#kc_necropolis

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Firnost is eternal! Faces change, preferences come and go, but Firnost stands.

Mind you, the pale moth pooka eyes the rafters with caution. Vashti once of the paler line, and now having moved up to better relations to be known by, is dressed in a pale sundress allowing her wings room to flutter.

Cautiously, she makes her way to the gauntlets "Room 5 keys if you please, I left something there." It's a half lie. She wants Room Five's keys, but she left nothing. SHe suspects her late and unlamented father did.

The keys are granted her. And she moves up the stairs, a brief flash of guilt that she did not tell Shaillmar of this. He would tell her, in his way, that dwelling on a past , an unpleasant one, would do her naught but pain and to leave it be. And he does succeed in that. Not that she would ever say so, but she quite enjoys the way her lover hakunas her moth Ta Tas.... . She would poison most who made that joke out loud, but she does enjoy it. Shalimar does not fool her, he has his own sadness but he rages against the world with brazen smiles and jokes of varying quality but constant defiance against gloom. But this... this is different so she did not tell him. Stupid guilt.

She enters the upper hall and finds it, Room Number 5. Further back she can see the door to the legendary 'troll' room, extra sized and RUMORED to have a spa. Vashti wonders if she should ask Zara for facts, but her dear sister has a pretty wry sense of humor herself... ah, make that 'humour' her sister sometimes prefers her Oxford to her Webster. "Silly sluagh sisters, why can't they be dignified like we pooka?" She asks the door to room five and opens it up with the keys.

A spider scurries, making sure not to be caught outside in the hall. Thirteen's spiders rule here, though Zara's brood is not unwelcome - only 1122 is native to the place.

She eyes the spider, "If thou seekest a meal, look to some ponderous butterfly who knows not the phrase 'tone it down'." She huffs and goes in. A pair of eyes here that may belong to another sluagh. Blast it. At this point she is tempted to veil herself but Zara might chastise her for being 'rude' and denying another sluagh's honest efforts via arach-aid.

Quatra is not one to be dissuaded! She has vashti duty today!

Vashti left EarthRunes, and without informing Zara. And so she was followed.

"Quatra? Is that thee? How did mine sister know I... oh, might as well wonder how bees fly, when it is clearly they just bumbled their way to it." A shake of her head, then she explains "I am about to gush, it is not for thee, a bad vintage, and you must keep that slim form." She takes out a needle and pricks her thumb "The blood knows, the blood tells, the blood is born of life, but follows us in heaven or hell. Blood to blood, father abusive, show me the hiding spot, of prize elusive." A drop of blood rises from her thumb and like a load stone wobbles in a certain direction.

Quatra preens. Vashti knows fashion, and is she not the most stylish of her sisters?

Vashti thinks so, and the blood leads like a load stone to a specific wall panel. Vashti's fingers go over the edging.

She checks for a trap, it would be like her father to give a gift that keeps on hurting even after his end.

Quatra climbs Vashit's voile and perches on her shoulder.

Vashti finds the needle in time before it launches at her, venom on it. "How embarrassing twould be to die at father's hand from beyond the grave? More poe esque than the wretch earned." She takes the needle, sniffs it, "A long lasting venom indeed, see, Quatra, a preservative of the Brazilian wandering spider's venom... probably still very potent."

A tippy-tap of agreement.

"We shall offer it up to Zara later perhaps, she is a soft heart and would never use it to kill, but knowing her she'd find the right mix for a tea cup with kick after much diffusion," IS the pooka lying or not? hard to say. She removes the panel next, and finds the prize inside. A... box.

Leeeeaaaannnnn and peer. (Z is a bad influence, for the sisters are all nearly as bad as she these days)

A puzzle box. Shaped like a cat? "Odd," the pooka says "Father was a dog person." He was not, but he wasn't big on animals period.

Vashti suddenly looks bored, what's so special about one of father's old treasures anyway? For a moment she looks ready to turn away, but Quatra notes this change in the pooka's interest and knows it is odd. Unlike Vashti.

Tap. Tap-tap.

The gentle touch was enough and Vashti blinks then frowns "Cat Killed Curiosity? An interesting defense, but it appears to be set to kithain only, thank you, Quatra. Sister was wise to send a top agent."

A smug little waggle of her pedipalps.

Vashti smiles at the arachnid, then seeks to open the box.

A list falls out, a list of names it appears.

She takes the list up and reads it, her eyes searching rapidly, "Not what I expected. I thought a treasure or something but this is... no, a list of names, fae names."

"I must learn who these particular kithain are, Quatra. I must learn their import to father, or I might explode." She will NOT Explode.

Down Vashti's arm, perching on her wrist, to read.

"Nay, nothing so traditional," They appear to be titles, names... quatra suddenly recognizes a few, not from Zara's books so much as the notes kept by August and Coradel.

It's names in a political list.

"I must get this back to Earth Runes and tripple check it. Shall I take the puzzle box for sister?"

"Come then, we must remember to swoosh our capes like Yul Brenner as we depart," She flourishes her wings and takes the prizes of the list, the cat puzzlebox, and the venom needle!

Quatra has no cape to swoosh, but she can ride the crest of Vashti's hair like the May Queen on a parade float!

More than sufficiently Brennerish! They depart!

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