mental link | morning of day :039

[perroquet]

[ The ever present mental music that plays from the bard's end of the connection grows invasively louder sometime after breakfast, and it is rather anxious. The morning has been heavy enough already with packing getting underway, but this is due to something different. While the music in him is clear as ever, his thoughts stumble across the connection sloppily and desperately. ]

( I require a detective... I think. Oh dear, this is quite dire… )

[ He knows of several, but with the situation being as dire as he claims, well... he may need as much help as possible. All hands on deck. ]

( I believe someone has discovered that I am not Carbauschian, and... has poisoned me. )

[ The pauses between coherent thought are more than a bit dramatic, but he's being quite serious. ]

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[ryohji]

( It's not a show without a little skin peeking through. ) [ what's worse, in this he sounds deathly serious. ] ( They don't know what we look like beneath these robes. Unless you think you were targeted by our enemy. )

[perroquet]

( Excuse you, I am not that sort of showman. Not that there's anything wrong with those who are... ) [ Is that the fever rising or is he embarrassed just half-imagining himself as anything different than a first violinist in a formal orchestra? Perish every thought of it. ]

( If our Enemy or any potential associates were in the crowd last night, I doubt they would've been effected by my magic. And no, they don't know what we look like beneath these robes, but... that just makes me all the more anxious. )

[ He doesn't know what they look like beneath the robes either. Or what the Rabadoceans look like, for that matter. The most he can identify is difference in their footfalls against the ground. ]