Fiona Dunn (handsthathelp) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2019-01-22 13:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: april 24 - 30, fiona dunn, lachlan kelly, morrigan kelly, reagan shrike |
A life of work is a life of crime
Who: all members of the Glynn Resistance cell (including NPCs)
What: the most secret meeting, to discuss their orders (group thread)
Where: the home of one of the Resistants on the outskirts of town
When: Tuesday April 26, around midnight
Cell-wide meetings were few and far between, and with good reason. Each one was a risk, with all of them in one place. If they were discovered, they might all be captured, and the local Resistance wiped out. But sometimes, something was important enough to all discuss together, and Swallowtail's latest orders certainly fit that description. There would be dissent, Fiona was sure of it; better to kill it in the egg and remind them all what the stakes were. What they were fighting for. That nothing would be accomplished without some collateral damage.
She made sure to get to Tegan's home on the outskirts of town a little early, so that she could greet everyone as they filed in. She'd given them all slightly different times for the meeting, so they wouldn't all show up at the same time, as was their custom. A large group was more likely to attract undue attention, and there was about fifteen of them by the time all were there. They had gathered in Tegan's cellar, to minimize the risk of discovery, or eavesdropping, and the buzz of conversation died down when Fiona stepped up and cleared her throat.
"Thank you all for coming," Fiona told them all, watching the faces turned towards her. She trusted these men and women with her life, and they trusted her with theirs. "We've had word from Swallowtail, after receiving a package last week. It contained a small vial of clear liquid." Her eyes met Lachlan's for a second, since the vial was in his possession. "That liquid is experimental, and not entirely unlike Fade. It will dampen Gifts and shifting abilities, and induce an illness mimicking the symptoms of the plague they fear so much, especially when mixed in alcohol. It's odorless and tasteless, of course. Our orders are to dose bottles of Clovennian liquor with it on Saturday night," and now, her eyes found Will's, "and let the drug do the rest."
She let a few beats go by to let that sink in, gaze roaming over the small assembly to gauge their reactions. "I am aware that this likely means some Aurellians will be affected. It's a price we have to pay. No war is ever victim-less, and this will be a country-wide strike against our oppressors, meant both to test out the drug and to rattle the Cloves. Please feel free to state your objections, but remember where your loyalties lie. Our business is not one for the soft-hearted. We fight for Aurelle."