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Fifth Incision [Action, Video]

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[She could remember the keep, the struggle between herself and the guards -- trying to fight her way free from a situation that was growing increasingly futile. She had a mission to complete, and she was so far from the objective--]

[--and then there was darkness. Cold, uncaring darkness. And within that darkness, she heard voices: Pitiful woman. Unable to defend herself. So analytical and careful. Where has that caution gotten you, mm?]

[More and more of them chime in, until the darkness was filled with malevolent, hissing voices. All of them pointing out her flaws -- all of them pointing out that she had died, that her greatest of all fears had come to pass and it was over in the blink of an eye --]

[Death is inevitable, and harboring such fears is pointless, came one last voice. All fears are pointless, don't you think? Causing such worry and despair...]

[Syre didn't know how long she had been unconscious -- No, not unconscious, her brain reminded her, Dead, you had died -- but light of the sun roused her from what felt like an extended, nightmare-filled sleep.]

[She sits up, feels the back of her head, makes sure that she doesn't have anything protruding from her skull or otherwise disfiguring her, then rises to her feet. She lets her head stop spinning before she takes a look at her surroundings.]

[The first thing that she notices is that the Malnosso -- in what Syre can only think of as a twisted sense of convenience -- had placed her on the roof of Community Building 3, which makes the task of returning to her home a trivial one.]

[The second realization is one that is a little more irritating to bear -- there were far more people in the village than she remembered previously. Were they invaders? She didn't spot any of the Third Party among them...]

[Regardless, standing on the roof would get her nowhere. Calmly, she turned away from the view, and made her way down to her room.]

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[The video feed from Syre's journal is askew, as though the book had been thrown aside. There are two pairs of legs in frame -- and hushed voices speak about being 'fortunate to have found an empty place' and 'someone else's stuff still here' as they throw Syre's things to the floor.]

[It is around this time that a set of footsteps -- easily heard by both the journal and the looters -- draws nearer. Then, Syre's voice:]

What in the names of... [Her question trails off, and the two people in frame back up. Syre's legs come into view.]

What are you doing in my home?!

[The two thieves start stammering pitifully, uttering things like 'the apartment was empty when we arrived' and 'we didn't know you would come back', and Syre seems to turn. From just out of frame, there's the sound of a sword being drawn, and moments later, the sheathe of Syre's rapier is thrown toward the journal.]

Out! Both of you! I've no qualms about running you through if need be! [The two looters stumble over themselves as they run past her, dropping whatever they had picked up.]

[There's an sound of anger from Syre as she puts her rapier down; moments later, she bends to pick up both its sheathe and her journal, regarding the feed with a look of undiluted rage. Pardon her short temper at the moment -- she's just come back to life and now this happened, so she's understandably very annoyed.]

Why are all of these people here, and why were they in my apartment?!

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They are refugees from another enclosure. [Leonhardt adds a convenient link to the entry that explains it.]

[Filtered to Syre/Unhackable]

And shall I say welcome back?

[While Leonhardt hasn't outright confirmed Syre was one of the assassins, he highly suspects it since he knows they were missing one person as they departed and he knew what the real intention of that was. Of course he would, he was the successful one. But assassins who get caught tend to end up dead or arrested from his own experience.]

...I always seem the last to know these things.

[His question was innocent enough. But the filter that accompanied it: that was a sign. Of what, she knew not -- but whoever this was knew more than he let on.]

...Any welcome is better than none at all. Might I ask your name, stranger?

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[It was merely him wanting to be polite and not mention that he knew she was missing. She's likely going to need an explanation for why she was gone a week that isn't quite the real one if he's right about it, so he'll keep it out of public eyes.]

My name is Leonhardt. While we have not formally met, we did work together on a mission recently.

Ah. The one at the keep? [She's going to be vague for a moment -- since there were technically two missions there.]

My name is Syre. Pleased to meet you, though I prefer it would have been under more favorable circumstances.

[He's being vague himself, after all.]

Yes, that one. Perhaps we should speak more on this face to face?

If you'd like. I've nothing else to do, save for cleaning this mess. [...] In fact, if you'd like, you could come to my home once I've finished. My food cupboards seem to have remained intact.

Then perhaps in an hour?

An hour is more than sufficient. I should have things safe and secure on my end.

I live in Community Building 3. Seventh floor; room 34.

[...] Shall I make us some tea? Or coffee, if you'd prefer?

[And that location is even nearby since he lives in one of the houses close to that building.]

Then I will be there in an hour. And tea is fine.

I will bid you adieu for now then.

[And exactly 1 hour later, Syre will hear a knock on her door. Leonhardt is most definitely very punctual. That and he's all too happy to get a break from taking care of children. He adores them, but they do take a lot of work.]

[Barely a second passes between the knocking and Syre's opening of the door.]

You must be Leonhardt. Please, do come in; the tea should be just about done.

[She opens the door completely, motioning for him to come inside. He can see her lab coat hanging on the back of a kitchen chair, and a tea set has already been laid out.]

[And once she says to come in, he will and allow her to close the door behind him.]

I am indeed. And it is truly a shame you had to return to such events here.

[The door is closed quietly, and Syre simply bows her head.]

Ah, well. These things cannot be helped; especially not with the nature of our captors.

[She leads him into the kitchen, and pulls out a chair for him to sit in; then, she sets to pouring him (and herself) a cup of tea.]

We can at least be thankful that this is not a permanent arrangement.

Or so we hope. [He'll go ahead and sit down and once tea is poured for both, he'll take a sip to be polite.]

But on to what we were discussing. I'll be blunt. Were you the one who took care of the security room?

[That Leonhardt knows someone else handled. When he arrived the guard was taken out and monitors smashed. He doubts anyone not out to deal with the Count would have done it, so the likely suspect is Syre since she so mysteriously had vanished and didn't return for a week.]

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S-Syre?! A-Are you alright? [ He winces at the video of the rapier coming into play and he looks anxiously over through his own feed. ]

Unharmed. Very much irritated, but unharmed.

[She settles the journal up on the table, leaning it against something. Then, she sighs, and looks at Helios.]

At the very least, my things are relatively intact.

[ Helios looks...considerably more relieved and actually manages a tired smile at that. He still looks incredibly stressed and out of sorts himself, not getting much sleep will do that to you. But he is trying to keep going. ] Thank goodness. Y-You haven't been here?

[ Not a mallynap, no, there was no mention of it over the journals so...a mission then? ]

I was away for a bit.

[Her sentence is vague. But she has no intention of mentioning what had happened to her over an open channel.]

Truth be told, if this is the impression these newcomers are leaving, I don't think I want them around...

[ Helios looks a bit taken aback at that news. ] O-Oh, I-I see. I'm, I'm sorry I didn't realize. [ There was a lot going on in his life the past few weeks though. ]

I-I don't think they're, um, a-actually staying permanently. It's j-just for a few days...I believe.

It's fine, really. Sometimes things need attention at the most inopportune times.

[There's a faint flicker of relief on her face at that next sentence.] Thank the Gods Above. If I had to deal with any more potential thieves, I think I would have done something drastic.

I-I know it's a bit jarring to come back to. Are you sure you're alright? Th-the shifting for f-food and things like that is also being a bit...off.

[ Helios shifts a bit on his end. ] I'm not sure why they're acting like this. W-We're all on the same side, technically.

I'm as fine as can be, at least for the time being. My pantry is well-stocked; the looters haven't taken any of it.

[She frowns, looking displeased.] There are always those that seek to give their peers a bad name.

I-I can help you keep them out if, if that would make you feel better? I have a s-sigil that's quite effective for that sort of thing.

[ But he won't do so if she doesn't want it. ] It might be because we have common luxuries that they don't. S-Still it doesn't mean they sh-should be acting in such a manner.

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A sigil would be very nice, thank you. My alchemy only ever works if I'm near the rune, so having something that works while I'm out-of-home would be fantastic.

[...] They should certainly know better. [A sigh.] They shouldn't be around long, right?

[ Helios frowns and shakes his head, his shoulders shrugging a bit as well. ] Un-unfortunately I-I'm not sure, really. It seems like their own enclosure underwent an attack. It could be some time...

[ He looks a bit worriedly over at Syre. ] I can...put up the sigil right away if-if you'd like.

Attacked, huh? [She sighs, running a hand through her hair.] Well, let us pray they don't overstep their bounds again...

...whenever you've got a moment, I'd like that. [A smile pulls at her lips despite her mood.] ...shall I prepare tea, in the meantime?