SeKaan, the Grand Hotel, the Bindpoint
Picking out who they wanted to replace had been the hardest part. There were so many employees in this building, but who was the right one to overhear what they needed? But when yesterday evening they had gone out to one of the many bars in the city, a rather tasteless establishment, they had found a familiar face. Emboldened a little by their own irritation at the recent encounter with another of their own kind and somehow a surviving Inquisitor, SeKaan had seen about ensuring they were invited back to the gentleman's own house.
From there, a simple matter to ensure he was too sick to work today, and then to sneak in and take his uniform. Avoiding notice by anyone else had been a little more difficult, though not by much. But best that none of his fellows noticed that 'Telian' had worked today after all and decided to ask him about it. And infiltrating as a servant had always been a favored tactic, so few payed attention to the comings and goings of them, or which of them were nearby when discreet conversations were held. They were always an excellent method to find additional little secrets to support another role.
And oh had they discovered some secrets today. Their body practically thrummed with the satisfaction, a heady cocktail of pride, danger, and intrigue filled their veins as they pretended to busy themself. It was a risk, staying here as they heard, with particularly sensitive ears, the door open, the footsteps down the hallway. But some small chance of gaining even more information was worth it. And fleeing might only attract more attention, she was a watchful one this Lita. And interesting. Was she Lita LaPetit? Or Attar? Or something else entirely?
"Ah Telian" She called out, approaching with a casual smile. "Just who I was hoping to find. A little early for it, but I do enjoy promptness.”
"Of course." They provided quickly, slipping easily into the voice they had memorized last night. "Never polite to keep a lady waiting."
They gave a professional smile, with just the hint of the other that they had received themselves on first meeting Telian. A slight playfulness that SeKaan had enjoyed a great deal. The words were also an almost perfect repetition of those Telian had given when joining SeKaan to leave for more private quarters, and were paired with a casual glance down the hall as if looking to see who else may be watching.
Inwardly their mind raced, trying to fill in the gaps of this persona. Being caught in a temporary guise was always a frustration, and was the main other reason they had avoided any other employees. But some kind of pre-existing and seemingly personal relationship with the very person he was tailing? Deeply problematic. But still, they had centuries of experience with this, and should be able to play a vague enough line to let Lita take the lead without arousing any suspicions.
Besides, they were playing a servant right now, and while it was possible that she was simply very friendly and there was simply some personal errands that Telian ran for Miss LaPetit, SeKaan knew of a far more common reason for such familiarity. That would, if anything, only make things easier as this was one area of Telian that SeKaan had experienced personally in some detail. But for now, yes best to let her take the lead.
Laurelai, Lita's rooms in the Grand Hotel, the Bindpoint
Laurelai kept her hands deliberately in her lap as she listened, suppressing a fidget with only a little difficulty. Lita had moved far enough that the Soothing was only half as effective as it had been and she felt some of the worries slipping back in, her thoughts drifting from the conversation with her mother to the other recent events, and then back. She still caught enough to give a half-scandalized little choke as her mother called Voidus as stubborn ass, though really she retained enough memories from the Forgery to know it was quite an accurate assessment.
But really, did either of them know anything about him? Truly? Laurelai had memories that were entirely false, and some distant impressions she'd gained of him as her boss for several years. But none of him as an actual person. And Valeria... she knew him as he had been before. But time changed people, something a Forger knew all too well, and that much time... was he in any way the same person?
"A lovely story." She remarked with a small smile, one she even half-meant. "I haven't... known that he was my father for very long. I don't really know that much about him personally. It's still very strange sometimes, I had... well I had given up on ever meeting either of you."
Thought it would be best if they never came back. A small little returning voice whispered, though without its usual strength. Knew deep down why they left, and that you'd only hurt them if they came back.
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