Mission 9: Session Play - Ash/Mesa/Fay
It was easy to miss the subtext of what was happening in the room. To the casual onlooker, it was nothing more than another one of the many seminars that took place each month at the Spiral Academy, and for that matter, the other academies. Even to a trained ear, the implications of the crowd's whispered messages were easy to miss, despite the gravity of their contents - it was possible Creation's fate was being decided in this ballroom. But the Grass-Spiders were not simply a set of trained ears; they were the best the business had to offer. And quite likely, the worst.
Suggested Music - Dirge of Cerberus OST - A Proposal
Lord of the Ashen Cloud was nowhere to be found. Between his veiling scarf and the impenetrable disguise granted to him by the Order's mysterious master, a frumpy Guildsman stood in Ash's place. Though his body hung heavy with the signs of a life lived in excess, even Gyoki's unparalleled skill at deception could not conceal the fire that burned behind the man's eyes. For all their laziness in preparation and short attention spans, the Circle With No Name possessed a quality their leadership had the insight to notice in them even before they were recruited - they would not tolerate failure.
Ash didn't care about who ruled Creation, secretly or not. He certainly didn't care about the White Veil Society's agenda - he understood the value of subtlety, but it seemed to him that the White Veil Society was so muddled in mystery its own membership scarcely knew what it wanted. Maybe that was the idea. But Ash, and the rest of his circle with him, would untangle the intricate web woven by the White Veil Society, because that was their mission. Ash knew it, even as he threw back another glass of champagne. Mesa knew it, even as he toked on his customary pre-performance pipe and relished the unmistakable smell of freshly burnt opiates. Fay knew it, even as she imagined all the delightfully cruel things she'd happily do to Altair in the name of the mission - or in the name of nothing at all. And so as Ash set about his work, bringing himself and the aide he'd been talking to another glass of champagne, there was fire in his eyes.
It gave the appearance of a businessman who, despite his indulgences, had a shrewd mind for the market. This suited Ash's approach perfectly. The aide was a pretty, young thing - they always seemed to be; Ash found this curious, but hardly objected. His flawless confidence spilled over into his less attractive facade. With a hand placed just gently enough on the small of the aide's back to guide her away from the crowd, Ash handed her one of the long-necked glasses. When the pair had reached a distance which Ash deemed suitable, he was about to resume his inquisition, but the aide surprised him with a little questioning of her own. She smiled as she spoke - it was more out of politeness than enthusiasm; she wasn't fully at ease yet, though she was coming around.
"So, tell me, what interest does the Guild have in Cathak Ivan's political platform?"
((It's my understanding that Fay is hanging around for a bit and waiting until after Cathak Ivan's speech to make her approach. I'm also planning on posting a short introductory blurb for her, so let me know if there's any particular information Fay is looking out for, and I'll include what I can. I wanted to give Ash a chance to finish up whatever he wanted to say to this aide and the people she works for before beginning the speech.))
Dan 02:42, 5 September 2010 (EDT)