un: antigoneiguess | audio

[rudelanguage]

Yeah, yeahyeahyeahyeah, lemme. Lemme do it. Hhh.

[Antigone's somewhat nasally, cynical voice is back, hi.

she clears her throat.]

'Kay. I'm not talkin' to whoever's out there that already knows how annoying dealing with Fae sorts is. Everyone else? I'm doin' this to be nice. And helpful. [and on the goddamn record so no one can ever accuse Knife of not trying maybe once.

so she will spell this out slowly for ya's:] Do. Not. Give. Out. Your. Real. Name. Make a new one. Use that one. Make everyone else use it.

Got it? Get it? Good.

Don't say you weren't warned.

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[rudelanguage]

Okay, then use your not-baby brain to think about how not helpful a strong, fast, flying dog is when you're trying to be sneaky and stealthy. In enemy territory.

[solarson]

Or he could be real helpful if something goes bad. He could even search out the missing people we need to find.

[rudelanguage]

Only assuming natural fae denizens won't immediately go oh wow, what's this weird creature! and then the jig is already up!

[solarson]

That's why we put him in a disguise. Duh.

[rudelanguage]

[just the quietest:] Fuckin'-- [LOUD SIGH.] That is really stupid and dumb and you'll do it anyway because what does my input matter anyway! Knock yourself out, guy!

[solarson]

Think about it. He's got super sniffing and he could maybe sniff out anyone who's not Fae there. I also have my spyglass, too. I think it could work.

[rudelanguage]

What the hell does your damn dog know what the others even smwait, spyglass? Explain.

[solarson]

I got it before the last mission we went on. It can see through illusions and I used it when we were trapped in that fog. So if glamours are a sort of illusion, it stands to reason that the spyglass will work on this mission, too.

[rudelanguage]

....................................................

[This imp has a hexed glass like the planchette?!

Knife can't tell if they should be fuckin' relieved someone else can do the thing they can do or pissed their singular niche is being copped.]


...Bring the glass, ditch the dog.

[solarson]

He's family. You don't ditch family.

[rudelanguage]

[acidly:] You also don't throw your family into the maw of the goddamned fae, but what do I know!

[solarson]

We're already getting thrown into it whether we like it or not. Just like with the fog. The more prepared we are, the better.

[rudelanguage]

Okayokayokaycoolcoolcool you can shut up and leave me alone if all my advice is pointless! Bye! BYE!!!

[solarson]

( holy cow. )

Are you ok over there?

[rudelanguage]

[wh--] What? What? Why? Don't you got a dog to dress up?

[solarson]

I mean, I don't have to right now and you sound like you're stressed or something.

[rudelanguage]

[stressedlaugh.wav] Whaaaaha-ha-haaat? What makes you think that!

[solarson]

Do you want to help me come up with a disguise?

[rudelanguage]

...

[Has this little fucker been spying on me. Magic-spying planchette, clothing alterations... Is this whole babyvoice a ruse? Am I being fucked with? I'm being fucked with.]

For...for the dog.

[solarson]

You can meet him, too.

[rudelanguage]

I don't want to meet the dog. It will probably try to eat me.

[solarson]

Why would he do that? He might want to play with you though.

( to which he chuckles a little. )

[rudelanguage]

Because I am small and prey-shaped and dogs eat meat.

[solarson]

Wait. How small are you?

( usually everyone's taller than him! well. except damian, heh. )

[rudelanguage]

Small enough to know better.