The City of Emillion

Who: Duchess of Limberry, Captain Kai & The King.
What: Risks.
Where: Emillion - The Castle!
When: Today - Late evening (11pm).
Rating: PG

( The Duchess was short with her Captain, and he only nodded with a brief grunt of consent in response before his eyes flickered over to the sweat soaked King of Emillion. )

What: Eight items on Gillian Goodwin's personal desk.
When: Recently.
Rating: The tamest.

( After everything dreadful that's happened here in the city, it would be normal for anyone to want to check into things further... )

[The lines begin buzzing—tweeting, chirping—with reports from around Emillion as soon as the tremors begin in the city, the chattering shaking her awake better did the quake. Mere minutes after midnight, Hummingbird grinds her teeth down to join in the conversation. Even half-alseep, she manages to speak with perk. She exhales steadily, skips over introductions and how-do-you-do's.]

"No beast this time that I can see. I think" [Hummingbird always says think though she means know.] "I will be paying the streets a visit tonight."

( The Valendian Standard. )

( to Juliette Coulombe. )

[Magpie doesn't bother with greetings—there are more important things to focus on. His voice is sharp, worried.]

"All right, everyone check in."

( From the Cardinal's office, addressed to the Silver Blades. )

[Finally, an opportunity presents itself to reach out to the other inquisitors. With a click of the tongue and a grinding of teeth, the memstone activates and Sparrow's brusque voice can be heard through the implanted device.]

"Sparrow here. What's the word?"

( The Valendian Standard. )

( The Valendian Standard. )

[Heinlein spares herself any useless introductions. If they can't properly decipher who this is by now, she thinks, they don't deserve their codename.]

"Am I interrupting?"

( Newspaper headlines. )

[After finding an isolated room, all it takes is a click of the tongue, a grinding of the teeth, and she's activated the memstone embedded in her tooth. The vocal transmission comes loud and clear to her associates, and most importantly: it's private.]

"Hope none of you are up to something that can't be interrupted. Starling here. Is anyone heading out to the site?"