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[right]Interactions: Jack [@Blizz], Edict [@AtomicEmperor], Sloane [@Atrophy], Luna [@Estylwen], Everyone
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Anya pursed her lips at Greyson’s comment towards Sloane, hitting him with a look that screamed ‘really?’ As if things weren’t difficult enough without him inciting something. Honestly, she was hoping for a peaceful meeting, as far as Sloane damage control went.

Seeming less and less possible.

[color=9966CC]”That is a great plan, Greyson, except I can’t bring multiple dreams together… [i]yet[/i],”[/color] Anya brought out her fountain pen, spinning it in her fingers. It was certainly possible. She had a spell for it written down. But she was yet to practice it properly. It was something that was difficult to practice. The risk for errors, for hurting herself while bringing the dreams together. [color=9966CC]”I can develop a spell to merge dreams together, but it’ll take a few days, and I’ll need volunteers for dreams to practise with. If I succeed, it will be much safer than in person meetings. Practically untraceable.”[/color]

She considered the rest, nodding. Luca and Adora working to get 8th Street members on their side made most sense, since they were the two with ties there. Just the two should be enough, seeing as it was a diplomatic job rather than something that required brute strength.

[color=9966CC]”I agree with the rest, bait aside. That… is up to the two in question. I can’t agree or disagree without their opinions,”[/color] Anya said neutrally, though not without surprise that Edict was even suggesting Britney be used as bait. Perhaps love didn’t hold him back as much as she thought it did.

Thankfully, all the latecomers dragged themselves in around the same time. The muscle, in Anya’s mind - at least, half of them were that. Surprisingly, Lynette appeared too. Interesting. 

When Jack started talking, it was difficult even for [i]her[/i] to pay attention. He just went on so many tangents during it that she had to concentrate to parse out the important information. Knowledge on the Pale Horse and the High Priestess, Sunshine Jones… who Anya wasn’t particularly worried about. Nothing in the dreams had pointed to her escaping the Pit. 

[color=9966CC]”While I agree, Jack, that we aren’t equipped to handle the Pale Horse and the High Priestess right now, that doesn’t mean we can’t start researching them,”[/color] Anya pointed out with a smile. [color=9966CC]”As a third priority. Ah, actually, fourth. Put gathering power and resources as our third. Artifact gathering would greatly benefit us all, especially those of us without offensive abstractions. I won’t go with you, because I’m needed here, but I hope you’ll keep me updated with your progress.”[/color]

[color=6B8E23]”I’m not sure if I want rid of the Rot just yet,”[/color] Luca spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck, and smiling at Jack. [color=6B8E23]”I can’t help without magic, can I? But when this is all over, and we’ve gotten rid of Father Wolf… definitely.”[/color]

Anya raised her eyebrows before continuing with what she’d wanted to say. [color=9966CC]”I’ll let the group decide whether we use your pocket reality, or dreams, for future meetings.”[/color]

Of course, Luna started going on again. Even Anya wasn’t able to keep up her well practiced smile. Was this really necessary? Even idiots like Linqian knew when to stop digging a hole deeper. A hand raised to the bridge of her nose, pinching it. She tilted her head towards Sloane, whispering, [color=9966CC]”I take back what I said earlier. She’s both untrustworthy and incompetent…”[/color]

Then, louder, she said, [color=9966CC]”do be careful, Luna. It would be such a shame if we didn’t see you again at the next meeting.”[/color]