. With her hands now free, she pulled out her handy dandy coinsack and counted over what she had. She was certain that she'd be able to pay for all this, but there was the worry that it would leave her close to broke, which would be a nuisance when it came time to buy herbalism ingredients.
July 29th, 2371
12:18PM/10:21AM
Royal Family ETA: 32 Hours



@Lady Amalthea "Oh, good to hear I finally managed to get ahold of you," came Flo's voice from the other side of the line. The edge in her voice contrasted the normally reassuring word choice she used. Perhaps even Flo could get impatient if it was waiting over the phone. "It's me, dear. I hate to bother you again in the middle of your work day, but I've had a change of plans. I'd like to put a rush on that job I've given you. I'd like for it to be finished by the end of the day tomorrow. I'm more than willing to compensate you for any additional fees this would rack up when I drop by to pick it up."

@Nallore "You're not really in the position to be making demands," she yelled from around the corner. Anthony didn't hear any footsteps from the alleyway, so she likely wasn't going to bust out into the open street and open fire. When he slid his phone into the alleyway there were a few moments of pause. "You really think I'd believe a ridiculous story like that? What kind of idiot would believe the guy who's been stalking them and then asks about Victoria Allencourt is just doing something for a friend of theirs? Tell me who you're really looking for and I might let you go." Allencourt? The Allencourts were the current ruling family and had commanded the throne for the past two generations. Family lineage and current gun filled predicament aside, at least he had a name to work off of now.
Cyneburg

Location: Salarn
Interacting with:Keystone, Lederer


Much as the remora swims under the shadow of a shark, so too did Cyne follow around Keystone in his search for a leather worker. She did her best to keep her more orcish features hidden. Sure nobody in the party cared what blood flowed through her veins, but the townsfolk who were being attacked by the orcs just down the road would probably think differently. Better not to chance it. Part of her just wanted to turn into a bird and perch on Keystone's shoulder like the parrots from the stories about pirates she'd been told as a child.

"One more thing," Cyne chimed in after Keystone' request as she stepped out from behind his silhouette. For the duration of the conversation up to this point, Cyne had likely remained hidden entirely without intending to due to the man's sheer mass in relation to her own.

"I'd like to purchase some rawhide if you have any. I don't need any particular size, but one that's not too big would be preferable." It would be cheaper to simply buy the raw material she needed for repairs/replacement clothes. And one thing she new she would be able to make quickly enough given the available timeframe was a replacement veil. She had spent far too long with a naked face, and although it wouldn't be up to snuff with what she'd normally wear, it would do for the time being.


Location: Zoie's House



Zoie withheld the information about Egypt and such from Marc. That was another entry into the mental record book that would eventually become an actual journal once Mali got the chance to visit a Target. This was starting to feel like a game of Go Fish with everyone only partially aware of everyone else's hand. Trying to guess what everyone may or may not know was already getting old, how anybody did this long enough to become the leader of a vast conspiracy theory was beyond her.

"They're obviously related. Everyone has a family whether they like it or not. All the codenames and reputation in the world doesn't alter the fact. For all we know she's just a normal woman with her family in that picture." As much as her brain was wired to think that there were no coincidences, Mali didn't get the astonishment at this revelation. You don't choose your family, and that Barney Ross was related to Valentine or Prosperine or whatever didn't really say too much about either of them or the greater implications of this new knowledge. Nobody knew of their relationship beyond the photo, and any conjecture would simply end up being gossip.
So I'm picturing Barney Ross as essentially having Billy Mays with Ahnold's body selling overpriced home gym equipment. Is that about right?
Cyneburg

Location: Crossed Swords Tavern
Interacting with:Keystone


The fact that Keystone wanted whatever he was looking to accomplish done within the hour explained why he was so keen on getting some form of professional. Sure Cyne would probably be able to get things done more cheaply, but it would take quite a bit of time to procure the materials needed and prepare them adequately (a day at the absolute minimum if forced to harvest them directly from nature). She wasn't sure if he'd be able to get what he wanted done in that timeframe even if they could find a suitable leather worker, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

"I'll be right with you, I just need to grab a few things from my room." Cyne had almost followed him right out of the tavern when she felt the frigid breeze rush in from outdoors. She'd forgotten that most of her things were still in the room. Keystone didn't seem like the kind of guy to wait around, so she made a point of hustling to the room and getting equipped as quickly as possible, so if he didn't stop, she would be able to find him again. A couple minutes of lead time would be pretty easy to catch up or track, hopefully. Those with monk training were often a lot fleeter of foot and stealthier than they let on.
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