Euryale || Status: Seers of the Throne 3 (Janissary) || Status: Ministry of Panopticon 3 (Prelate) || Presence 2 || Occultation 2
“Traditional?” Euryale said with a note of gallows amusement in her tone, “The usual fight amongst yourselves or us?” Reaching into her pocket, she slipped out a phone. It was a sleek piece of electronics – the cutting edge.
Euryale's thumb makes quick work of the menus, then turns the pictures towards Ariadne, “Have you seen this woman?” A beat, “Or this man?” The older woman still had some color to her thinning hair, though gray shocks made themselves right at home. Lines shadowed her face, but the eyes were sharp, crystal-clear, and filled with knowledge that couldn't be gained through a single lifetime. The man was far younger, bearded, with a dusky skin tone.
The pictures were taken outside of the warehouse Animus and his crew found the Triquetra bodies, “One of ours caught up with them, at about the same time as your Halo.”
Euryale's attention turned back to the river, “We've had some losses, yes.” The moment passes when Euryale turns her steel blue eyes back to the Epopt, “These are more than simple Malcontents. These are Accursed straight out of the Cruciatum.”
To know what the Cruciatum is, there are a few ways Ariadne could approach this: [Intelligence + Academics (Lex Magica, Consilia History, or Guardian History), Intelligence + Occult (Abyss Type Things), Intelligence + Politics (Consilia or Lex Stuff)]