June 18, 2004

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Trump Call...

To the image of Dai, Yosannah gets right to the point, "Dai. Where are you?"

The image of Dai is sitting on a blanket near a campfire. "Godswalk at the moment. Why what's up?"

To the image of Dai, Yosannah says "Ryker," she intones, "I haven't been able to reach him. His trumps..." Though she does not speak through the contact, her expression wears worry, "There's talk here in Begma that he's left you in charge. What's going on?""

The image of Dai frowns. "Son of a bitch. Hell if I know. This is the first I've heard of it." He massages the bridge of his nose. "He didn't leave any note or anything about where he was going or anything?"

To the image of Dai, Yosannah shakes her head, "Dai, his trump... it's warm." Is that panic in her eyes?

The image of Dai blinks. "That's not good." He thinks quickly. "Can you think of any reason he would have for going undercover? Something that would require him to be shifted by another?" He obviously does not want to think about the alternative.

To the image of Dai, Yosannah says "There are a million and one reasons he might. But nothing new, nothing so dangerous that..." She shakes her head, "Dai, I'm at the Begma Palace. Word is that you're wanted by the council. They want to talk with you."

The image of Dai looks over his shoulder and says something to someone. He speaks with the person for a moment or two.

To the image of Dai, Yosannah's brow forrows as the contact dims slightly while he talks with another. She waits, impatient.

The image of Dai continues talking to what appears to be a ten year old boy with red hair.

The image of Dai thinks through the trump contact, "Sorry Yo. I'm going to be coming through in a moment. Just need to make sure my cousin will be fine."

To the image of Dai, Yosannah's jaw works and she nods.

The image of Dai takes a trump out of his pocket and sets it down on the ground, obviously meant for the kid. He then turns around and reaches. "Pull me through."

To the image of Dai, Yosannah Extends a hand...

 

Begman Governmental Palace...

Dai arrives in an alcove just off the main hallway of the Begma Palace.

Dai looks around, his face expressionless. "Are any of them around?"

Yosannah crosses her arms over her chest and whispers, "I don't know. I'm not involved in the politics here. When I got her I spoke with an aide and asked if there were any word on Ryker. That I had important matters to discuss with him. He said that the general was not available. He asked who I was. I told him that Ryker was a friend." She shrugs her shoulders, "What else was I to say?"

Dai grunts and pulls out a pack of du Maurier cigarettes. "Well you are. And they wouldn't have understood the rest of it. Either that or they would have understood it and freaked out. How long has he been missing?" He lights a cigarette, slips the pack back into his pocket, and then pulls out his trump deck. "And how long has his trump been warm?"

Yosannah sighs and lets her gaze drift across the main hall, "... since late yesterday."

Dai finds Ryker's trump, pulls it out, and pockets the rest of the deck. He too speaks in quiet tones and when your gaze drifts, Dai's eyes automatically shift in that direction to see what is the subject of observation. "So there are two possibilities for a trump going warm like this. One, someone got to him and he's dead. If that is the case, I would suggest that you and the others lay low until we know who. Two, he had his aura shifted and is still alive. Three, he is dead but of natural causes. Which of those three seems most likely to you?"

Yosannah swallows, "Or he's uncounscious and hurt..."

Dai tilts his head. "Would that be enough to cause the trumps to go warm? If so, then we need a Logrus Master. Fast."

"It depends. I was going to try and reach Lisle after I talked with you. She has much the same ability to search through shadow as a Logrus Master. But you're right, if that doesn't work, he could be..." She won't say the words, "Or his mind has been shifted."

Dai hmmms. "That's true. Aside from contacts with powerful people, I have no way to find himself other than looking with my own eyes. I'm trying to think who best to ask for assistance. I would ask Zeta, but she's a little angry at me right now I believe."

Yosannah shakes her head, "No, I don't like that woman. I don't trust her."

Dai tilts his head. "Okay. Nightingale could help I suppose although I truly do not trust her or her political friends when it comes to matters concerning you and the others Yo. How about my uncle Matthew?"

Yosannah bites at her lower lip and considers, "Matthew. Perhaps. If you trust him."

Dai nods. "I do to a certain extent. He is the one I had check out those Shadowblocks to Erotic City back when Spade was gunning for the Four. Not sure who else to ask. Sure as hell not asking Magnus," he says with a half smile.

A smile peeks out from her lips for the first time and her gaze lowers to the floor. AFter a quiet moment she suggests, "I'm gonna check out some of his other haunts. There's a place or two I have in mind right away. Maybe you should talk with the counsel. See what you can see about what he told them."

Dai nods and slips the trump away. "I'll do that. I'll most likely be calling you later tonight to talk to about this further. I imagine that Famine and Death need to be told about this as well. Last time I saw Death was in Gaslight if you do not have a trump."

Yosannah nods, pragmatic, "Of course I have a trump. Contact me right away if you hear something." With that, her gaze goes distant and her form begins to shimmer as she steps away...