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District Alpha

The wealthiest district in Revelation.


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The Gilgamesh Estate

Loki almost kicked him in the head on his way up. Really she did. It was absurd, the way he spoke to her. Granted, she was a great deal less formal than the majority of her Parliamentary counterparts, at least when she got the choice, but she was still the daughter of the Queen, and frankly, the fact that he thought he could get away with something like that had her miffed. He seemed to know it, too, and kept well out of range of any of the pointy objects she might elect to stab him with. Wise.

She’d never admit it, but Eos amused her. She knew better than to say as much, because encouraging him would probably only make it worse. He was like a child that way. Scratch that, he was worse than a child. Most of the children she knew were very well-behaved. She rolled her eyes when he confessed to ‘only’ being able to manage a lock in thirty-four seconds and climbed in after him.

“If you’re done showing off, you can stand watch or something,” she sniped. She probably would have told him to help her go through documents, but she had gathered that all the subtle parts of being an assassin were not really his area of expertise. She could hardly consider herself surprised by this underwhelming revelation. So instead, she went through the drawers of the desk herself, pulling out papers and leafing through them, trying to find anything relevant-looking. A few trade agreements, a manifesto… hell if she wanted to read that again. Nothing illegal, just a whole lot of stupid.

Frowning, she turned her attention to the bookshelves. Most of the tomes were covered in dust; a good estimate to the time Gilgamesh spent reading decent literature. There were a few that seemed to have been more recently-disturbed though, and she went through these systematically, flipping through the pages before replacing them where she’d found them. History, strategy… she was pretty sure this one was a romance novel? She gave the volume a quizzical look that might have been comical and shoved it back onto the shelf. Who on earth read those anyway?

She was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and glanced over Eos’s shoulder to see Seth Gilgamesh entering, pile of documents in-hand. “Don’t kill him,” she said quickly. He might very well have information they needed, and she was not above extracting it with less-savory methods. Whether she agreed with Minerva or not, the Queen was still her mother, and that was not a tie easily-broken in a world where lineage meant more than most things, especially within the upper echelons.

The words seemed to startle the man, and he peered around from behind the tower of parchments, promptly dropping all of them. “You-” this was directed at Eos, and the man’s face set itself into a snarl. Against his own better judgment, the man took a swing at the assassin, aiming for his jaw. While not by any means a pushover, Seth did not have much in the way of combat expertise, and really, he was expecting to miss.

“Seth!” the voice was a hiss, and belonged clearly to the woman standing behind the assassin. Probably another one, if the mask was anything to go by. “Calm down, you fool! If you alert your father, I will let him kill you.” The words stopped him short. Clearly, this woman knew something, and he found himself scrutinizing her face. Recognition was beyond him, though, at least until she removed the mask.

“Your Highness?” he managed, his tone weary disbelief, as though he were by this point so used to being surprised that it had nearly not as much effect anymore. “What are you- oh.” He was not a stupid man, and he had heard about the events in Parliament a few days before. He could guess what the Princess was doing here, but why bother carrying out this sort of thing personally?

Wait. His curiosity was not the important bit here. Because he did have ample reason to be angry at the assassin. “I want an explanation, now. My father figured out about my stepmother’s little meeting with the assassins, and now she’s missing. Unless you want me to alert every damn guard I’ve got, you will tell me what’s going on here.”

Loki sighed. To think she had been considering marrying this man to get his father to ease up. Good thing her mother had talked her out of that one; she probably would have murdered him by now. “You really think you’re in a position to be making demands?” she pointed to Eos. “That man could have killed you at any point from the time the door opened until now, and you wouldn’t have had time to alert anyone.” Of course, to do so would cast suspicion in all the wrong- or rather correct, but inconvenient, places. That was something she didn’t need, but she found it hard to resist the urge to make clear just who was in charge here.

“If Lady Imogene has disappeared, then you should know that he’s responsible for more than that. What makes you think a man willing to have his own wife kidnapped or killed wouldn’t do the same to others? We’re looking for proof of that- plain and simple. You can help us or you can hinder us, but we will have it.” She watched, hawk-eyed, as he mulled the decision over, then nodded slowly.

“You’re looking in the wrong place, for a start. My father doesn’t keep any of the important documents in his study… they’re all in mine.” His voice was heavy, laden with something that sounded suspiciously like guilt.

She was all over that in an instant. “You knew? You had even the faintest inclination what he was doing, what he was going to do, and you did nothing to stop it?” her voice was low, syllables enunciated with extreme clarity, and Loki had to bodily resist the urge to scare the wits out of him with one of her knives. How many tragedies could have been prevented if this man had just an iota of courage? But alas, he was as yellow as a canary in a coal mine, and half as useful. Her upper lip curled with distaste, but she abruptly smoothed out her features, dropping the irritation from her mannerism entirely. What was done was done, and however despicable he was for watching it happen, he was their best chance at what they wanted.

“Take us there. Now, if you please.” Her tone brooked no argument, and he opened the door with a nod, leading the pair out into the hall and down a winding staircase. On the first floor, he stopped them outside an office, ducked inside, and returned with a carefully-bundled sheaf of documents.

“This contains everything you need to know. If you want to know the whole truth of it, though… do what I never could, and venture down into the cellars.” He gave the two a meaningful look, and Loki nodded nearly imperceptibly, slipping behind him and binding his wrists with the rope they’d used to get in here. “Might as well make it look realistic,” he commented, and she stilled for a moment.

“Indeed,” was her only verbal reply, or at least the only one he’d hear before she smashed the pommel of a knife into the back of his head. If his father found him like this, he need only claim it was common robbery. Even if Gilgamesh saw through it, which he would, his own pride would keep him from talking. His best bet was going to be to claim that these documents were false, and that was why she took the hint and headed for the cellars, pulling the mask back up over her face, just in time to round a corner and come face-to-face with ten or so guards.

Smirking under her mask, she turned to Eos. “Age before beauty,” she said, gesturing with a flourish for him to precede her into the fray.

District Delta

Ishtar couldn’t help the wry smile that twisted her lips. It amused her on some level to watch the poor thing twist and fidget, at least until she remembered that they really were dealing with weightier matters than any of them would have full knowledge of. Unlike her husband, Ishtar would readily admit that not all of the specifics were hers, and that it was highly possible that there were important things she didn’t know.

Which was why, when Pandora Elling lied to her, she did not mind so much. The young woman was a truly earnest soul, she could discern that much, and somehow, the fact that she was so unused to telling lies made the fact that she was trying to deceive Ishtar all the more bearable.

Her young friend, on the other hand, seemed to be much more used to it. She had missed the surreptitious examination of the seat cushion, but not of the tea, and her suspicions automatically caused her to suppose that she must be of the assassin variety. Both, she guessed, were mixing truth with lies, though what was what was harder to tell in Victoria’s case than in Pandora’s. Taking a breath, Ishtar figured she may as well take this as an opportunity. “I hope that if I tell you I caught your falsehood, you will not continue to lie,” she said casually, leaning backwards slightly whilst stirring a lump of sugar into her tea. “Do not fear my knowing- I have no intention of giving up your secrets. At least, not if you would be willing to answer a few questions for me.” She fixed each of the younger women with a pointed look. “I would not ask for such things without offering something in return, of course. So I propose this: tell me what you are really doing here, and I will show you something that not even Amon Gregory knows about. Something important.” As if to stave off any disbelieving looks, she continued before giving them a chance to respond. “I know why David Gilgamesh makes people disappear. It isn’t as simple as you think.”

Ah, Gilgamesh. Now there was a man with a loose tongue. Before Farah had died, she’d been a favorite of his, and of course Ishtar’s daughters all reported these little tidbits to her. Now that the woman was deceased, it was harder to get things out of him, but not impossible. Some of the girls were wilier than assassins that way. She allowed the implications of her words to sink in, then regarded the two through half-lidded eyes.

“I want to know who set you upon this task, what it is, and why. Leave nothing out, please. I’ve been at this too long to be fooled quite so easily as Aram. Sigrun, dear, please go clean up the kitchen for me, would you?” The little girl nodded solemnly and slid off Victoria’s chair, waving goodbye to the apprentice doctor and the mage before heading on her merry little way.

District Alpha- Lord Chandler's Estate

Chandler sighed heavily. “What do you want me to tell you, Lord Taylor? A week after I found that letter was the confirmation vote on the Princess’s bid for Parliament. I voted for it and Gilgamesh against. Not less than three days afterwards, one of the maids went to wake my son for the morning, and found him gone, without so much as a trace. I’ve never been told where he’s being kept. I don’t even know if he’s still alive. I just… have to hope that he is.

Would that I could tell you more, but alas, I am in the dark.” He spread his arms, palms facing upwards in a helpless gesture that he had found himself making all too often. It hurt, to think about it for any period of time. Not even in his sleep was he free of the thoughts of what he could have, should have done to protect his child.

“You have a son, don’t you, Lord Taylor? I advise you to watch him closely. Gilgamesh is… the only thing that keeps me from trying to depose that man myself is the thought that my son could be alive somewhere even now.” Acting against the man now would surely mean his death, loath as he was to even consider the possibility. His hands were bound more effectively than any sort of rope could do, his shoulders heavy with weary resignation. “I am an old man; I had nothing to live for but my boy, and now I can only live because I tell myself he does too.”

District Beta- Sewers

As they progressed further down the sewers, the way lit only by Amon’s wand and the scant illumination that spread from the Mana crystals embedded on Giacomo’s face, there really didn’t appear to be all that much to see. It was dank, odorous, and fetid as one would expect a sewer to be, but there was nothing unusual about it. Granted, there need be nothing extraordinary about a mere passage from one end of the city to the center, but something about the whole situation smacked of a bigger problem than that to Amon, and he was not one to easily abandon his instincts.

Which was why, when he noticed the seam in the sewer wall, some small part of him twinged with satisfaction. There was certainly something suspicious about that, and he ran gloved hands along the impression, searching for any structural infirmities. Placing the illumination wand between his teeth, Amon withdrew the blasting wand again and gestured for the other two men to stand back. Without explaining any further, he made the requisite intricate pattern for activation, and took a few steps back as the thin wall crumbled to rubble in front of him. Stowing the metal rod, now devoid of all charge, he took up the light again and stepped through the hole that had been created.

Immediately, some changes were evident. The room was small, and smelled thickly of copper and iron- blood. It was rather comparatively dry, and there did not appear to be any standing or flowing water around. Upon further examination, Amon expressed the first visible surprise he had known in years- and rightly so.

At the center of the room, an odd circle was chiseled into the stone, with several patterns in it. A diamond, an ellipse… the mark seemed vaguely familiar, though he knew not why. The walls were covered in smears of blood, parallel lines for the most part, an uncanny number of them occurring in groups of five, as though something- someone had clawed at the stone with bleeding fingers. The lines grew increasingly feeble and wavering as they trailed into drag marks upon the floor, and the center of the circle was a mass of sticky reddish fluid. Adjusting, his olfactory faculties informed him that not only did the place reek of blood, but also of urine.

Stoically sweeping his eyes over the scene, his gaze fell upon a small table in one corner of the room. A single parchment lay atop it, the corner emblazoned with the same symbol in miniature. The rest was what appeared to be a map of the underground sewer system, with several points marked upon it. Amon spent a few minutes studying this, and his eyes narrowed sharply as he came to some form of realization. “Gentlemen… take a look at this and tell me what you see.”

If they saw it as he did, they would note that the points roughly formed two concentric circles, one around the perimeter of Gamma and another situated at the outer edge of District Beta. He did not know precisely what they indicated, but he had a suspicion, and he did not like it in the least.