[ Root rolls her eyes. The joking is entertaining and all, but she doesn't want to belittle the work she does for the Machine. It feels sincerely like something only she could do as well as something worth doing, which combined is a heady, vanishingly rare feeling, like a perfectly tailored stimulant. ]
That would be a waste of both our talents, [ she answers pointedly. ] I want to smuggle something, and I want to hide it in something else that is regularly smuggled, so if anyone finds it they'll think they know what it is. Fine art is the perfect cover.
[ Clea is so subtle and yet so precise. It takes Root a few moments to pick up on the scent of the cologne, mildly distracted watching the snake shimmer. She hadn't known she was coming, so that wasn't applied for her; Clea is just like this, all the time, ready to show off who she is. She really had missed that.
There's a momentary pause.
Seriously, calmly, without pretense: ] Getting you involved in this will be more dangerous than anything I've ever asked you to do before. So be sure.
[ Clea waves a hand dismissively at the notion of danger. Root does not know that Clea's in danger beyond whatever games the other woman has found herself in: even if she were to live a life with no contact to the element Root used to favor, her family has enemies of its own. One Dessendre has already been murdered, another maimed.
Existing is a danger. Having the Gift is a danger, which is why it cannot be widely known. Why such things had passed into the realm of fancy and superstition, lest their wielders find themselves as guests or hostages to the growing human powers that have eaten the world and which are never satisfied. ]
Yes, that is more than possible. We can use something from the vaults, and I can set up a sale to a buyer suitably interested in not notifying the authorities.
[ Some items must be hidden from the eyes of power. ]
Where are we sending it and how large is the item in question?
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That would be a waste of both our talents, [ she answers pointedly. ] I want to smuggle something, and I want to hide it in something else that is regularly smuggled, so if anyone finds it they'll think they know what it is. Fine art is the perfect cover.
[ Clea is so subtle and yet so precise. It takes Root a few moments to pick up on the scent of the cologne, mildly distracted watching the snake shimmer. She hadn't known she was coming, so that wasn't applied for her; Clea is just like this, all the time, ready to show off who she is. She really had missed that.
There's a momentary pause.
Seriously, calmly, without pretense: ] Getting you involved in this will be more dangerous than anything I've ever asked you to do before. So be sure.
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Existing is a danger. Having the Gift is a danger, which is why it cannot be widely known. Why such things had passed into the realm of fancy and superstition, lest their wielders find themselves as guests or hostages to the growing human powers that have eaten the world and which are never satisfied. ]
Yes, that is more than possible. We can use something from the vaults, and I can set up a sale to a buyer suitably interested in not notifying the authorities.
[ Some items must be hidden from the eyes of power. ]
Where are we sending it and how large is the item in question?