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Ophelia is a Fatebinder of Tunon, tasked with delivering Kyros's Edict - 'surrender or die'. This doesn't produce straightforward compliance.
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"I see you've met," she chips in, with subdued (but overtly present) amusement.  "Good morning, Barik."

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"I've trained Phorbas and Aethra, even. Not Sergeant Insubordination, though, he just takes joy in reminding us men five years his junior that we technically outrank him."

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Lantry pokes his head out. "More for our party? You look like you'll fit in." Because they've already been sorted into the misfit pile.

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She is, of course, the rightful queen of the misfit pile.

"Lantry; good morning again.  Is Verse still in there or has she gone out to find something to stab while imagining it's Nerat's face?"

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"Not yet. ...I'm surprised no one's carved a training dummy's head into a pair of masks yet."

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"Don't forget the stupid point at the top like they have a cone head instead of a ball like real humans," says Verse as she comes out, "New gang, boss?"

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"Pretty much; this is Sergeant Colus, Phorbus the archer, Aethra the listener, and Antenor the especially sneaky.  Marshal Erenyos figured we needed more not getting ambushed if we're going to go hunting for the missing Earthshakers, which does need doing.  And the lost shipping, while we're at it, though for that one we might loop back; I haven't decided - Actually, Verse, Barik, a moment?"

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"Huh," she says. Then she's suddenly going for a knife at her belt and moving halfway to throwing it-

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-And they've all reacted. Colus has his shield up to fend it off, Aethra and Antenor are dodging to the side in opposite directions, Phorbas is backing up and unslinging his bow...

 

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She freezes before actually throwing it, and surveys their reactions critically. "They'll do," she says with a grudging nod, "What did you want to talk about?"

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If Ophelia hadn't anticipated Verse doing a test of their reflexes, she would have spun around and ducked.  As it is, she has a conspicuous lack of reaction, which is followed by a slight smile.  "That they will."

 

"The relative merits of Barik holding down the fort with Marshal Erenyos," is her response to Verse's question.

But from how she gives Verse a slightly bemused look, she means something more like 'Do you want to out yourself as having weird powers?'

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Oh, that. Well, see, she doesn't like thinking about it, so she wasn't thinking about it. "Right, let's head back in, then."

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Indeed.

"So.  The Marshal has said it is my decision whether I'd rather bring you with me on this mission, Barik.  Given that we are trying to be sneaky on this one and it is hard to be sneaky in heavy armor, there's - certainly reasons to trend towards 'you shouldn't go'.  The question I wanted to ask you two privately, is whether we're willing to make use of the reason it might be an affirmatively good idea for you to stay."

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"Well, if we're going to be loud about me being an 'Exarch', I doubt it'll stay quiet that I can do it. Barik's the one it'll embarrass, if you want to care about that."

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"Three could keep a secret, and we're at five already. It's not worth trying. I'll cope."

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...Would Barik like a hug, or something?  He really, really needs - something.

"...I want to make sure you're not just coping, Barik.  The wellbeing of my people is important.

"Anyway.  Being loud about how Verse is an Exarch is not actually the same thing as being loud about who's in her network.  And because we're working with the Disfavored, especially, I bet there's actually some useful narrative precedent...

"The way I'm thinking of - spinning this, Verse - is that you, too, are - capable of forging a sort of connection with people you have strong feelings about - whether that's what most would call love, or hate.  People and things you're invested in, for whatever reason.

"...Which might allow us another angle of attack on Nerat, come to think of it.  You are certainly invested in that fucker's death.

"Anyway.  ...I keep saying that.

"Something about getting a sense of them.  Not taking on their burdens, but - say, having even the smallest hints of a marked target...stand out, or something...

"...Regardless.  Not relevant to this.

"I'll write a note for the Marshal for you, Barik, so that we can keep your situation a bit more quiet but still play the card when it's necessary; we should...probably also figure out some of the present bounds of what can be communicated via this bond.  I think - emotional and physical state have been passed along, before?"

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"It's just my father who broke his oaths, not me, I'll only be embarrassed. And the Marshal knows, anyway."

"It conveyed my alarm yesterday, I think in retrospect I felt when Verse got that scar..:" - he points to her right upper arm, which has a shallow, but long and twisting white line.

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"I wasn't proposing that any ancestral matters come up at all, actually.  But that's good to know.

"...If I hold up some fingers, do you think you could get that across?  In either direction?"

She does so, holding up one finger to Verse and three to Barik, standing in-between them.

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"I have nothing."

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"Me neither."

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She nods.  "Worth a try."

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"Anger? Fear- stupid question.  Satisfaction?"

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"Probably anger. When do you ever feel satisfied? ...I think I picked up something when you were arguing about being an Iron Walker. I've gotten a sense of you focusing buh only in a fight with you close by."

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"That one I've felt as well. All of these are - sharp sensations. Sudden, not slow; brief, not lasting."

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She nods.  "Sharp, short sensations.  Alright.  That - limits our options, especially because the reliable way to make that sort of thing happen is not something I'd ask either of you to do just to establish communications."

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