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DESCRIPTION: Half the time he forgets this thing even exists, or how to turn it on and off.
DESCRIPTION: The concept of a mailbox is rather foreign to Lambert, who's not exactly what you'd call big on personal correspondence. But there's a wooden crate you can probably drop shit into ???
BUG LAMBERT TO MAKE YOU SHIT: Given time and the right ingredients (which he'll usually ask people to provide) he can make potions (with potential side effects), oils, and bombs. You can bother him more about that in person.
Morning 173
If you didn't already know, Reira is missing.
I... think... you warned us to stay off the airwaves? I can't keep track.... anyway, I might have something for you about that.
[Wait for it...]
...if you want it.
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Don't waste my time. Let's hear it, and keep it to the point.
[ This is not a good morning for Lambert, but his tone is less angry and more businesslike, for once. ]
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Ha ha ha. That's a pretty incredible order, considering Lambert doesn't even know what Foster's point is.
...but for once, Foster halfway complies?]
Remember the bird?
[Of course you do.]
She still had it.
I already tried to call it back, so don't ask.
It didn't show.
But.
It's not... mmmm.
Gone.
I don't.... feel there is not a bird.
Do you understand?
[He speaks in short, chopped up sentences--he is, apparently, putting some effort into trying to be concise.
And it is, apparently, quite some effort.]
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So it's still intact. [ But it's not like it just fell off somewhere into the dirt, which would be another explanation. What can they infer from that? ]
It could have been taken from her. [ He says -- slowly this time, thinking out loud. ] But if you can't call it back, it's more likely it's being held in the same place.
[ Or close enough. But moving along: ]
What else can you feel through it?
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[Simply.]
It doesn't... I only control it. I know what's there, but only it.
[What he means is that he controls the sparrow and is aware of it if he chooses to be, but does not directly share its consciousness.
Sparrow channel is there, but there's nothing on.]
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[ Lambert pausing to rub at his temples, here. There is so much going on right now, it's stressing him the fuck out. He needs a second opinion. He needs to be anywhere but here, mostly. ]
Remind me again. [ Because he'd been mostly interested in giving Foster shit at the time, he'd only just been paying attention: ] How does your magic work? Would you just know if something happened to it, or would you have to think about it every time?
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[Foster is clutching at his own face sideways, the paw that isn't holding his radio pressed across his nose and eyes and mushrooms in some kind of thinking contortion.]
I... would know? I would know. I think.
[Even Foster realises (somewhat belatedly) that's not the most helpful response, and he launches into a... surprisingly coherent tirade?
Maybe.]
Necromancy--animating, raising--is controlled not just by magic and mechanism but by force of the will.
With a soul--raising--the bird, I was... mmm. You can have the body whether or not you bind the soul.
I did bind the soul to it, so what results is an independent will, but one still bid by my will. The soul is only momentum.
Do you understand?
It does not inhabit my mind. But my mind is part of it.
[....not like he has any mind to spare.]
So if it were to be destroyed, I should know. But if I am killed, its existence would cease.
[Just a dead bird. Possibly dead with its soul stuck to its body... it's complicated.]
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If you feel it get destroyed? Tell me.
[ He's not sure what it being destroyed would mean, but, you know ... he suspects it would be bad. ]
Can you tell where it is? Is it still in the Manor?
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[Foster actually sounds troubled--there's a pause because he's concentrating, no longer trusting his memory and so retesting the Sparrow Channel.
But it seems that this time, his memory actually served.]
No. I'm not.... I can't tell that.
[He doesn't bother to assure Lambert that he'll keep the Night Rider in the loop. Partially because he's distracted, sure, but also because, frankly, he hasn't decided whether he will or not yet.
Which is where his own angle comes in.]
.... but if you're doing something about this, I have a suggestion.
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[ He's got a feeling he doesn't like where this is going to go. ]
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[No fanfare, no introduction: to Foster, this conclusion was obvious.]
I'm expendable!
And I have a couple of mice--which I have plans for, but don't worry about that. So if I... mmm. Go missing, they can answer some of the questions the bird cannot.
All I'd have to do is leave them behind.
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[ Like, he just wants to be super clear about that. ]
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[And then he just... launches into his explanation.
Knowledge is power, right?]
Assuming I'm conscious, I can call my... mice... back. With any luck, they can lead you at least part of the way. If not, you'll know something... something more complex is going on. I'll, uh, make sure you can order them back to me too. Just in case. And if I'm dead... hahahaha!
You'll know that too.
But it's up to you.
[A small pause.]
What do you have to lose?
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[ Like, they've got a comatose human on this end, and Sans can't just teleport back. 'Something complex' is probably a given already. The question is, how can they work with that...
... But Foster said mice. ]
Would your mice trip any of the magic that locks the doors around here? Can you order them to places we can't get to?
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[There is a lengthy pause. But if Foster is disappointed--or pleased--it isn't reflected in his voice.]
...I doubt they'd trigger anything. They're just animates, not raised dead--there's not even a soul in them.
[That's the price you pay when you kill mice four days ago and carry them around in your pockets.]
I can order them anywhere I please.
[Okay, that was a little smug.]
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Good. Can you do that without leaving your room?
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[Still sounds pretty smug. Possibly smugger.
Though as far as ideas go, Lambert's is... fairly predictable and kind of boring. But not actually bad. He'd just assumed that Lambert already had someone who could do that kind of thing some other way.
The fact that he doesn't...
Well, that probably isn't Lambert's fault, so it doesn't matter. He's useful, and Lambert is making use of him.
He couldn't ask for anything more.]
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All right.
See if they can get into the basement or the kitchens tonight. Follow the servants -- they have to have a way to get in and out. If they find one, I'll have them lead one of the nightrunners.
[ If they get caught, no harm no foul, right? ]
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......I'll keep you posted.
[Don't worry. He's quite sincere.]
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