Do not fear for my reason, there's nothing to hide

[curzed]

Who:Konrad, Roboute, Sanguinius, Magnus
What: A smol discussion.
When: Right Now
Where: Garden; very late night
Content warnings: Warhammer Grimdark is always a risk.



The Night Lords, and Konrad himself, are singularly unsuited to intelligence gathering. That's the task of Alpharius and his copy-pasted sons, not the legion of terror; given the opportunity to ask questions of one of the assistant librarians, there were many things he COULD have asked and simply didn't think to.

But the information he had been given is still worth disseminating, and after being warned twice about writing any of it down, he's not going to.

He did however write out invitations to his brothers, because then he doesn't have to try to round them all up AND it gave him something to do. For a short while. Leaving construction paper bats for them to find (by name - no mistaking who it's for this time!) with an approximate very late night/extremely early morning time most normal mortals will NOT be awake for when to turn up, and where.

The only place that gets reasonably dark these days is the garden, moonball aside. Which at least is warned about thanks to Roboute's accidentally figuring out exactly what was causing that truth compulsion.

And so he waits for most of the evening, having swiped a whole lot of items from that arts and crafts room to keep working on his cards one by one, using a series of equally swiped teeshirts as a tent strung between fruit trees to keep the glare of the hovering moon from interrupting too much with its annoying brightness. As he's the only one currently in the garden, it's going to stay where it is, and the rest of them don't have to worry about that particular torment.

It's almost peaceful.

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[logosmaxima]

It is almost peaceful, this ragged -- from a Prosperan eye -- little garden lit by the light of a single too-close moon. Magnus is loathe to disturb that peace, which is why -- when he finds himself arriving first in response to Konrad's oddly charming invitation that Magnus is definitely keeping -- the crimson cyclops simply finds himself a place to sit crosslegged and close his eye in quiet meditation.

Should Konrad choose to speak first, he'd certainly respond. But after their last -- encounter -- it seems wise to present a peaceful face this time.

Peaceful, if one discounts the continued floating cloud of glitter that weaves slowly around Magnus in esoteric patterns. That might be construed as an act of war to certain persons, but he is politely keeping the cloud's radius quite small.

[guilliman]

Roboute has already had one unpleasant experience in this room. But, apparently, he's also a sucker.

He's preceded by his servo-skull, the dear thing puttering in, eyes aglow. It turns its gaze to Konrad's tent, and then to Magnus, glittering and glistening -- and then, satisfied that he won't be dealing with Konrad alone again, Roboute slips in, expression tight, guarded.

[curzed]

Magnus is pointedly ignored for a while, because he can, and because he's going to be resentful for a while yet, glancing up briefly from his work on cards to take note of where Magnus chooses to settle himself and frown at the glittering ring of ... glitter.

It's like having a tangible sparkly threat, right there. Waiting.

The arrival of the servo-skull before Roboute himself is probably perfectly sensible given how the last round went, but the moon remains contentedly settled directly over the teeshirt-tent, not as obnoxious as sunlight but bad enough. "When .. and if Sanguinius arrives, there are certain things about our situation that need to be passed along. As I don't intend to repeat myself.."

He gestures a bit with the marker in-hand. It smells like grape even from a distance. "We will have to bide our time til then." Or until a reasonable amount of time has passed.

Roboute might recognize some of the shirts making up his tent.