IC CONTACT

[primianpolarity]

Anyone attempting to get in direct contact with Prima will more than likely be using his Acolyte to request it. A slim drone as silver as its master, it moves with a purposeful bearing and seems to always be attending some job or another, but it seems willing enough to spare a few moments.


Feel free to RP out the contact, or to simply give a summary.

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~~Just wait 'til the public executions~~

[songofmypeople]

[A vague gesture that somehow appears grandiose, even though Tarn has the impression such things are wasted on these creatures]

This place is full of light. Surely it would be an easy thing to find someway to contain a small portion of it -- as a memento in remembrance for those who are no longer with us. I need to know where I might find something suitable to honour someone worthy of a great respect.

That's the message.

[He wants a piece of whatever it is that lights the Haven, something which is distinctly closer to his grasp in this temple.]

WHUPS WRONG GUY

[primianpolarity]

A piece of light...

[the Acolyte considers for a moment, then nods, making to move off.]

I will speak with him, and find you when I have his reply.

[that 'find you' will happen later - a good few hours later. but wherever Tarn is, there will be an Acolyte approaching him, a dark box in its arms]

[songofmypeople]

That would do, [Tarn agrees. He'd settle for anything with the same symbolic value, but really, he's more curious what (if anything) he'll get.]

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[As for later: Tarn will be found in a bright courtyard-like place, sharpening pieces of metal while listening to some relaxing music.]

Oh? [he asks, when he notices the drone.]

For me?

[primianpolarity]

For you.

[once it's close enough, the Acolyte opens up the box in presentation; inside are a number of small crystals, each emitting a soft glow of light.

sizewise, they're about equal to a segment of one of Tarn's fingers.]

Prima bids these be treated with care. They are fragile, and will not endure much rough handling.

[songofmypeople]

I'm not without a soft touch when the situation calls for it.

[The metal pieces are put down as Tarn reaches over to take the box.]

Tell him these have been received.

[primianpolarity]

[the box is surrendered, the Acolyte nodding]

He will know. May they be of use to you.

[and with that, unless Tarn has anything else for it, it'll turn to go]

[songofmypeople]

[Tarn has what he needs.
They part ways.
Awesomely.]