You didn’t want to get Masaru and the other involved in this mess, but fate seems to keep dragging them into it. With the god standing outside the window, you can’t ask what Masaru and the others are planning. You are going to have to trust them. You crawl over and sit down just underneath the window sill.
“You wanted to talk? So talk.” You deepen your voice to sound tough.
“A very old scroll was given into the care of your previous incarnation. I would like to know what you remember of it.” The god switches to Spirit Speech.
Fucking Scroll. “Trailing Sorrows asked me the same question. Why should I help you?” You reply back in the same language. Masaru looks at you in confusion.
“Trailing Sorrows was… impatient… I was going to see if I could sit down and talk to you.“ The god sighs. “Your guardian, however, is rather overprotective of you. If you weren’t with him or Keeper, you were with another Sidereal or in Creation.” There is a pause as you hear the god adjust his robes. “Boy, you do not realize how controlled your life is.”
You think back and realize that what the god has said was true. When you weren’t in class with the Owl, you were shadowing Akachi in the Bureau of Destiny. If he had business in Creation, Sasha was there to watch over you. Until recently, you never realized how little free time you had. You were forced to read the White Treatise after you went to bed.
Masaru mouths, “Whatever he is saying, don’t listen. Just keep him talking.”
Now was not the time to think about this. You nod at Masaru and ask. “What did you poison us with?” Ika was still unconscious, but the room had stopped spinning for you.
“Ah… but if I tell you, you’ll go find the antidote yourself. What do you remember about the Scroll? Tell me where to find it and I will give you the antidote and we will go our separate ways.”
You knew exactly who Rikali gave the scroll to. A lot could happen in fifty years, so you didn’t know if Ayesha Ura still had it. What was in the scroll? Maybe if you gave the god a little information, you can find out more.
“I remember the Owl giving me… Rikali the scroll. I haven’t remember much after that yet. If you tell me more about the scroll maybe it would trigger more memories.”
“The scroll is an old one. It dates back to the War for Creation. It was drafted by a Twilight whose name is now lost to history. Does any of this job your memory, boy?”
You bang your head against the wall in frustration. All the facts that the Bureau Mole gave you about the scroll were completely useless. Elder Kejak was right. Why does no one answer questions? A Twilight who no one remembered their name? Except that you do remember her name….
“Gale of Ten Thousand Winds?“ the Owl repeated. You were back in the library, the locked glass cases surrounding the long table that you and the god sat. “How did you hear that name?”
You smiled. “I am a Chosen of Secrets. It’s my job to hear things.” Months of lunches and just dropping by to say hello have led to this first step. When you mentioned the name, you worried that the Owl will figure out your ulterior motive for befriending him. “Do you know of her?”
“I remember her back from the Primordial War. She… Gale did not adjust to the aftermath well. “
“A Primordial War Veteran?” Ayesha told you nothing of the Solar except her name.
“Yes.” Owl descended into his school teacher voice. “She was quite the hero and was given domain over one of the River Providences. Eventually, she went into seclusion, focused on her work. Gale was obsessed with building weapons. It was her greatest fear that the Primoridals that escaped Creation would return. So she built terrible weapons to counter that threat, but she never got to use them.”
Weapons? “What happened to her?”
“She was killed at the Calibration Banquet along with the rest of the Solars.”
“But she was in seclusion….”
“Ah… Gale’s Lunar Mate made sure that Gale attended the Banquet. I don’t know how Graupel got Gale to agree to go. The Twilight hadn’t been publicly seen in decades. Now Gale’s shard and the dangerous knowledge it contains are safely locked away.”
You couldn’t resist such an opening. “Out of all the gods you would know best.” You needed to lead the conversation back to the Primordial War, when Gale designed the Gleaming Cages for God of Exaltation.
The Owl’s eyes narrowed and his feathers ruffled. “Unlike what certain other deities may think, the Solar Shards are not in my domain. I did not steal anything from Lytek. “
“You are not a thief. “ you quickly concurred. While most of the Gold Faction gods quickly figured out that the Keeper of Locks’ domain did not hold the Solar Shards, Lytek still badgered the Owl about it. “Have you eaten yet?”
“Have I been elevated from Lunch to Dinner now?” the Owl asked.
You laughed. “I didn’t realize the evening meal had higher status than the midday one. The Ramen shop has a new flavor I wanted to try. While I was there, I could pick you up some dinner too.”
“Ah. I see.” Was that disappointment in the old Owl’s eyes?
“What?” You pull yourself back into the present. The Scroll of the Gleaming Cage. What was in that scroll that Trailing Sorrows and the Bureau Mole wanted?
“What do you remember, boy?” The Bureau Mole asks.
What do you do?
- Tell the God that Ayesha Ura had the scroll last and call off Masaru’s plan. Then he can go back to the rest of Trailing Sorrows’ associates and harass Ayesha instead of you.
- Tell him nothing. He is no better than Trailing Sorrows. He’s a murder and a bully.
- Lie. Tell him that Rikali threw the scroll into the sea or that Haythem has the scroll. Send the Bureau Mole on a wild goose chase, should he escape Masaru’s plan.
((OOC: I was truly divided on whether Svante should get poisoned too. It made sense from the Bureau Mole’s point of view, since Svante was just standing there at the window. It seems to limit your options and I hate doing that. 😉 ))