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[There are books and papers all over the table, clearly Valds has been doing some research on what they've seen in the visions. She doesn't look tired, though she certainly feels it. Just because she didn't need to sleep, didn't mean it isn't better for her than drawing on soul energy. She's spent days just going over everything she could find, cross referencing every mention, careful to avoid certain parties who might demand she take some breaks every now and then]

I've been combing over the histories and legends for information on what I've seen. The shadows and monster I saw aren't in any of them, thought mentions exist in incidents related to the Dreaming. There's at least one mention of a dark pyramid, but I'm not well versed enough to really figure out what it means.

[Not mentioned: The involvement of the Death Plane]

There's several references to scientific papers by people at the Aisling Tower, and I've found a few of the texts that might prove helpful but haven't gone over them in depth yet. I could use some help if anyone has time.

[Hopefully someone does, she would really like to feel as if she were actually getting somewhere.]

I've also had another vision. Nerrin again, except he's older than before. There's also some kind of beast...I think. He was examining claw marks in their temporary shelter.

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Yet another assumption. I have not stated or thought that my intellect is superior to yours. As you pointed out, I asked for aid. But you passed the first judgement, Rutile, the moment we met.

[She is aware of the information she has given and how it might be helpful, but there's a sharpness to her gaze at his last.]

And I would not disrespect the Death Plane in such a manner, it has a tendency to bite.

[She knew that only too well.]

I recall nothing of our first meeting except that I was perfectly polite to you, as long as it was merited. Search your memory and point out the moment my behavior was no longer justified - you may find your own recollection more worthwhile than my words.

[ She's clearly more interested in her own version of events than the truth. This is hardly worth the effort anymore. ]

The Death Plane can bite where it will. Its teeth have not touched me so far.

[ Death is kind of a meaningless concept to Rutile - the closest brush with it they've had was the centuries of Padparadscha's coma. But even Padparadscha was returned to them, and they feel rather fearless. ]

[She was unwilling to admit her empathetic abilities over the network, but it didn't seem to matter since the effects of the past week were catching up to her. Valdis arched a bow, her irises bright scarlet in the next blink, an almost satisfied smirk on her fair face.]

The plants, the trees, the earth. Anything that moves with life can die...even gods. We know this firsthand.

[She released a sharp breath, shaking her head and holding a palm to her forehead as if in pain, then the video goes black as she turns off the feed.]

The scarlet irises are a surprise, but even those are more insignificant than the smirk Valdis plasters across her face in the tiny video screen. When the image cuts out, a little flashing icon and CALL ENDED message are reflected in Rutile's hair, eyes, and outraged expression.

"Good thing I'm not fucking alive," Rutile mutters, and shoves the yimo into their pocket. The chair scrapes on the floor as they hastily rise, and the last thing heard is the heavy thud of their footsteps across the common room floor.

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