[Rust’s quick correction- and was he more open?- is answered with a blink, a dip of her head-] (My apologies, the tale seemed to be twisting into one of suspicion and paranoia...)
[It was so much easier when you didn’t attempt to hide your intentions, but that is barely a reprimand of any kind (considering their own behavior). She liked a challenge, books with locks had the best stories- Oh, and he makes a good point, doesn’t he? The prodding of that thought directs to Siva’co, who makes a small, answering noise: in no way convinced. Still locked down to hard angles and mind of spikes.
But at the mention of the Admiral, there's a swift exchange - a glance between them shared by more than eyes as Collector's attention shifts toward Lyr. The feeling of eyebrows raising--]
(That could track.)
[Lyr hums, rubs his eye and looks to Rhan. It feels like a question mark written on cold press paper. She looks to Misato.]
You've all been very good at looking at what's happening here in the Pilgrimage, but I find sometimes it doesn't hurt to go a bit broader - speaking literally. We don't get much news beyond the immediate, and I'm interested in what's happening out there. As it turns out there's a war on, my dear. [A flashing smile - some attempt at cheer even if it doesn't quite penetrate anywhere else.] Hyrypia uses a small selection of data transfer spires to channel information in and out of system. If you want news about battles or gossip from off-world informants -- well, you go to where you can get it. I've a few friends in low places doing some dirty work for me. Er-- [she corrects herself:] For us, rather. We've been working to make sense of what intel you pick up here and what we hear from out there.
(It’s the sort of information that doesn’t mean much if you haven’t spent a year learning everything you can about a galaxy. Most of it will mean little to anyone who hasn’t. Please don’t imagine we keep it as secrets, merely that we consider it to be a distraction from what it is we need you for. We need your eyes on the here and now. We between us have only 8 and that is far from enough to see what you can see- or meet who you can meet. The aunt did not come here because of our actions.) [The words are gentle and encouraging- more than she would normally think necessary, but perhaps it would soothe ruffled feathers on- one end, if not her brood’s.]
( As for the Admiral, it has been difficult to track down the whole of anyone’s tale. The record keeping in this universe is less than complete and what there is tends to be scattered in a hundred directions. We’ve done our best to piece them together, but in the time we’ve had, there is much still hidden. There are gaps in his history, but it’s hard to discern whether they’re suspicious, or merely lost in a drawer somewhere, forgotten.) [A minor irritation- stories worked best when you knew the whole of them. The themes didn’t play out right otherwise.]
He is secretive, powerful, and martially minded, even while his people are often not. Many see him as a necessity of a war the Descendants claim to want little part in, but will not abandon. [The words are blunt and without lightness. Ruffled feathers.]
We've been doing this [background checks] for most of the envoy leads, by the by. [It's as close to a drawl as Lyr is capable of; he pats his breast pocket where that little booklet must be living.]
no subject
[It was so much easier when you didn’t attempt to hide your intentions, but that is barely a reprimand of any kind (considering their own behavior). She liked a challenge, books with locks had the best stories- Oh, and he makes a good point, doesn’t he? The prodding of that thought directs to Siva’co, who makes a small, answering noise: in no way convinced. Still locked down to hard angles and mind of spikes.
But at the mention of the Admiral, there's a swift exchange - a glance between them shared by more than eyes as Collector's attention shifts toward Lyr. The feeling of eyebrows raising--]
( That could track. )
[Lyr hums, rubs his eye and looks to Rhan. It feels like a question mark written on cold press paper. She looks to Misato.]
You've all been very good at looking at what's happening here in the Pilgrimage, but I find sometimes it doesn't hurt to go a bit broader - speaking literally. We don't get much news beyond the immediate, and I'm interested in what's happening out there. As it turns out there's a war on, my dear. [A flashing smile - some attempt at cheer even if it doesn't quite penetrate anywhere else.] Hyrypia uses a small selection of data transfer spires to channel information in and out of system. If you want news about battles or gossip from off-world informants -- well, you go to where you can get it. I've a few friends in low places doing some dirty work for me. Er-- [she corrects herself:] For us, rather. We've been working to make sense of what intel you pick up here and what we hear from out there.
( It’s the sort of information that doesn’t mean much if you haven’t spent a year learning everything you can about a galaxy. Most of it will mean little to anyone who hasn’t. Please don’t imagine we keep it as secrets, merely that we consider it to be a distraction from what it is we need you for. We need your eyes on the here and now. We between us have only 8 and that is far from enough to see what you can see- or meet who you can meet. The aunt did not come here because of our actions. ) [The words are gentle and encouraging- more than she would normally think necessary, but perhaps it would soothe ruffled feathers on- one end, if not her brood’s.]
( As for the Admiral, it has been difficult to track down the whole of anyone’s tale. The record keeping in this universe is less than complete and what there is tends to be scattered in a hundred directions. We’ve done our best to piece them together, but in the time we’ve had, there is much still hidden. There are gaps in his history, but it’s hard to discern whether they’re suspicious, or merely lost in a drawer somewhere, forgotten. ) [A minor irritation- stories worked best when you knew the whole of them. The themes didn’t play out right otherwise.]
He is secretive, powerful, and martially minded, even while his people are often not. Many see him as a necessity of a war the Descendants claim to want little part in, but will not abandon. [The words are blunt and without lightness. Ruffled feathers.]
We've been doing this [background checks] for most of the envoy leads, by the by. [It's as close to a drawl as Lyr is capable of; he pats his breast pocket where that little booklet must be living.]