Audience - Wiš'adel

[holyspirits]

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[sarkazm]

They've always been in the middle of conflicts, more or less.

... they're the kind of people who really want to fix the world. Like-- genuinely. Not just for their own benefit.

[holyspirits]

Then it sounds like a very good thing that you were working with them.

[sarkazm]

Yeah, sure, I guess.

The organization they used to be-- Her Highness started it. So in a way, they're what's left of what she wanted to make.

[holyspirits]

Her Highness?

So it's a royal military?

[sarkazm]

Nah. She didn't create Babel under her authority as King, and it wasn't made to be a military. More like-- she knew some things were gonna need force, and it was gonna need a solid defense.

[holyspirits]

[ oh... lady king. NEAT. ]

I'm not sure I understand the distinction. But I suppose every world has such complex and unique history that this isn't a surprise.

[ they peer around the area again. ]

Do you like it here?

[sarkazm]

It's fine. Clean, no exposure to the elements, people mostly leave me alone... plus my old squadmates work on contract with 'em.

[holyspirits]

Your entire squadron didn't join?

[sarkazm]

The ones I used to work under did. Doesn't mean we're contracted at the same times or for the same missions, though.

[holyspirits]

Oh. Well... What sort of missions do you usually do?

[sarkazm]

The kinds that take hitting 'em hard and fast, and making sure they blow sky high if they manage to escape.

[holyspirits]

[ they do feel more comfortable with her saying these things after finding out she works for an organization that genuinely wants to improve the world. ]

That does sound kind of cool. Like a spy.

But the kind in movies that blow things up instead of real ones.

[sarkazm]

Yeah? What do you think a "real" spy is like?

[holyspirits]

I suppose that it's subjective depending on the world you're from. So from yours, of course, "real" spies may deal in explosions.

Where I'm from, their greatest goal is to be unnoticed and leave no traces of their existence. So, no explosions.

[sarkazm]

We've got some like that too, sure. Intel gatherers and whatever.

What I take care of, that comes after the intel.

[holyspirits]

The dramatic escape.

[ hehe ]

[sarkazm]

Or dramatic entry.

...drama at any point, let's be real.

[holyspirits]

It sends a message, at least. That can be useful.

[sarkazm]

Oh, I'm great at messages. No way you can ignore any of mine.

[holyspirits]

[ they move to just stand by the window. ]

Will you tell me about some of your missions? I still don't know what sort of thing you really do.

[sarkazm]

[outside the window, the landscape is... well. it's pretty rough. jagged edges erupt from it here and there, coated in black crystal, and gouges in the land scar it; here and there, they can see the lingering impressions of what look like absolutely massive vehicle treads.

she considers, and given what ramiel has said...]

Ooh, how about this one. Our non-Sarkaz squadmate infiltrated an airship that my revenant here was powering before we met, but... where do you think anybody can go, when they get cornered on a hovering ship?

[holyspirits]

[ okay gonna be honest, they're a little distracted by that scenery so there's a slight delay. ]

... Nowhere, unless there are parachutes or an escape ship.

[sarkazm]

Right. It didn't have any of that. So when she had to escape--

She just jumped off.

[holyspirits]

Did she make it down safely?

[ who knows with your worlds of magic and ancestors in objects and whatnot. ]

[sarkazm]

Uh huh. See, I sewed a tracker into her jacket when she wasn't looking, to keep an eye on her. I had a heads up on where she was.

So I launched a few bombs up to offset her fall speed, Hoederer's Arts made sure the explosion didn't actually blow her to bits, and voila! Instant safety net.