FADE RIFT [INBOX]

[shri]

ＬＡＤＹ ＬＡＫＳＨＭＩ
( Lady Lakshmi, Bai Saheba, Rani Lakshmibai )

ＶＯＩＣＥ | ＡＣＴＩＯＮ | ＮＯＴＥＳ

Unavaliable To All:

• 30mins around dawn
  
  Only to Voice:
  
• Hour training morning and evening
  
• Any time she's gone riding.
  
• When she's in the field.
  
  Only to Book:
  
• When she's otherwise in a meeting, leave a message.
  
• Very late at night or early in the morning.
  
  Other:
  
• She usually takes her morning meals in the mess hall with everyone else.
  
• Her days are usually spent in Kirkwall seeing to either her personal business or Inquisition tasks.
  
• She has a bath twice a day, every day.
  

Comments

[notched]

Both, but the blood lust is more dangerous.

[ She should report that she was overcome with it for a time at Ghislain, had been snappish and violent when ordered to retreat. Her own memory of that, however, is hazy. She remembers the aftermath of the battle more clearly: cheerful and heady on blood. ]

[shri]

[ more writing, more silence whilst she does so. ]

Apart from the eyes, will anything else begin to manifest in your body?

[notched]

Not until it's too late.

[shri]

[ A hum. ]

So from the moment your eyes go, I must be on guard for more intimate changes?

[notched]

[ She hadn't thought of it that way, and something in that is painful. ]

Yes. It's quite--

[ More than an inconvenience, that doesn't even begin to cover it. ]

I'm sorry.

[shri]

[ And probably more reasonably than anyone would expect of her. ]

For what?

[notched]

For putting it on you. When I could resolve it myself. I don't... I don't want to die yet. I'm sorry.

[shri]

[ Lakshmi cuts that off with a soft murmur. ]

If I have ire for anyone in truth, it's those that don't acknowledge the hurt they could cause. Never be sorry for taking responsibility for yourself.

[ She wets her lip. Yet. That was difficult, and the drumming returns. ]

But that does leave a question. When the time comes. Would you prefer me to dispatch you?

cw: more overtly that suicide...

[notched]

Please. I don't want... Yharnam's wrongdoings to cause any harm here.

[ She exhales heavily. She doesn't really feel unburdened, at all. ]

If I've the mind to see it, I will be my own keeper. But every hunter I've seen has had no inkling-- when it had gone too far.

[shri]

So I will have to fight you towards the end then?

[notched]

Or you will be very precise and very quick.

[ There's almost a pleasant note in this, as though she has very precisely and very quickly killed plenty enough beasts herself. ]

[shri]

Very well.

[ There is a gruff little chuckle. ]

If only we had pistols.

[notched]

Hm. You may take my flamesprayer, if you like. Beasts hate it.

[shri]

[ Anna, you're so thoughtful. ]

Not my style particularly, but thank you.

[notched]

Our beasts are almost all weak to fire-- for your notes.

[shri]

[ Scratch, scratch, scratch. ]

For your own peace of mind - I take my notes in my own languages. Which no one speaks. So no one will know of this from them.

[notched]

Hopefully it all dies with me and no one else need know.

[shri]

If only it ever was that easy.

[ But there is a final scratch of letters, and then she stops. ]

Well. Is there anything else that must be added?

[notched]

[ Plenty enough, get your pen ready qurl. ]

[shri]

[ Tink, tink, goes the edge of the quill on the ink pot. ]