Elarrapal - Formalized Objections
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Oct 3, 2025, 2:30:42 PM10/3/25
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((North Oparis Branch Settlement, Uwe II))
Elarrapal: But I could not object to speaking with the Council. Even stopped ears occasionally can feel the reverberations of what lies beneath them.
She took a single languorous step back from Norsel.
Norsel: Speaking of the council – there were unusual visitors from the government at the project’s facility this morning as well. My contacts there reported they had forged documentation but gained access anyhow–
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Norsel: They were posing as government officials. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?
It rather shamed her that she did not. One strange group was coincidence, another a concern. Perhaps there was some fragment to Imeris’ dreams that would bring sense to all of it, but the tree did not see as she did. To find what was important amid all its dreams was no easy task.
Elarrapal: No. I’m afraid that seems to be a common problem these days.
Norsel: I’m sure. Well, then consider that information a token of my good will. After all, we are on the ‘same side’, are we not?
She inclined her head, just a little.
Elarrapal: We share the same enemies, often enough.
Norsel motioned his two, notably large, guards forward.
Norsel: Now, Elarrapal, I’d suggest you go scurrying off. I have an important meeting to attend and I can’t delay any longer. My two associates here can help to escort you off the premises if you don’t know the way out.
Elarrapal: I can find my way well enough. May your dreams be ever-blessed with true insight.
She rather thought Norsel might be consumed by his own dreams should that ever occur. There was some pleasure to the thought.
Norsel: Response
A furrow of her brow and she turned away. The bandage on her arm had torn with movement, and so she dripped blood as she went, her footsteps quiet upon even that echoing floor.
It wasn’t a long walk out. The door she stepped through was some engraved, elegant thing, so very fragile compared to the solidity of trees.
There was a crowd outside already, bustling about on various business, some keeping a close eye on Norsel’s little complex. Elarrapal could have sworn she saw a familiar face amid the crowd, one of those she’d sheltered in Imeris not so long ago.
Were they Norsel’s as well? He played a deep game if so, with all his questions about them.
Perhaps Elarrapal had only ever been a pretty mask for him and his ilk to wear, as if he were some parasite that sprouted from the bole of a tree and hid flowers amid the leaves. Some of the greater trees used those as defenses, intertwined to the point where both required each other.
She was not a tree.
She turned to that beautiful, fragile door, and bared her claws. It seemed an easy cut, to take her damaged arm apart at the elbow, and yet she’d never felt such agony in her flesh.
It would grow back, years later. If she lived. If Imeris aided her.
One of her guards set a hand on her shoulder and Elarrapal allowed herself a single moment in which to find her breath. The crowd murmured, moving in toward her like a living, flowing thing. This was an old path of symbols, of declared offense.
She gathered up that bundle of limbs, arm and charred branch alike, and threw it at the door.
It shattered. Ash, flesh, and glass alike.
Saavei/Galanis/Wong/Hopper: Response
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Elarrapal: But I could not object to speaking with the Council. Even stopped ears occasionally can feel the reverberations of what lies beneath them.
She took a single languorous step back from Norsel.
Norsel: Speaking of the council – there were unusual visitors from the government at the project’s facility this morning as well. My contacts there reported they had forged documentation but gained access anyhow–
.
Norsel: They were posing as government officials. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?
It rather shamed her that she did not. One strange group was coincidence, another a concern. Perhaps there was some fragment to Imeris’ dreams that would bring sense to all of it, but the tree did not see as she did. To find what was important amid all its dreams was no easy task.
Elarrapal: No. I’m afraid that seems to be a common problem these days.
Norsel: I’m sure. Well, then consider that information a token of my good will. After all, we are on the ‘same side’, are we not?
She inclined her head, just a little.
Elarrapal: We share the same enemies, often enough.
Norsel motioned his two, notably large, guards forward.
Norsel: Now, Elarrapal, I’d suggest you go scurrying off. I have an important meeting to attend and I can’t delay any longer. My two associates here can help to escort you off the premises if you don’t know the way out.
Elarrapal: I can find my way well enough. May your dreams be ever-blessed with true insight.
She rather thought Norsel might be consumed by his own dreams should that ever occur. There was some pleasure to the thought.
Norsel: Response
A furrow of her brow and she turned away. The bandage on her arm had torn with movement, and so she dripped blood as she went, her footsteps quiet upon even that echoing floor.
It wasn’t a long walk out. The door she stepped through was some engraved, elegant thing, so very fragile compared to the solidity of trees.
There was a crowd outside already, bustling about on various business, some keeping a close eye on Norsel’s little complex. Elarrapal could have sworn she saw a familiar face amid the crowd, one of those she’d sheltered in Imeris not so long ago.
Were they Norsel’s as well? He played a deep game if so, with all his questions about them.
Perhaps Elarrapal had only ever been a pretty mask for him and his ilk to wear, as if he were some parasite that sprouted from the bole of a tree and hid flowers amid the leaves. Some of the greater trees used those as defenses, intertwined to the point where both required each other.
She was not a tree.
She turned to that beautiful, fragile door, and bared her claws. It seemed an easy cut, to take her damaged arm apart at the elbow, and yet she’d never felt such agony in her flesh.
It would grow back, years later. If she lived. If Imeris aided her.
One of her guards set a hand on her shoulder and Elarrapal allowed herself a single moment in which to find her breath. The crowd murmured, moving in toward her like a living, flowing thing. This was an old path of symbols, of declared offense.
She gathered up that bundle of limbs, arm and charred branch alike, and threw it at the door.
It shattered. Ash, flesh, and glass alike.
Saavei/Galanis/Wong/Hopper: Response
Tag/TBC
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