Book 7. Chapter 22: A glutton appears
His image generator sent a single image. One single image. Just an animated drawing giving a small wave.
“To’Orda. Explain the reason for your direct contact.” To’Wrathh sent back, voice ice cold. “Are you attempting to locate me for the other two? Tell them I’ve already eliminated their little trap on the fourth strata, and it was hardly inspired in the first place. I look forward to crushing their next ploy.”
Her trace was anonymous, with the sender IP address changing every ten milliseconds across the world. Finding her was impossible, and To’Orda could tell there would be proxy addresses behind the proxy addresses. Besides - she could fly very fast.
“Yep. That’s her all right.” His pet rock sighed, acting as his advisor and voice on the channel. “You think she’s still mad about streaming the attempt to murder her boyfriend?”
“We are not in a relationship yet.” To’Wrathh said, voice instantly switching to a far more flustered and warm tone. “That is still in planning… does it already appear that way?”
The rock sighed. “One moment she sounds like an actual Feather looking to rip, maim and murder everything in her path, the next she’s suddenly a blushing damsel from some romcom comic. You heard that, right boss? It’s not just me going crazy here, right? You need therapy lady. He's a human! Ew.”
“I am in full control of my faculties and do not require therapy. I am merely dedicated to my role in deceiving the Deathless into a false sense of security and appreciation for my personality.” To’Wrathh said, voice returning to her cold and collected cynicism. “The term is method acting.”
“Method acting, she says. Sure great acting all right.” The rock muttered. “If only I had actual eyes to roll.”
To’Wrathh sent back an animated image for her gently grabbing the pet rock, giving it a quick pat on top, and then crushing it ruthlessly in her hand. To'Orda was more worried about any potential viral attacks through this vector, but the official chat channels were clean.