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[queenofseers]

[ The feed opens on Cassandra’s apartment- or what soon will not be Cassandra’s apartment, as one may be able to tell from the fact that everything’s in boxes behind her. Cassandra is on screen, certainly not looking or sounding as terrible as the last time she posted on the network, but still a good bit exhausted. And a bit...frustrated? It could be worse. There's a portion of the screen behind her that's hard to focus on, as if it doesn't want to be looked at. ]

Okay. So- for those of you who are actually interested in figuring shit out around this place, I’ve got a request. Or- we do, apparently. [ Suddenly, that portion of the screen is just fine being looked at, where the tall figure and gazelle skull mask of the Psychopomp looms behind Cassandra. ]

We’re looking for magic users. Anyone with... [ She taps her chin. Clearly she’s trying to find the right words, for a number of reasons. ] Offensive abilities. Or some sort of psychic powers. [ Psychopomp raises one finger, interjecting from behind her: ] Not offensive, as such. The abilities we seek have to do with the mind, particularly in the binding together of them.

God. Fine, yeah, what they said. It’s all abstract anyway, fucking...supernatural bullshit. [ She waves a hand around, as if that’ll assist her point. ] What we’re saying is we need some help on a project. A big one. So if you can do that- and if you’re willing to do it with pretty fucking high stakes- let us know.

Be warned, when we speak of high stakes, we mean the highest of stakes in this land. We mean to mitigate them, with thy help, and perhaps they will be reduced for thee enough to be as naught, but this task is not for such that cannot steel themselves to such a task. If thou art serious, we appreciate thy inquiry.

...They mean you could get hurt, if you need a translation. [ She’s a journalist. She likes blunt language. ] Oh- and if you want something a little less dangerous, we could use some help with a survey, too. Much less potentially deadly. Thanks in advance to those of you who actually give a shit, I guess.


[ ooc: Plain text is Cassandra, bolded is Psychopomp/glowsferatu. Replies will come from both! ]

Comments

[queenofseers]

We can brainstorm about that all we want, but what we're actually trying to do here is stop this before we have to ask those questions.

[crassidy]

Uh-huh, and what's your plan here? Throw folk at the problem and hope there's enough healers to fix 'em up?

[queenofseers]

We're going to have far more of a plan that that. But the first thing to do is to figure out who we even have to work with.

I'm getting the impression you're not going to be one of them. [ Just a guess. ]

[crassidy]

Is there likely to be any road trips? Booze? Drugs? High end hookers?

[queenofseers]

Literally none of those. In fact, the opposite of all of those things.

[crassidy]

Ugh. Don't sound like my sorta thing, love, I'll be honest.

[queenofseers]

Wow, what a surprise. [ That's completely sarcastic. ]

Who even are you, anyway?

[crassidy]

[Mean.]

I'm Cassidy, heya. And you are?

[queenofseers]

Cassandra Igarashi, and I'm not sure that even solves anything. You're just some random asshole with nothing to contribute?

[crassidy]

Good name, that, Cass. And aye, that about describes my lot in life, I don't really contribute much to anythin'.

[queenofseers]

[ Ugh. She rolls her eyes. ]

And you're just okay with that? You don't care that this place is practically on fire every other day and you could do something to change that?

[crassidy]

Look, love, it's a noble thing you're tryna do, don't get me wrong there, but there's shite all I can do when it comes to puttin' out daily fires and dealing with huge planet ending monster gods. That sorta shite is beyond me.