Bless Me, Soahc, For I Have Sinned|Malagard | Khel
Jan 3, 2012 5:31:54 GMT -5
Post by Darastrix on Jan 3, 2012 5:31:54 GMT -5
Despite his remarks about how much work he did at the behest of Lucifer for his own purposes or for the United Naruta nations, Schuldig didn't actually mind. It was sometimes taxing, occasionally confounding, and frequently interesting. Though, he would admit that some things were more interesting in retrospect than when he was actually involved. The faerie fiasco, for instance.
This, however, was bordering on tedious. There was a lack of minds in Morilanta with which he was familiar. The ones he could recall, he wasn't sure he wanted to know their condition, and if they remembered him, depending on their station, that could cause some trouble.
Slaves were the easiest. Not quite so good for national information, but it was a place to start. If he'd been in Lucifer's household in Morilanta, he'd be picking up gems of information about House alliances and rivalries and dropping them here and there for others to find and make use of. ...well, why not? As long as he was there, so to speak, might as well get some fun out of it.
Maybe he could plant a few suspicions about Fireteeth among the populace, get the nobles worried that this alliance was moving toward some Saul doing some housecleaning, booting out the current nobility to elevate some of his pirate friends to further cement relations. Hell, if any noble houses were on the Emperor's shit list, it wouldn't surprise him if something like that was in the works for real.
He could make it seem like an honour, Schuldig mused. Hand-select "worthy" nobles to take their titles to Grandisle and be a shining example of Morilantan high life, and make room for Fireteeth nobles. Then the ones he didn't like would conveniently die on the voyage over.
Let's crank the rumour mill, shall we?
Drunken, half-sleeping minds were best. They couldn't tell whether the thought came from without or within; they were just sure they'd heard it somewhere, and if people from different areas started coming to the same conclusion, well, it must have a grain of truth somewhere, right? After a bit of thought, he added a second idea, that someone had heard the pirates might not be as trusted as they'd once thought, and that there was talk of Morilanta hedging their bets with the thieves instead. Wouldn't it be nice if that got back to the pirates? It might come to nothing, or he might be sowing the seeds of chaos. Some part of him, the part that had reveled in inciting that riot in Old Morilanta, fairly purred at the latter possibility.
Temporarily distracted from his original intent, he spent a good two marks on his impromptu pet project, ending when he thought he'd found a likely mind to weasel into later for the information he sought: a servant to a middle House who had his own plans for advancement. Clever, but a bit too greedy. He'd fall easily to someone playing the part of potential benefactor.
Task done for the day, Schuldig broke sign contact and stretched, enjoying the faint tingle from his elemental exertions. He'd been joking before, but wouldn't it be funny as hell if HE gained a third sign? The reactions alone would be priceless.
Laughing to himself, Schuldig grabbed a glass of wine and plopped down on his couch. Fuck, that had been the best tiring-slash-exhilarating thing he'd done in a while outside of, you know, fucking. "Mm. Fuck me," Schuldig muttered before taking a swig from his glass.
This, however, was bordering on tedious. There was a lack of minds in Morilanta with which he was familiar. The ones he could recall, he wasn't sure he wanted to know their condition, and if they remembered him, depending on their station, that could cause some trouble.
Slaves were the easiest. Not quite so good for national information, but it was a place to start. If he'd been in Lucifer's household in Morilanta, he'd be picking up gems of information about House alliances and rivalries and dropping them here and there for others to find and make use of. ...well, why not? As long as he was there, so to speak, might as well get some fun out of it.
Maybe he could plant a few suspicions about Fireteeth among the populace, get the nobles worried that this alliance was moving toward some Saul doing some housecleaning, booting out the current nobility to elevate some of his pirate friends to further cement relations. Hell, if any noble houses were on the Emperor's shit list, it wouldn't surprise him if something like that was in the works for real.
He could make it seem like an honour, Schuldig mused. Hand-select "worthy" nobles to take their titles to Grandisle and be a shining example of Morilantan high life, and make room for Fireteeth nobles. Then the ones he didn't like would conveniently die on the voyage over.
Let's crank the rumour mill, shall we?
Drunken, half-sleeping minds were best. They couldn't tell whether the thought came from without or within; they were just sure they'd heard it somewhere, and if people from different areas started coming to the same conclusion, well, it must have a grain of truth somewhere, right? After a bit of thought, he added a second idea, that someone had heard the pirates might not be as trusted as they'd once thought, and that there was talk of Morilanta hedging their bets with the thieves instead. Wouldn't it be nice if that got back to the pirates? It might come to nothing, or he might be sowing the seeds of chaos. Some part of him, the part that had reveled in inciting that riot in Old Morilanta, fairly purred at the latter possibility.
Temporarily distracted from his original intent, he spent a good two marks on his impromptu pet project, ending when he thought he'd found a likely mind to weasel into later for the information he sought: a servant to a middle House who had his own plans for advancement. Clever, but a bit too greedy. He'd fall easily to someone playing the part of potential benefactor.
Task done for the day, Schuldig broke sign contact and stretched, enjoying the faint tingle from his elemental exertions. He'd been joking before, but wouldn't it be funny as hell if HE gained a third sign? The reactions alone would be priceless.
Laughing to himself, Schuldig grabbed a glass of wine and plopped down on his couch. Fuck, that had been the best tiring-slash-exhilarating thing he'd done in a while outside of, you know, fucking. "Mm. Fuck me," Schuldig muttered before taking a swig from his glass.