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[makehistoria]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, <MOIRAE>. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 44.78.67.42

• Stocke uses <swordpacts> and <moirae> interchangeably; the former especially for Devil's Nest business. Any of his friends/fellow Nest employees probably have his number.   • He's careful to use randomized names on the network the rest of the time; watch out for that if you want your character to contact him about something he said! (Basically just come up with an excuse for them to recognize his writing and all is good.)

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<avaricious>

[nestingdevil]

[Stocke isn't the first he's shot a message to. After the announcement on the radio, there's plenty of questions and while Vandare is full of possible answers, the rumors all but fall flat.]

lookkks like somthing came up got som businness for ya

see wht kindoff information your frinnds in town can dig upp onthis hmn ?

<swordpacts> 1/3

[makehistoria]

i'll look into it

<swordpacts> 2/3

[makehistoria]

[It will take him... rather longer than he'd like to get a lead (and maybe he joined Ed in frustrated scribbling over napkins in the bar somewhere in the middle there, while he waited to hear back) but once he decides all the 'v' words at the end sound more like a set code than a riddle, he manages to dig out a ragged copy of something like this page for Greed. ...is one of Stocke's human contacts an enthusiast of history or something?]

something at the docks at 2pm
vandare at 11 25am
bavan at midnight
vandare again at 3pm

[Not the rest of the book, unfortunately. So what's happening, and more detail, he doesn't have - assuming it's even the same code. He'd guess it was, just to avoid over-complicating it, but...]

<swordpacts> 3/3

[makehistoria]

[...and then, some time later, he'll show Greed this. Assuming <unicornrider>'s not mistaken, here are the missing details.]

<avaricious> 1/2.

[nestingdevil]

fiigured asmmch prrrtyy trobllsome arent they ?

<avaricious> 2/2

[nestingdevil]

[The next message is delayed. If Stocke's around, the lulling sound of heels up above is a telling sign. A mass attack isn't unheard of, nor is it entirely a surprise. It's how the information came; as if the warning's merely a courtesy:]

["If you aren't one of them, then stay away."]

makeesre to tell thrst of em gott somthing to takke cre of

barll becllsed the nghtbfore

<swordpacts>

[makehistoria]

understood

[...sounds like a bomb threat, but to him that's obvious enough that he doesn't need to say it. (He's also wrong - at least, if you take 'bomb' literally...)]

are we intervening [Or just taking precautions to stay out of it.]

<avaricious> PRIVATE

[nestingdevil]

[How he's learned that trick is another story, but the next message takes a bit longer to send. The thudding heels from up above suddenly jerk to a still and in the bar below, trickles of soot huff from the ceiling. Greed taps the laptop once before:]

>avaricious has posted an AUDIO MESSAGE. If you wish to listen, type LISTEN01

Depends. [Greed's voice rides in on static. He sounds far away; as if he's just outside the receiving end or lingering nearby. For a moment, the playful tone of his rattles off his tongue.] Ehhh- they're not going to make it easy either way.

[A sudden silence follows on his side of the line. It's eerie and vacant; like a hotel room that hasn't been checked into in quite some time, yet everything's been left to run. The furnace spits just outside the recording, a breeze catches, then:]

Don't do anything brash, Stocke. If need be, stay out of it. If not, then I guess we won't have much of a choice now, will we? [It's all too clear the change in tone; Greed's voice is lower, stretched. He knocks his heel back against the floor.]

You're familiar with the tunnels below, right?

[makehistoria]

> LISTEN01

[...]

when have you ever known me to do something brash [Besides, well, all the time. It's too bad Stocke never uses the network's audio - the letters blink bright, but fall flatter without the wry tone he'd have used to say them.]

any that dawn hasn't made in the past three days [He doesn't add to his mental chart daily, but he does it often enough.]

[nestingdevil]

>avaricious has posted an AUDIO MESSAGE. If you wish to listen, type LISTEN02

Ah- [The Sin groans on his end. A soft pop puckers through the feed, the sound similar to that of bones being cracked and rearranged. The gem in his ear jangles for a moment before stopping still again. Effectively choking itself on its thin, metal noose.] - no, you don't. But you tend to find trouble when you shouldn't. I guess there's no stopping that, is there?

[Fire snaps on the recording. It's a quick ignition - a strike of claw against claw and Greed inhales sharply before the flame sputters out. Whatever they're planning, it can't be good and it's like history on the rewind. Repeating itself over and over - ] Mn. There's another one leading just outside of town. Check it out when you have the chance.

[Though there's something about his pitch. Something held at bay, a snarl just clawing at the backside of his throat with a heated, scratching broil. Greed lets out an elongated sigh and a sharp click, click of porcelain tolls in the receiver.]