#kc_necropolis

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Tweak waits for Frank's response to her notion.

Picking up from PBEM - "...I c'n convince some upper-crust Liam to do what ain' normally done...give yer girl a baroness title without she gotta be in a house." She leans back again. "Whatcha think?"

Frank listens, and sits without speaking for a time.

Then he exhales blowing out. "Damn." Heavily.

"Do you know anything about these other two contenders?"

"Not a lot. The one, he be some Fiona what apparently be all about how he look. Don' sound like much of a leader."

"Not all Fiona are like that but.... well, nevermind. And the other?"

"This one be, if th' Liam who tol' us was tellin' true. Baron Radiant, if you c'n believe that shit. An' the other....huh...what was it again....? " She taps her chin for effect. "Ohh, yeah....a troll, actually. S'posed to have a rep for knowin' what she doin', got some credit under her belt...." Pause. "And, oh yeah...she Leanhaun." Said casually with a straight face.

Frank sits there stoically.

"A troll.... Leanhaun." To clarify.

"Mm-hm." Nodding slowly, watching him. "How my plan soundin' now?"

"Better." A growl like none the nocker has ever heard from this gentle giant.

His eyes dark as night.

"When?" from a clenched jaw.

"Soon as we c'n do it." Not moving, watching him.

"No. When does the choice get made? And by who?"

"Dunno when. We just hearin' 'bout it today. Figure Big Blue...Countess Dayna, you know...figure she get to make th' final decision, but we don' know if'n they gonna be a trial or some shit. Rather not have it come to that."

He stands and paces the room, footsteps thudding.

She watches him for a bit. "I ain' sayin' we do something final behind her back...I sayin' I need help with th' fact-findin' aspect, y'heard?"

He continues pacing, but his gait slows.

She watches, waits.

"Right." Still a low, rough grumble. "I want to fix it but.... right."

Slowly marking the room.

"You know how she be." Frown. "Or maybe you don't. Anytime anybody suggest maybe she ask you folks for some advice or shit? She be all like, nah, I wanna do this myself. Kinda like watchin' a toddler dress herself for the first time...underwear on the head an' shit."

That makes him cough and stop, then chuckle.

"Never got to see her do that before."

Smirks. "An' you proud of her for that. So let's not fuck that up by lettin' her in on this, right?"

"Yeah, well..." She shrugs.

"She left here, looking to make her own name. She did. She wants to keep it, keep it for herself. Guess we can respect that, huh?" He looks at the nocker.

"Right. Yes. I can talk to the Duke I know. Might be worth thinking about asking Brekke to talk to Countess Danya."

She shakes her head. "Nah...I want in on this. Direct. You be my passport, say I'm on th' level...an' if you got any favors to call in, that be primo...but I want to make th' case."

He looks at the little nocker, lifting an eyebrow. "Yes, but what if we need it to work?"

"An' let's leave Big Blue outta it until we get this part researched. If it ain' gonna work, then we go the next angle."

She raises her chin at him. "What exactly you sayin' there, Rigger?"

He chuckles. "Tweak, sometimes you need as much a translator as Necropsis. Have you ever approached a titled Sidhe?"

"Oh, I ain' sayin' you get me in th' door an' leave. Nah, you gotta be there, too, cuz you right...my mouth be ready to fuck up any good deal. You gotta be there...but you ain' leavin' me behind, neither."

"You want me to go to my House and ask them to raise my daughter to Baroness."

"And expect this won't get back to her?"

"I want us to ask 'em if they consider it in order to keep her holdings safe AND in Liam-style rule...an' what happens after that, we see."

She shrugs. "I ain' expectin' this ain' gonna get found out eventually. But hey, I done lived a good long life already." A joke.

"They'll ask, why not cement a Liam hold." He states.