Writer's block sucks. Just trying to push through it for now...
â€œWell, I spoke with my superiors.â€ Twice-Breathing Millia glanced around the empty room, one of the side areas of the palace that they had chosen to hold their meeting in, close enough to Oramakosâ€™s quarters that she could appoint a spirit to watch them and still be able to respond quickly. She and Serafin had briefly split up to try and draw support â€“ fighting a Lunar akuma of unknown capabilities wasnâ€™t high on her list of things she wanted to do. Her elders might consider her impulsive, but she did want to live to see another century.
â€œAnd?â€ Serafin leaned back in her seat, petting Flicker gently. The cat purred softly, curling into a tight ball in her lap.
â€œTheyâ€™re very worried, and will send a Silver Faction representative over in about three days.â€ Millia rolled her eyes. â€œHow about you?â€
â€œNot much better. Grandfather Frost says to hell with the Realm, and am I really sure itâ€™s a Lunar anyway. I donâ€™t know very many other Lunars, and I couldnâ€™t get in touch with them on this short notice. Iâ€™ve sent a message back to Alakazar, but he doesnâ€™t have the kind of mobility heâ€™d need to be here right away.â€ She sighed softly. â€œIt appears that weâ€™re on our own.â€
â€œAlright, okay.â€ Millia nodded after a moment. â€œWe can do that. Not like weâ€™ve done it a dozen times before.â€ Serafin laughed, and the Sidereal continued. â€œWe know that Oramakos is trying to get close to General Kitano, and that he can eat people and do it well. But the disguise canâ€™t hold forever. So why the general?â€
â€œThe warstriders?â€ Millia looked up, surprised, and Serafin laughed again. â€œWhile you were consulting, I sent off my messages and did some snooping. Kitanoâ€™s gone and stolen four warstriders from the Realm.â€
â€œThatâ€™sâ€¦ not inconsiderable.â€ Millia considered. â€œBut it seems too little. I mean, theyâ€™re really powerful, but how would he get them out of town? And sure, the General has access to the armory, but he canâ€™t just deploy itâ€¦â€ She trailed off, and the two stared at each other in dawning worry.
â€œThe armoury. The Fair Folk.â€ Serafinâ€™s voice was faint.
â€œWould an akuma work with Fair Folk? Could he?â€
â€œItâ€™s possible.â€ Serafin stood abruptly. â€œHe could use the confusion to kill Kitano and take his shape. That would open the armoury of Greyfalls to him.â€
â€œAnd throw the city into chaos.â€ Millia nodded firmly. â€œWell, Iâ€™ve got the spy on him. As soon as he makes a move, we can jump him. Who knows, maybe weâ€™ll get lucky and the Silver Faction will actually send that backup before â€“â€ She paused for a fraction of a second as Serafinâ€™s eyes suddenly narrowed. The Lunar nodded, and Millia smoothly resumed talking as her mother slipped towards the door, soundlessly padding across the ground. She also slid through the stances of the Water Dragon Form, just to be safe. â€œâ€“anything more dangerous happens. I mean, itâ€™s not like they have anything better to do, right? They might as wellâ€¦â€ Serafin pulled the door open as quickly as possible, and Millia stepped forwards towards the person crouching on the other side â€“ and then stopped dead.
â€œAha!â€ Cathak Tyr, momentarily ignoring Serafin, raised a finger at Millia triumphantly. â€œI know you, now! You were that scout! The one I couldnâ€™t find!â€ His eyes narrowed. â€œAre you spending your time trying to ruin my life? And what the hell was â€“â€ Serafin grabbed him by the collar of his coat and pulled him into the room, shutting the door smoothly behind him. Tyr flailed for a moment before going still. â€œI donâ€™t know who either of you are, but I left word about where I was going. If youâ€¦â€
â€œWeâ€™re not going to hurt you.â€ Millia shook her head disgustedly. â€œGreat. Masters of stealth, and weâ€™ve been found out by the adjunct.â€ She sighed quietly. â€œI canâ€™t help but feel partially responsible for this.â€
â€œThatâ€™s because youâ€™re wholly responsible for this.â€ Millia glared at Serafin, who turned her attention to Tyr, letting him go. â€œWhat exactly did you hear?â€
â€œEnough.â€ Tyr stepped backwards, looking from one woman to the other. â€œYou were discussing Oramakos wanting to kill the General. And you werenâ€™t lying â€“ Iâ€™m very good at telling. I could tell that something was wrong with Oramakos, I just couldnâ€™t tell what.â€ He paused. â€œWho are you people?â€
â€œYou really donâ€™t want to know that.â€ Millia rubbed her forehead.
â€œI think that I do.â€
Serafin muttered something darkly under her breath. â€œWe need to make sure that Oramakos and Kitano donâ€™t meet. If you can help us, we can tell you the truth.â€
â€œUhâ€¦â€ Millia looked at Serafin worriedly. â€œShould we reallyâ€¦â€
â€œWe donâ€™t have time to choose our allies more carefully. Heâ€™s here. He can help.â€
Tyr raised an eyebrow. â€œI do have a vested interest in my superior not being eaten by demons.â€
â€œFine.â€ Millia sighed. â€œYouâ€™d better pull up a seat. Itâ€™s a long story.â€