🗡️ inbox

[rudelanguage]

ANTIGONE INBOX: username ANTIGONEIGUESS
PENDING INBOX: username ITSPENDING
KNIFE INBOX: nonexistent (for now)

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Voice - un: frost

[shadowsincryo]

Hey, it’s Kaeya. Do you have a few minutes for a chat?

un will be Pending, as searched

[rudelanguage]

Tss-!

[FUCK!

there's rattling and some clatter and then abrupt silence for a beat as they're looking around for the source of the voice being so close; they're not fucking used to this thing talking in their ear, so it's like someone got the drop on them!

Fucking where...?]

[shadowsincryo]

[He holds back his laughter. Steady, steady.] Sorry to interrupt your wanderings. I’m not with you. This is me talking via our earbuds.

[rudelanguage]

[Eugh, other people can do this?? Shit...

they huff, forcing the Pending tone back in that got scared a few octaves off.]

What do you want.

[shadowsincryo]

The time that we’ve been waiting for has arrived. Aurora has announced our next mission. Would you like the details she put in writing?

Of course you do. [He gives the broad strokes, knowing Pending’s attention span. Locate anomaly causing people to shift from law to chaos and vice versa. Use a new identity and the legal stuff to move unseen. New abilities to help mask.]

AUDIO to > ANTIGONEIGUESS

[hexcope]

[There's the muffle sounds of a party in the background.]

Checking in on you. I haven't seen you around.

!!!

[rudelanguage]

[he won't get his answer then and there - try like. nine, ten hours later.

hushed, raspy:] Uh? Yeah? What? Long-Term? You--you wanted something?

:)

[hexcope]

No. Just wanted to make sure you were still around. Thanks for the update.

[He sounds incredibly Neutral.]

[rudelanguage]

[woman doing math dot gif...

then a coughahem to actually get Antigone's voice back on right.]

Uh--oh. I... You... were worried? About that?

[hexcope]

Of course I was. You're my friend, even if I don't know what you think of me right now.

text | un: bahamut

[oblige]

Good day to you.

It has been some time since last we spoke, so I wish to ask how you are faring.

[rudelanguage]

[day? try night! it's a bit, but not entirely out of rudeness, promise. but! eventually!]

Uh, heh-hey? Hi? Does this work? Don-don't say anything if you're like. Talking to other people or ar-around other people or whatever though!

[oblige]

[ Dion left a message expecting it could be some time until he received a reply. He used text to avoid being overheard.

Yet he's fortunately alone when she responds. ]

Worry not; none would overhear or observe me where I am.

[rudelanguage]

If, if you say so. [dubious, but not cynically dubious, y'know? he's capable, but...fae shit. fae shit.

anyway.

beat.]

Uh. What, what was it? You needed? Again?

[oblige]

I'm inquiring as to how you've fared thus far. This place can be...taxing.

[ His tone heavily implies that last word is bearing the burden of euphemism. ]

text; un: kidomega -> antigoneiguess

[querulus]

yo i need your surname. not for anything weird. it's a security question for an ancient computer in a spooky crypt.

... okay maybe that's kinda weird but it's not MY weird

voice

[rudelanguage]

Wh--huh? What? Who is this? What? What?

voice

[querulus]

Oh, yeah, guess it might be hard to type with those little paws. Whatever.

Chill, chill, it's Quentin! You know, pink hair, genius, brain powers? I thought this would freak you out less than, you know, talking in your head. You're welcome, by the way.

I've got an old as balls computer down here that's asking me security questions about some randoms. You're one of them.

[rudelanguage]

Kuh--

[this guy...

beat. paying attention.]

Stop. What? Down where? I'm what, now?

[querulus]

In the catacombs. I dunno, my—a friend found it. Thing's asking for "Antigone's surname".

Hey, I don't suppose you know shit about a, uh... Accelerator, Nero, Cid Telamon, John Reese, or Arthur Morgan?

audio | to ANTIGONEIGUESS

[hexcope]

Whatever Quentin asks you, you don't have to answer it.

[rudelanguage]

You're in on this, too?! What the hell, Jayce!

[hexcope]

I'm not in on it! I just- answered when they asked me without thinking.

[Stupidly.]

And I didn't want you to do the same.

[rudelanguage]

[huff.]

What the hell is this all about? Underground computers that're gonna blow us up? Quentin's yammering a lot of shit at me right now.

[hexcope]

The point is we don't know. He and Sophie found something and instead of taking a step back, they're planning on cracking it open. It's clearly tied to something important if it needs to confirm information that only Aurora should have. That's enough for me to know it merits more thought.