[Action in Figaro/DELIVERY FOR VANILLE]

[paintbrushes]

[Since seeing Alexander, Relm's gained a great appreciation for architecture. Which her actual studies are still in a pitiful state, the servants have been whipering about how much she's been taking great care to examine every corner of Figaro Castle, studying the brickwork and the mechanisms and how it would all fit together when diving.

And, for the most part, it is a genuine interest. It just happens to have the side-effect of learning how to use the places where parts of the castle would be moving if it were preparing for a dive as secret passages. If the castle actually dived when she was in there she'd be crushed alive. But it's not diving right now.

If you happen to be wandering Figaro castle at night, you might just hear a muffled metallic banging and scraping from nearby. Investigate?]

[Also Vanille there is a moogle following you around. WHAT DO?]

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/pesters ALL YOUR MUSES

[heavenslament.livejournal.com]

[Terra is wandering, thinking of maybe seeing if Edgar's working late in his study again, when that banging and scraping get her attention. Confused, she heads toward the noise.]

yayyyyyyy

[paintbrushes]

[The noise stops after a few seconds, replaced by a more familiar straining and grumbling.

A little way down the corridors, Relm is stood, a little beaten and with telltale bruises left from the rushed healing of potions. A bag at her feet is dripping monster blood onto the floor as she tugs at her hat, which is caught on a screw of one of the castle's mobile parts.]

[heavenslament.livejournal.com]

[Terra stops short, her eyes widening.]

Relm?!?

[paintbrushes]

[Caught!]

-uh. My hat got stuck-

[...please don't notice the bag of monster parts.]

[heavenslament.livejournal.com]

[Too late. Terra's gaze drifts downward.]

Relm...what is this all about?

DELIVERY YOU SAY?

[tosavecocoon.livejournal.com]

[ Well this is... certainly the opposite of what's become the normal haze of guilt and sorrow over the house in Luca. When Vanille figures out there's a moogle following her, she blinks and looks at it. ]

Are you... following me?

I DO SAY

[paintbrushes]

[The moogle nods, holding up a badly-wrapped parcel.]

Delivery for Oerba Dia Vanille, kupo!

OH SNAP

[tosavecocoon.livejournal.com]

Um... [ Vanille blinks. ] That's me.

[ She takes the package and turns it over. ]

Who's it from?

[paintbrushes]

[There's no clues on the parcel itself.]

Some artist in Figaro, Kupo! They said it was a very special delivery!

[tosavecocoon.livejournal.com]

[ An artist in figaro? Vanille shrugs and turns it over. Brb ripping paper to get it open! ]

[magitekrune.livejournal.com]

[Uh... That's an odd sound coming from the wall.]

[paintbrushes]

[That's not the half of it. Now the wall is using some very creative Zozo language.]

[magitekrune.livejournal.com]

Hey! Is someone back there?

[That sounds like Relm's voice....]

[paintbrushes]

No! There's nobody here at all!

[Well there you have it.]

[magitekrune.livejournal.com]

Relm?! [Ohh yeah she knows that voice]

What are you doing in there?!

[notathiefcole.livejournal.com]

[It's the middle of the night so of course Locke is awake, but he sure wasn't expecting to hear any banging and scraping.]

[paintbrushes]

[Guess what, Locke, Relm's found a way into the castle that you didn't know about.

...if only because you're not small enough to fit in it.

And apparently, given how much she's struggling and cursing, neither is Relm. Stuck in an air duct.]

[notathiefcole.livejournal.com]

[What? A nook he doesn't know about? And sneaking around. That's fairly exciting.

He quietly tiptoes through the castle listening for the origin of the sound when he hears the cursing coming from an air duct. He responds with banging on it.]

Anybody in there?

[paintbrushes]

Ow! Hey!-

-uh. No-one here!

[notathiefcole.livejournal.com]

[Locke bursts out laughing.]

Relm? What are you doing in there.

[sonoffigaro.livejournal.com]

[Of course Edgar's going to notice that. He knows every inch of his castle. Unlike the rest, though, he knows where the access plates are for the duct systems. So he heads down to the nearest one, taking a sword from one of the guards because monsters have gotten in the system before, to open the plate and crawl in to inspect for himself.]

[paintbrushes]

[And just a little way in, there's an artist crawling along with a bag of monster parts. She freezes upon running into Edgar, then thinks and waves.]

Uh- good evening!

[sonoffigaro.livejournal.com]

[Edgar had heard the approaching sounds and settled in the duct, autocrossbow aimed at the crossduct they were coming from - and it was only wanting a sure shot that made him not set the thing off at Relm. Shock hits him as she pops up, waving, realizing he just nearly killed her, but he shakes it off quickly to lay the weapon aside, watching her now with contained fury.]

Relm. What in the name of all the goddesses are you doing in the ducts.

[That is not a question.]

[paintbrushes]

[Which is convenient. Because if it was then her answer would be fairly unsatisfactory.]

Um. I got lost?

[It's technically true. She did get lost. She just. Got lost while already in the duct systems.]

[sonoffigaro.livejournal.com]

There is no possible way you could get lost in a manner that explains you being in the ducts. Out, now.

[You hear that tone, Relm? That is the tone of a man just about to nail your clothes to a wall and leave you there. If she doesn't comply, he's likely to drag her out.]