The Coucil Board. [Council Members Only]

[ThePharaoh]

On the day of the Induction, Jidaeo went to each of his Council Members and handed them what appeared to be a gold seashell with thalassian engravings on it. The item records your image and sends it to the other recievers. Audio is delayed and the image is fuzzy but it works enough.






The "seashells" of the Council Members, begins emitting a raspy voice. "[Thalassian] Is this line secure?" A question he would ask, to give the members warning just in case they were around someone who would listen. The device could be shut off, message could be saved or ignored. For those who were alone they would hear the rest of the message.

A transparent image of an elf with a hood would appear in front of the Sea shell. If let the message to play the hologram would continue. "My brothers and sisters, my confidants. It appears we have a situation. Profits are good, I'd rather not like that ruined. We have a blemish on our fine Organization. It's name is Reigen Talah'manore. I want her erased, and I am curious how someone so confrontational is with us at all? Singerus. The shadow Division is watching her, Drakmian, Elil and Singe can decide on how to solve this problem."

The elf in the figure, reaches under his hood. Presumably to brush hair from it's face. "Being the Nova, I can't just walk up to her and kill her either. Any Suggestions how to rid this fool from existance?" The hologram fades out.

[flammos200]

"Seashells." Elil mutters in disbelief at the object in her hand. "It's... too pretty. I think I should paint it green. Or draw some fangs on it or something... I should ask Marius for some inks... I heard he was writing a book." she says to the massive white worg at her side.

Brick lays down on the grass, flattening it, then rises, shifting off to the side to allow Elil to come to rest comfortably on the newly-made grass bed. She plops down, eying the massive green trees above her. The forest is thick, and she is deep, deep inside it. She pops open the seashell, listening quietly to the message, her long, blond ponytail running down her side to her waist. She frowns a little, and sends a message back.

"Death is the only true answer. I could ask a shark to eat her or something - But sharks don't eat filth, and I'd rather it not be poisoned or... something. Singey, you brought her into this. Do you agree with death?... Worst case scenario, we just do what we did with the zeppelin... You know, spare set of clothes, yadda yadda..."

She trails off, waiting for the message to be transmitted, before snapping shut the seashell and slipping it into a pocket of her pack, humming quietly up at a songbird, crossing her hands beneath her head to make for a nice, comfy pillow.

[DaveM]

He stared at the seashell for a while now, repeatedly tapping a pencil against his lips as he sat at the desk.

"Nova made the kill-call and I've not the slightest intention to question that. Both I and the Division are available for the task. All I'd bring up so it's on the table is that she seems still willing to discuss and is convinced she's been framed. I'd find it handy if such a context for Nova to hear her out -before- it gets to killy-slashy be provided and used... She's litterally half-a'-woman, there's more of her missing than there - maybe this whole diplomacy shtick's gettin' me soft."

He chuckled and laid back in his chair, pencil twirling in blurred speed around his fingers, arcane glowing about it.

[ThePharaoh]

The mini hologram of Jidaeo appears in from the device. He appears to be in a barren land, the wind pulling his hair and cloak to one side. His hands hidden in his sleeves, he moves one against his forehead and speaks.

"I have called off the immediate hunt for Reigen Talah'malanore. I have spoken with her myself, she is hardly a threat. She claims to be framed and attempting to elude her trackers. A feeble story at best, but if she does prove her worth, prophet trumps her pathetic attempts and reaching too high. There are still many skulls to collect. Maureen has captured the Kaldorei skull. I have it in my possession. I would like some of the Spirit division to go help the Aula Arcanum. Singe I am leaving you in charge of the connection between the Light of Nova and the Aula Arcanum, I trust your judgement will benefit us both. Also I would like the Division to advertise the school, and a tournament I believe I may hold."

Jidaeo looks both ways, the shadow of a passing bird races across the hologram. Or maybe poor reception.

"Elil, I would like to speak with you in person. Where can I meet you?"