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Greater Angelus wrote:

Kharzal: [Once again, she gazes in genuine admiration at King Crimson Requiem, pondering for a moment, before speaking] From what I've gathered, Amatheia attempted to murder Sephynne, after which she impersonated her Foreign Minister, Lorenne Saveth. She was almost successful in starting a war with Lorenial before it was revealed...Sephynne was not dead in the first place. I'm not sure how this happened - Amatheia enjoys the act of killing too much to not ensure Sephynne's death. There must be unknown factors at play here. [She pauses] I would like to know your ideas, Dear Vitale. As for who Amatheia is in contact with...that would be everyone, as required of her position as Mother's Mouth.

But if we look at who else would've been crucial for her plan to start an intersystem war...and who immediately agreed to mobilize forces on her behalf... [A smile of realization crosses her face] Defense Minister Mikolan Ondine. He rose through the ranks of the Political Police, more than once using his power to simply jail people he didn't like. It's said he was appointed to Sephynne's government only because he has so much dirt on everyone else. Someone who, in Amatheia's eyes, would be perfect. [Kharzal crosses over to the cabinets again, this time opening a lower drawer filled with seemingly unrelated paraphernalia. She shifts a few things, looking intently, before procuring a small badge and bringing it over to Sarakkha] An award from his days in the Political Police. Left it behind when he ran for Council. Probably a bad look in a popular election.

[Sarakkha takes several deep, shuddering sniffs at the badge, then turns her death mask towards the exit of Sone Tal Shrine, growling softly. Kharzal admiringly strokes her charge's back]

Excellent. [Turning to Vitale] Let's hear your ideas. I sure hope it involves hunting. Sarakkha is excited now...

Vitale smirks as he looks at Kharzal. Requiem appears behind Vitale again, with its disturbed breathing echoing throughout the room. A small whooshing sound can be heard as it walks around. While it does, Vitale continues with this new information.

“This Mikolan Ondine…he would perfect for someone with ulterior motives to copy. I would likely pick him as well. But we can never be too sure. For all we know, Amatheia could be using this as a red herring. Do we have any idea of his, well, let’s just say place of existence. This Ondine is an excellent example of why I have little desire to consider politicians as human beings. They’re sociopaths the masses choose because they have no will. But if Sephynne is alive…this complicates matters. I suppose she can extend her own life’s existence. I’m sure she’d appreciate the removal of this…blight. If need be, they will stand by Sarakkha.”

Vitale nods his head, affirming Ondine as a target. His smirk widens as King Crimson Requiem walks next to him. As Vitale turns to the left, he looks at his hair flowing. It shows him an image of a man in fear and cowering away. It continues with the man begging for his life in front of Sarakkha, until he starts falling apart. As he looks back towards Kharzal, he laughs dryly.

“Yes, it appears as if we might have found our…complication. A brutal one, at that. But yes, let us hunt this Ondine down.”