may mingle (blameless!)

[revivo]

Who: Blameless crew + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Blameless
When: May

[time to get your mingle on, people lacking blame and friends!]

Comments

[c0nsequences]

Quite.

[No. Not really. But he's not really up for small talk. Unfortunately, that seems to be the only distraction available to him, as no interesting transmissions are inbound.]

[precedented]

Very busy, from the sounds of things. Everyone is running amok from the thought of you.

[ He tilts his head with a mysterious smile. ]

Not quite the trademark of an assassin.

[c0nsequences]

And what would you know of that?

[He wants to put proper fear in the Tenno. Turning his crewmates against him should have done the trick. Unfortunately, it seems not to be working.]

[precedented]

I have some experience with assassins. They do try to kill me on a regular basis.

[ He surveys the Stalker. ] But your actions are more personal. The man has more of a foothold here than you have now. How do you plan on succeeding when the world is against you?

[c0nsequences]

The world would not side with him if they knew him as I did.

[precedented]

The world isn't fair.

[ And that's kind of hilarious, but Leto is kind enough not to laugh. ]

When it comes to a shared history, he has more of it than you do here.

[c0nsequences]

I have noticed.

I will simply have to change tactics.

[precedented]

To what, precisely?

[c0nsequences]

[That's what he's trying to figure out. He needs to expand his arsenal. Where is Dread when he needs it? The Stalker leans back from the console in thought and doesn't answer.]

[precedented]

[ This was oddly endearing. ]

Perhaps before you begin your objective, you need to begin a new mission.

[c0nsequences]

A new mission?

Are you proposing one?

[precedented]

I am. It might be easier to put off your main one until something gives way.

[c0nsequences]

What do you have in mind?

[precedented]

Acclimatize yourself for now. An assassin who cannot blend is of little use to me or anyone else. Once you accomplish that, we shall see how to proceed on your mission.

[ He raises his eyebrow, daring. ] I assume this is feasible for you?

[c0nsequences]

Simple.

I will be in contact.

[precedented]

[ Leto grins, full of teeth and amusement. ]

I am known as Leto. And yourself?

[c0nsequences]

I have no name. I have been called the Stalker.

[precedented]

Perhaps you should have one. I find names have power. They change the way we see each other. Your current name inspires fear and doubt, and that won't do for your mission.

[ He comes closer, surveying him politely. There's a hint of energy, of pleasure that Leto is getting. He enjoys this, this kind of connection that he can forge. No complications. His eyes twinkle. ]

How does Almirez sound?

[c0nsequences]

[This man is...giving him a name? The Stalker isn't sure what to say.]

What does it mean?

[precedented]

New sand. New beginnings. We often christen a home with a sweep of the sands. Brush away the old, bring in the new.

A start is always fragile, delicate. But bold . . . inventive.

[c0nsequences]

[It will suffice. How long has it been since he had a name?]

It fits. Thank you.

[precedented]

You're welcome. Contact me should you require aid. You are under my protection.

[c0nsequences]

I don't need protection.

[precedented]

[ He tilts his head. ]

What do you need then?

[c0nsequences]

Time.

[And to figure out what powers he still has without his weapons.]