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Memoirs 131 - Identity theft is not a joke
🕑 Added 2023-03-05 22:25:16 +0000 UTCScarlett sat on a couch in the east wing’s parlor with the Countess sitting opposite her. The robed woman was nervously fidgeting with the fabric of her clothes, head turned downwards as they waited in silence. Scarlett didn’t particularly mind the quiet. There weren’t too many conversations to be had with the woman, anyway, and she doubted the Countess cared much about things like feeling awkward.
When the Loci told her of the presence outside, Scarlett turned her attention to the door right before a knock sounded out. A moment later, a disguised Gaven entered the room. He smiled as he removed his cap, revealing his thick hair. “Evening, ladies. Been a while.”
“Ridley.” Scarlett gave a curt greeting, gesturing to the couch in front of her. “Take a seat.”
The man moved over to sit beside the Countess. The woman flinched as he did, slowly looking up at him. “…Greetings…” she almost whispered.
Scarlett blinked, and Gaven gave the woman an amused look.
“Finally feel like saying hello to me, eh? Suppose I must be growing on ya? Well, can’t say I blame you.”
The Countess didn’t quite seem to follow his words, staring at him for a few seconds before eventually returning her gaze to her own hands on her lap.
“Ouch. You sure know how to wound a man.”
“Ridley.” Scarlett gave him a sharp look, and the man raised his arms in the air disarmingly.
“Right, right, forgot. Supposed to play nice, aren’t I? I’ll be on my best behaviour, don’t you worry.”
She eyed him for a moment, trying to discern how much honesty there was in his words.
As always, dealing with Gaven’s personality was irksome to her. But there wasn’t much to do about it since she had decided to work with him. Considering he was one of the companions you could have on the evil route in the game, he was still relatively congenial. There was one that tried to kill every noble they saw.
“Were you successful in carrying out the task assigned to you?” she asked him.
He smiled at her. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
“I will interpret that as a yes.”
“Good on ya.” The man raked a hand through his hair as he leaned back on the couch. “The job this time was a pain, though. I’ll tell you that much. Had to spend four nights in a row in the cold just staking the place out. ‘Course, things still went off without a hitch. That old noble couple is probably still sitting in their little mansion thinking the artifact’s in its case.”
Hearing that, Scarlett nodded. She was relieved he hadn’t gotten caught and that no one had to get injured. She doubted she would have felt much if someone had, but that didn’t mean she actually wanted it to happen.
“Show it to me.” She signaled for him to put the item on the stone countertop between them.
Gaven placed a hand inside his clothes and brought out a dagger that was as long as Scarlett’s forearm. It had a red, leather-bound hilt with two silver protrusions at the bottom, and its blade had several markings and symbols etched onto it. At the top of the hilt, centered on the cross-guard, was an empty slot where it looked like something might have once been affixed.
[Blade of the Covenant (Unique)]
{A blade once forged as a conduit for a nameless power. It currently has no use}
“So, is this what you were looking for?” the man asked as he placed it on the table.
Scarlett inspected the dagger closely. “Indeed, it is. This is the Memory of the Covenant.”
“You sure?” Gaven touched the hilt with his finger. “Because to me, it just looks like any other fancy exhibit knife. Unwieldy and unbalanced, if you ask me. From the tales I’ve heard of the ‘Memory’, I’d expected a lot more. Even tried this thing out a couple times, and it didn’t do much of anything.”
Scarlett frowned at his mention of ‘trying it out’. She wasn’t sure exactly what he’d tried, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
“I will remind you of what I told you last time,” she said, leaning forward to pick the item up. “On its own, this dagger does not hold much value. It is not complete. But I know how to bring out its potential.”
She reached into the [Pouch of Holding] that was lying next to her on the couch, bringing out a violet gem from it.
[Gem of Athanasia (Unique)]
{The impermanence of death lies in the connections that bind us, embodied in this gem}
The artifact glittered as it reflected the room’s light, and she paused to turn it around in her hand.
A whistle left Gaven. “I bet that’s something that would catch people’s eyes.”
Ignoring him, she reached into the pouch once more and brought out yet another item, placing it on the countertop before her. A silver scale.
[Scale of Reconciliation (Epic)]
{That which was once one may now be two, but there is always place for reunification}
She placed the gem on one of the scales and the dagger on the other. For just a brief moment, a dark color washed over the gem’s surface, and then a flash of light enveloped the scale. When it faded, only the dagger and scale remained, with the [Gem of Athanasia] now slotted into the dagger’s guard.
[Side-quest completed: Assembled the [Memory of the Covenant]]
{Skill points awarded: 7}
[Memory of the Covenant (Unique)]
{A remnant of a covenant once formed, remembering the connections that bind}
Scarlett examined the finished item. In the game, the [Scale of Reconciliation] was just a convenience item that you could use to repair equipment without having to go to blacksmiths and the like all the time, though it usually came at a slightly higher cost. But it could also be used on quest items like this, which saved her the trouble of having to find someone else to do it for her.
She turned her head up to see Gaven and the Countess eyeing her and the dagger. With their attention still on her, she held out her left hand above the table and brought the dagger’s blade closer to it.
Gaven raised both eyebrows. “Not that I’m one to question your actions, mind, but what are you doing now?”
“Verifying the dagger’s functionality.” She cut a small nick on her palm. A thin trail of blood stuck to the dagger’s blade, soon being absorbed by the metal. A strange chill wound from the hand she was holding the dagger into her wrist and throughout her body.
Closing her eyes, she focused on that sensation, trying to follow it towards its source. It seemed to lead her into the dagger, which opened up inside her mind and split into dozens of paths. Those paths then split even further, and soon there were hundreds—maybe thousands—of trails going in different directions. Keeping track of them all was almost impossible, and most felt so distant that she couldn’t even try to follow them.
She focused on those closest to her. There was a familiarity to them that she couldn’t quite place. She grabbed hold of the one that shone brighter than all the others.
A startled cry sprang out in front of her.
Scarlett opened her eyes to see that the Countess had crawled back on the couch, staring at her with a bewildered look. Beside the woman, Gaven was giving her a curious look.
“That’s a cute one. Who’s that?” the man asked.
Scarlett creased her brows. Shifting the [Memory of the Covenant] to her left hand—holding it with her fingers as to avoid the wound on her palm—she reached up to feel at her hair with the other hand. It only barely reached the nape of her neck. Instead of the distinct, dark-red hair that she had grown used to, it was more akin to a light brown, with only a slight shade of red.
A wave of disgust and anger roiled up from inside, and she fought to maintain a calm expression as she tried pushing away the locks that covered her right eye with little success. She didn’t need a mirror to know whose appearance she was currently wearing.
Giving up on getting control of the errant tufts of hair, she narrowed her eyes at Gaven. “I suggest you be more careful with your remarks, Ridley, and with who you call ‘cute’.” Her words came out in the usual steely tone that was normal for her, but her voice was a lot softer and smoother than before. The dagger didn’t only mimic appearances. She turned to the Countess, who still looked as if someone had pulled down the sky in front of her. “I apologize for the surprise. As you can see, this is an artifact that allows one to borrow the appearance of others. Specifically, of those whom you share a blood tie with. This appearance that you see before you now is that of my sister.”
“That’s how it works?” Gaven knitted his forehead. “Not as useful as the stories I’ve heard, then.”
“It does indeed limit its usefulness to a certain degree. However, it is still an incredibly valuable and versatile artifact. It is also exactly what we require for our upcoming task.”
Scarlett focused on the dagger once more, and her appearance returned to her own.
In theory, this artifact should work even for taking on the appearance of people she’d never met herself. She could, for example, see what the original Scarlett’s parents looked like, or her grandparents, or her grand-grandparents. She didn’t know where the limit was, or how closely related you had to be, but that it even worked to begin with was insane in its own right.
In the game, you mainly used the [Memory of the Covenant] to sneak around easier, changing your appearance randomly now and then whenever necessary. It had a cooldown, preventing you from abusing it too much, but it was still useful. The context in which you acquired the item was relating a certain quest-line when playing as a member of the Hallowed Cabal. At the end of that quest-line, you kidnapped a distant relative to the imperial family and used them in order to sneak into the capital and murder the emperor.
The fact that she now had this knife meant the Cabal’s plan for assassinating him would have to change. She didn’t doubt that they could still do it, but at least they wouldn’t have as easy of a time now. Unfortunately, this also meant she couldn’t quite as accurately predict how they would act in relation to all of that, but it was a necessary sacrifice.
“So, what’s this upcoming job, then?” Gaven asked.
She turned her attention back to him. “We will be infiltrating the Sanctuary of Ittar.”
The man’s relaxed posture immediately vanished, and he gave her a long look. “Lady, are you crazy?”
She scowled at him. “I am quite sane.”
He leaned forward on the couch, staying silent for several seconds. “…You’re serious?”
“I do not jest when it comes to matters like these.”
“Viles be damned,” Gaven muttered under his breath. “Hey, I know you nobles like vying for more power and all that, but why in the six Blazes would you want to do something crazy like this? You’ve got the looks, the money, and a pretty decent roof over your head here, don’t ya? I don’t see no reason why you’d want to go and throw all that away.”
Next to him, the Countess whispered something in response.
He turned to her. “What was that?”
The woman had once again locked her gaze on her own hands, not facing the man. “…My sister… The Baroness…is kind… She will help me…meet my sister…”
Gaven stared at her, then glanced at Scarlett. “That true? We meeting her sister?”
She met his eyes, then gave a slow nod. “In part, yes.”
Judging by his expression at her response, he seemed to understand it wasn’t the main reason, but he returned the nod. “Who’s this sister, then? Someone the Followers got locked up down in a dungeon or something? If they’re keeping her in the Sanctuary of Ittar, she’s gotta be someone special.”
“You may know her as the Augur.”
The man froze. “…Okay, this time you’ve got to be pulling my leg, right?”
“I am not.”
He turned back to the Countess, a dubious expression on his face as he observed the woman.
“…I’ll be honest, you could have told me that this lady here was actually some duke’s forgotten daughter or something and I might have thought ‘yeah, sure, makes sense’, but I was not expecting this.”
“It is the truth,” Scarlett said. “And that is all that matters. That, and that we will require your assistance in carrying out this task.”
Gaven seemed to consider it for a couple of seconds. He reached up a hand and scratched his beard, before eventually letting out a sigh. “You know, it might sound like a fib, coming from me, but I really respect ya, you now? You know your stuff, you give good paydays, and your jobs are straightforward, which is why I haven’t bothered complaining even when the work has been a pain. But this? This might be too much, even for me. I like a challenge, but no type of thrill is worth it if I ain’t staying alive to enjoy it.”
Scarlett tapped a finger against the leather armrest beside her. “You will be paid fifty thousand solars if you succeed.”
The man’s eyes widened. His mouth moved as if whispering the figure.
“The carrying out of this venture brings with it a significant risk to me as well,” she continued. “I would not be assigning it to you were I not certain that it was possible.”
Despite that, he didn’t seem wholly convinced. “That’s…tempting, for sure, but I think I’ll still have to say no. Money’s another thing I can’t enjoy if I’m lying in a ditch somewhere.”
She studied him for a moment.
She could offer him even more. She could afford it. But even if she offered him three times the amount, it still wouldn’t even be near the value of some of the items that could be found in the Sanctuary of Ittar. If she wanted him to carry out this task and not just betray her in the process, she would have to offer something else. Thankfully, there was something she had saved up till now.
“If you accept my proposal, I can also give you information related to where you can find the missing pieces of that locket you carry in your pocket.”
Shock passed over the man’s face, then he narrowed his eyes at her. “…How do you know about that?”
“Does it matter? You have two pieces of four, yes? I know where the other two are, and I will share this information with you in exchange for aiding with this task, in addition to the aforementioned payment.”
The man rubbed his chin, not saying anything for a while. “Suppose, hypothetically, that I agreed to this job,” he said. “How would we go about doing this?”
“The general plan is simple.” Scarlett held up the [Memory of the Covenant]. “This item is at the core. While the Sanctuary of Ittar might be considered impregnable by some, that is far from the truth. There are, in fact, several secret entrances that would allow you and the Countess to enter the grounds without being noticed. There are also sections of the Sanctuary where none but a few may enter, and as a consequence, where you will not run a high risk of encountering anyone that might question your presence. From there, the Countess will use the Memory of the Covenant’s power to mimic the appearance of the Augur until you reach the woman’s chambers. There, I expect you to procure some artifacts that I require.”
Gaven frowned. “That’s all?”
“Yes, it is. I do not believe it will be as easy in practice, and there is still the matter of leaving after having accomplished your goals, but I trust in your ability to deal with whatever other unexpected circumstances that might unfold.”
The man showed a self-deprecating smile. “I appreciate the trust, but I’m not sure I share your confidence about this. The Sanctuary is supposed to be the heart of the Followers organization, yeah? I don’t mean to be crass, but even if we sneak in and copy the looks of her sister, the moment we run into some guard or other and have to start talking, we’re screwed.”
“The entrance you will be entering through will deposit you in an area that connects to the tower where the Augur’s chamber is. As I said, it is unlikely you will encounter anyone that will question your presence.”
“Isn’t the Augur supposed to be protected by the Knights of the Eternal Oath?” Gaven asked. “I’ve heard they might even beat out the Solar Knights. Even with the Countess here joining, we won’t be able to fight our way through that whole place.”
“Any Knights of the Eternal Oath that you might run into will not act against you as long as the Countess holds the appearance of the Augur,” Scarlett said.
“You sound awfully confident of that.”
“Because I am.”
She had already done this in the game, so she knew roughly how it worked.
Gaven appeared to think over her words for a while. “You know… Being known as the guy who infiltrated the Followers base doesn’t sound too bad.”
“I am sure you understand that information of our involvement in this must never spread.”
He shrugged. “‘Course. Still, people in my trade have our ways of doing these things.”
She eyed him. “Then does this mean you are willing to accept the job?”
The man smirked. “Let’s go over the details.”
“I knew you were a scary woman, but I think I underestimated you.” Gaven spoke with what might have been genuine wonder in his voice, or just him being his usual flippant self.
They were still in the parlor, having spent the last hour or so going over the specifics of Scarlett’s plans. The Countess had started looking uncomfortable after a while, so Scarlett had Molly bring the woman up to her room earlier.
The man gave her a curious look. “You really had all of this schemed out from the start, didn’t ya? Ever since before that first meeting of ours.”
“That much is only natural when dealing with a matter of this level.”
It wasn’t entirely true that she had it planned out since the start. When she originally asked Beldon Tyndall to contact Gaven, this particular heist wasn’t part of her intentions. She had considered it, but it wasn’t until the main quest popped up and ordered her to reach Beld Thylelion that she made the decision.
“I’ll admit, if things go as you say, then this might actually work,” Gaven said. “But we still haven’t talked about the most important part, you know? After me and the Countess have done what we’re supposed to, what then? How are you expecting us to get out?”
Scarlett pulled out a map of the central parts of the empire and placed it between them. She pointed to where the Sanctuary was on the map. “I will be waiting at a predetermined meeting location with a carriage that will take us to a safe location where the Followers cannot find us. It is only a matter of you making your way there. There is a balcony in the Augur’s chamber. While it is high up, knowing your capabilities, I do not believe you will have any difficulty in making your escape through there. This is your area of expertise, no?”
The man eyed her for a moment. “Yeah, like I said. Scary… I bet even if I asked, you wouldn’t tell me how you knew about the locket, yeah?”
“I would not, no.”
He shrugged his shoulders as he leaned back on the couch. “Next thing I know, you’re telling me the color of my underwear as well.”
Scarlett scrunched her nose at that. Did the man have no sense of propriety? “Keep such thoughts to yourself from now on. I have no wish to hear it. And I believe we have already established that I am well aware of your abilities, else I would not have sought you out.”
“Yeah, yeah, if you say so." He crossed his arms. “But then we’ve got a way out for me, at least. What about that helper of mine? You planning on leaving the crazy one there?”
“I have warned you to behave around her, Ridley.”
“She’s not here now, is she? And I’ll bet I’ll have to be the one to get her out of there, so it’s a valid question.”
“…You will not have to concern yourself with her escape this time.”
The man paused, an interested glint appearing in his eyes. “Really?”
Scarlett nodded. “I have already made the necessary preparations. She is under the belief that your chief aim is to save her sister, so there might be some complications were she to realize the futility in those aspirations. She will pose a risk to the security of my operations, but I will deal with the ramifications after this is over. You will only have to focus on your own safety.”
“You’re saying you won’t have any further need for her after we’re done here?” he asked.
“…Essentially.”
It sounded heartless, but it was the truth. She could try to have the Countess continue helping her in the future even after this, but it was doubtful whether that would work. When the Countess tried to use the [Cube of Instant Katabasis] to leave the Sanctuary, she would be brought to a random location without bringing her sister along. Not only would finding the woman after that be difficult, but it was also completely uncertain what state of mind she would be in at that point.
Frankly, Scarlett wasn’t even certain how that part would go. She was hoping the Countess would at least remember to follow some of the instructions she’d given her, which would make her easier to locate. From there, she could just pray that the Countess could be calmed down enough so that they could leave the area before anything happened. Everything else could be left for later, when they were in a safe place.
“You sure are a cold woman,” Gaven said.
“Pardon?” She glared at him.
He grinned. “Hey, I’m not judging. You’re the boss, and it’s not like I don’t agree. But, I can’t avoid feeling just a tiny bit of pity for the lady, you know? She worships the ground you walk on, but you don’t seem to care much in return.” He shrugged. “Well, not that it matters much to me. I’ll do the job I’m paid for, as long as you’re also willing to part with what you know about the locket.”
“You speak as if I am betraying her.”
“If it makes you feel better, we can pretend you aren’t.”
Scarlett stared at him for several seconds. “…I am well aware of what I am doing. It is what must be done. Any errant thoughts of regret or guilt can be left for a more suitable occasion.”
If she actually felt any.
“So, what do we do about the Augur?” Gaven asked. “If she’s not coming with us, isn’t it better if we take care of her before leaving? It might be a bit blasphemous, but it’d be problematic if she stays alive and knows who we are, right? She might use some of that god-given magic or whatever of hers and track us down.”
“No matter what happens, you are not to harm the Augur in any way,” Scarlett replied. The Augur had to be alive in the future. “Even if she were to see your face, which I expect that she will not, it is unlikely that she will discern our involvement in this. The limitations on what she can and cannot see are many.”
The Augur figuring them out was a fear that Scarlett had, but it had never been a thing in the game, at least. She felt reasonably sure that would translate to this world. The woman wasn’t omniscient. She had no choice in the knowledge that was given to her, nor was she always the best at interpreting it. There was a high likelihood that she wouldn’t be able to figure out that Scarlett was the one behind this.
There was still the possibility of it happening, sure. In that sense, though, this entire plan was one large gamble. If the Followers did figure out Scarlett was involved, it would spell tons of trouble no matter the situation. But she still had to go through with this. In the worst-case scenario, she was prepared to go into hiding if needed.
She would just have to hope that it never came to that.
Comments
lenkite
Uggh... Gaven is assuming Scarlett is murdering the Countess. She should make it clear that she is not.
Hubris
Since Countess and Auger mental state is caused by god influence, and their gods are opposite, I wonder if them meeting will somehow alleviate their condition.
Colin Love
I’m worried about that little miscommunication between Scarlet & Ridley. When he heard her say she won’t be a problem he jumped right to what he assumes must be the logical conclusion based on Scarlet being “such a scary lady”. IE shes going to “take care” of the countess in the mafia sense of the word set up as a patsy or killed. That misunderstanding has the chance to cause problems down the line.
Alex Doan
if I (and maybe some others) could have a quick recap of why Scarlett is doing this, what's at stake, before the mission happens, would be great. Since the plan has been quite convoluted and whatever the original reason for the heist was, I have forgotten it. Will help me be more invested in the heist and its result
Xiver
I have a sneaking suspicion that the Countess is going to kill the Auger.
ActionKermit
I really hope the Countess is okay at the end of this ;_;
Alpenmann
Thanks for the chapter.
