Crackplot

[glacianbitch]

Karla has never been a firm believer in avoiding anything. As someone who tends to face problems head on, she thinks that people around here do altogether too much avoiding of them. In order to help with this, a room somewhere near the main one is surrounded with a Tangled Web, intricately and carefully woven and almost entirely invisible.

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[thornofcamorr]

Well.

If anyone is looking for a certain small thief, he's most likely to be found briefly in his room, packing and scrawling a short note for Valen and another to the Sanzas that consists of one word, underlined. Hide. He slings a small bag on his back, just enough for a couple days, and starting away from the Mansion, face oddly still and resigned.

Because it's finally happened, the Falconer is here, and there is no way on earth he's getting his friends killed again. He makes no effort to hide his tracks.

[cursed_bent]

Valen barely reads the note before he's out the door, getting a short distance away from the mansion before dropping to his knees and pressing his hands and forehead against the ground, letting magic extend into the earth, looking for Locke. It's a simple enough matter and he's off in moments, moving quickly after Locke.

[thornofcamorr]

He's moving fairly fast, but probably not fast enough, not really going anywhere, just getting out of the Mansion. Better him than anyone else, dammit, even if - well, grimace.

He does feel a little regret, vaguely, because of Valen, but of course it's for his own good.

[cursed_bent]

Valen is moving quickly as well, and he doesn't need to stop to rest. He's not going to let Locke do whatever he intends to alone, and at least if he's there Locke will have more warning before anything happens, if it does. He's probably sense the magic.

[thornofcamorr]

But that's what you're supposed to do, Valen! Bad. :|

Locke does have to pause, a safe distance, and leans against a tree, looking back at the Mansion, his face bleak. Slinging off the pack, he checks something in it, checks all five of his knives, and then leans back to wait.

[cursed_bent]

When Valen knows he's getting close he calls so that Locke doesn't throw a knife or something the moment he comes into view out of nervousness. "Locke! Are you there?"

[thornofcamorr]

His head jerks up and he jolts to his feet, in moments having the bag again and backing up.

"Valen, you idiot, what are you doing out here?" There's a tense note in his voice that hasn't been there for a while.

[cursed_bent]

"Looking for you. Locke, what's going on?" He approaches slowly, concerned about the tenseness.

[thornofcamorr]

He takes another couple steps. "Get the fuck out of here, there's a reason I left."

What am I supposed to do if you get killed?

[cursed_bent]

"And I'm waiting to hear it. I can help, remember?" He stops moving, not wanting Locke to move any farther away

[thornofcamorr]

"The Falconer. The motherfucking Bondsmage, now leave."

[cursed_bent]

"Locke. I'd be able to tell if something was here, I haven't felt anything different. Did you see him, or did someone tell you? How do you know that he's here?"

[thornofcamorr]

"I saw him," snapped, "I'm not going to make a mistake about that kind of thing-"

Really agitated, and really scared, and really wanting Valen to not be there because it could be bad.

[cursed_bent]

"Couldn't it have been an illusion? There's so much magic in this place, someone could have set something up, or maybe this place did it by itself..."

[thornofcamorr]

"I'm not taking chances with your life." Not quite harshly.

[cursed_bent]

"I haven't gotten killed yet, and plenty of people have tried. I'm hard to kill. Please, just tell me where you saw him."