Thieves

[beshackled]

Sender: Erichthonios
To: Everyone
Subject: Avaricious harriers

Pray tell, has anyone else been having trouble with small creatures attempting to make off with your belongings?

They are getting to be remarkably b----

[The b terminates in a long, curved line, as though the writer was startled in the middle of writing.

Sometime later...]

brazen.

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[beshackled]

[That... sounds like it could cause trouble, if not a great amount of harm in uncareful hands. The next is hastily written, as he is already rising from his seat.]

We must find it quickly.

[queenofkur]

I have lost sight of the thief. However, please do not worry. The lock should hold.

My cages are designed to hold the souls of the dead. I have designed multiple security measures to prevent unwanted intrusion from the inside or outside. Likewise the cages are very resistant, as their integrity is fundamental of the stored souls. The stolen cage shared the same design even if used for a different purpose.

[beshackled]

[There is a considerable pause as he reads over the words. Part of him still wants to go out and find the missing cage, but... the assertion is at least somewhat of a relief.]

If you are certain. However, I pray that you will at least report it missing so that if someone recovers it they know to whom it belongs.

[queenofkur]

Of course. I do not plan to give up the search.

Ah, but pray forgive my manners. I am Ereshkigal, Queen of Kûr and Goddess of Death.

[ What do you mean they already spoke? S-She had been very obviously anonymous! Totally so!! ]

[beshackled]

'Tis good to finally be given a name to match with your kind words.

[Although he had seen the bit during her 'anonymous' adventures, a proper introduction holds much more meaning.]

I am Erichthonios, a warder of Pandæmonium. If I may ask, what form of address do you prefer others to use when speaking towards you?

[queenofkur]

Simply Ereshkigal will do. I am not, after all, capable of conducting my duties in a realm where death does not exist.

I must confess to something quite shameful.

We once spoke before, while I was under the cover of anonymity. I am however happy to finally be able to reveal who I am.

[beshackled]

I must confess, I had guessed that you were she. Though 'tis not impossible that one may attempt writing in another's journal, few here write with such an eloquent manner as you do.

Still, I am glad you have allowed me the honor of knowing your name.

[queenofkur]

Ah. I must thank you for the compliment.

Hopefully someday we shall meet in person.

As may have been evident from our previous discussion, I am not very good in social situations. However, I am ever striving to improve.

[beshackled]

Mayhap a more relaxed or quiet environment would be to your liking? I imagine there must be some place here more suited to one averse to extensive social interaction.

[queenofkur]

I have been searching for such places.

But social interactions appear to follow wherever I go.

So far, the gardens at nighttime are the best I found.

[beshackled]

That sounds a nice place. I am accustomed to darker conditions, so I do not mind meeting in the nighttime in the least.

[queenofkur]

Perhaps we could meet there then...

It does sound like your own occupation leads you to spend time in dark and lonely places.

[beshackled]

'Tis true. The halls of Pandæmonium are on the dreary side. A proper garden would be a nice change, I think.

When would you like to meet?

[queenofkur]

[ ... ... ... ... ... ... ... S-She can't back down now, can she? She has to be brave. She can do it! ]

At your earliest convenience.

I am, after all, without a job in this deathless world.

[beshackled]

Tonight, then. Let us see what is in bloom.

[queenofkur]

[ T-T-Tonight? W-What has she gotten herself into? ]

Alright! I can't wait! (^_^)

[beshackled]

[A garden stroll with a nerd who is going to ramble about the characteristics about whatever they find. That's what she's gotten herself into.]

I shall await you at the entrance.

[queenofkur]

[ Sniff...! She has no choice... But he sounds nice! Maybe it will go well. She just needs to be strong. Small talk is nothing to be afraid of, after all. If even Dumuzid can engage in small talk, so can she!

So she heads there and tries to look strong. She looks left... She looks right... S-She's at the right location, right? ]