mythopoeics

[Filter: Anubis]
I still haven't heard anything from Syrinx...have you?

[Betrayal is never a very pleasant thing, because that was what ignoring her orders meant- betrayal, disobedience, failure. It could not be tolerated, it wouldn't be. Her fingers clenched because for the most part she liked CuSith. Still, example. The first thing was to leave a message scribbled to Tenjin.

Speak later, dealing with a mutt.

And then she was back on business, borrowing Tenjin's cane. Daphne lifted it up and checked the metal point and metal handle. A quick swing and she twirled it in her hand comfortable. Yes, this would do- well. A quick glance was given to the pistol on her desk. Daphne couldn't resist that urge: she took the pistol in the other. Besides, she reasoned, they couldn't have him running off before trial. One kneecap would do.

Cane, gun, fists. Good enough.

Daphne would've preferred to kill him and be done with it, but military courts and all that. He'd die eventually. Soon.]

[Every so often, something happened that made the normally talkative Pheme go quiet. It was never a good quiet either, but instead one that was loaded with the weight of unsaid words that were meant to wound worse than gunfire. When she found the letter from her beloved uncle, her silence spoke volumes.

While she wasn't usually one to be emotional around others, unless that emotion was pure glee at their stupidity, tears were streaming down Pheme's face as she carefully wrote out a message. She didn't care that she was sitting where people could see her, all she cared about was getting the word out about her uncle's courage.]

[Filtered to Camelotian Officials/visible to Samyaza]
I got this letter today from my uncle, anyone wanna explain what it means?

( [the entire letter, painstakingly copied out] )