004 -- voice;

[jilt]

[ there's the rustling of fabric, and a breath before irene speaks. she's tapping something against her palm as she does, a steady counterrhythm to her words.]

So it seems we've managed to get through a jump without any unfortunate mishaps. What a lovely change of pace.

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[jilt]

You flatter me. I'm sure on a ship with no opera singers at all, of course I would shine.

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Should I be more wary of him than I am at present?

[ because alayne sees. she knows how to play this game, even if she is only a fledgling. ]

[wont]

You shine regardless. And by means that stretch beyond your voice.

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I fear he's more silvertongued than father. [ An admission she would not share with others, for Petyr Baelish' guise is one of harmlessness. But Irene sees the mockingbirds for what they truly are. ] And with an arm made strong by magic.

[jilt]

Hush now, you pay me too much compliment, love. Tell me, how have you fared in the jump?

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Magic. [ irene cannot help but sound skeptical. ] I shall tread very carefully then, but we both must admit, he would be a very good friend to have.

[wont]

Compliment well-earned and none in excess. [ Alayne smiles because, really, Irene is a shimmering beacon in her eyes. ] But if you must know, the jump has passed for me without event. I have made acquaintance with some of the newly-delivered, but otherwise I fear I've no grand tale to tell.

I suppose I should be grateful for that.

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He evades inquiry when asked of his means and methods, but seems to warm to those who readily welcome the sound of his own voice. [ Alayne presses her lips together, thoughtfully. ] I've done my part to win his favor, though— though I cannot tell how genuinely it is held.

[ A liar among liars, and Alayne the youngest of all. Still, like Irene, she sees the path that she must walk to keep advantage on her side. ]

[jilt]

[ oh alayne you are her shining star. ]

Yes, it seems that more and more these jumps bring less than happy reunions. Perhaps that shall change next month, hmm?

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And I shall do mine. Perhaps between the two of us we shall unravel his secrets.

[wont]

[ Alayne's expression darkens. ]

Did the ship deliver you another poor reunion, Miss Irene? [ She thinks of the man, the associate of the one named Moran. The only person that Alayne has seen Irene truly fear. ] Were you given something from home?

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He wishes to meet with me so that we may divine the ship's mysteries together. [ Alayne says this as if she knows full well what sort of rendezvous could earn a sweet girl. ] A poorly plan, is it not?

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[jilt]

I'm afraid so. My dear Alayne, if a man on this device by the name of Moriarty ever speaks with you, please make your excuses and stop speaking to him. He's a man to truly fear. Moran is his hound, and he does not hesitate to set him upon those he finds inconvenient.

Only if you go alone. Surely the company of another will temper any harm he may do you. Your father, perhaps?

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[wont]

[ And now she frowns. ]

Would ever he think to conceal himself, this— this Moriarity of yours? Would he give false name and false pretense? Or is he a villain, both crown and root?

[ Normally Alayne would not shirk the company of her father. She is, in fact, quite fond of it — as some daughters are wont to favor their fathers. Still, she purses her lips thoughtfully. ]

I would think a father would leaden even the most silver tongue. Do you not find it to be true?

[jilt]

He may. But I don't see why. He never did at home, all he did was make certain nothing could ever be connected to him. His hands were clean, in the event of investigation.

Depends on the father.

[ it's so very casual. irene's never had high opinions of fathers. ]