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The market sounds more interesting than sleeping at least; though she doesn't need much of the latter. "Sounds like it could be interesting. I'm in." Hopefully not too interesting though; while she wouldn't mind technically, she suspects the guards would look... poorly upon a Kumiho rampage. Pity that.
Sio notices the device and it's attention, though not the red light in it's eye. If there are any areas of dim light (or darkness) in the tavern, she moves to conceal herself in it, keeping quiet.
The crowd however, interests her; she also keeps an eye open for any other attention to the group.
"That would probably be a good idea. Let's go, get a drink into Rattlebones before he perishes, and do something to get the attention of our to-be employers. Any suggestions?" Sio sends. "I also figure on remaining hidden; my talents are more... limited if someone knows I am coming, after all."
Sio mentally communicates this to the other members of the collective, though still keeps an eye open for other events; those devices are known now, and in her experience it's what you don't see coming that causes the most trouble. She should know, she specialises in being what you don't see coming, after all.
Sio accepts being added to the Countess's collective, then uses any nearby shadow to fade into the background and observe.
Sio leans back in her chair, and casually runs her fingers through her hair. "Coming clean time, is it? Fine, Sio Tonti, Kumiho. Skilled in polymorph and darkness magics, and a beginner in blood magic. I am also a skilled fighter when shapechanged, naturally."
"You mean, like an interest in, and skill at, stalking in said darkness?" Sio says casually. "I'm a pretty good cook? Oh, and I don't sleep... much."
"Other jobs, or backup, I would suspect. It's not as if the Foreseen will have only one thing on the must have list." Sio looks over the others that signed up for breaking in. "You look like peo... beings I can work with, though. Hope you all function well in darkness, though."
Sio muses on this, "I am quite skilled at stealth as well as cooking... you can, I suppose, count me in on plan Sneak." Privately, she does hope that said run wouldn't be totally peaceful; a good stalk is most satisfying with a good feed at the end. "Hopefully, everyone on that plan will be perfectly happy in the pitch dark." She eyes those already in shadows. "That question wasn't for you." She grins.
Sia tilts her head, "Well, if that hasn't been taken up, that's our opening. We seem to have a... wide range of skills here, we could probably pass as professionals." She leans back, absently letting a few nearby shadows stretch towards her.
Sio briefly contemplates this, "Should be entertaining, at least. Sounds like a bright sort." She shrugs, "Not sure how useful I'll be, but you've got yourself a cook, at the very least."
Sio can't help herself, really, and speaks up at that, "Don't you mean temporally?"
Sio quirks a curious brow in that direction, then follows in that direction, tossing a "Well if this falls through let him know, please?" Inside the room, she finds an unexpectedly large group of dubious looking types, bar the Celestial looking one, who just sticks out like a sore thumb. She's sure she has seen his face before...
It vaguely rings a bell, but alas, nothing comes to mind. She does, however, take the closest empty seat; no need to be impolite after all.
Sio is quietly preparing herself breakfast when a piece of paper nearly falls inside the cauldron, the paper (and breakfast) rescued only by her reflexes. She ignores it for now; mysterious letters are all well and good, but breakfast comes first. When she is done, however, she indulges her curiosity and reads the message. ”Please make haste to the Crossing House tavern within the city of Hyraeatan. Your particular services are required. If you are unable to make the journey on your own, you will find attached a token capable of created a one way portal to Hyraeatan. It only works once, so use it wisely.” "No token. How will I ever get to the local tavern?" She sardonically muses to herself. "I guess they need a cook?" It doesn't take much time to pack up her meagre belongings and start her trip; she knows the tavern well enough. She doesn't make too much haste, though, and arrives as a group are departing. "Morning Cortia! Your boss looking for another cook?" She asks, passing the letter over to the fae. "Pretty mysterious way to address it though, did he send out more copies?"
There we go! Alias made (Hi this is Cloakable) and profile filled out with tasty things to see. |
