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Perlata looks at the wreckage and carnage around them, and feels the first hints of panic - until now held at bay by the need for action - start to rise. But she's a self-sufficient Chosen, a weaver of Fate, and she hasn't lived nearly three hundred years without learning some coping mechanisms...

Perlata watches as Octavian aims a vicious blow at Between, only for the Joybringer to neatly step Out of the Way as if avoiding a walker on the street. As the pair exchange barbed words as well as blows, Perlata scurries forward, past the demon and over to Axtis Jen. "You'd better still be...

The three Sidereals have been expecting this confrontation. Everything they have seen in Yu-Shan has pointed to the assailant still being present. Present, but not known - until now. Octavian. On the one hand, it made so much sense - on the other, none at all. A hundred possible paths ahead...

Perlata looks about her in sheer horror at the level of carnage, trailing after Reyna with weapon at the ready. More from hope than any expectation, she checks a few of the bodies for any signs of life still remaining. (Perception + Medicine - 2 successes)

"Fair point. Sorry, all this" - she gestures expansively encompassing the current locale, Yu-Shan, and the situation in general - "has me distracted. One moment..." (We appear to have scurried to the security post. This is fine by me) Perlata wrenches a stout piece of wood off some part of the...

Perlata looks around the square. "Curses upon the street sweepers! See, this is one of the reasons I find Yu-Shan so hard - it's too neat, too proper, none of the mess that makes life interesting. "Oh, there'll be weapons in the security post over there, no doubt, but for that I might as well...

"My thanks. I am well-trained in Charcoal March of Spiders style, and I can sustain more injuries than perhaps it would seem, but regrettably I couldn't perform the style if I were wearing any form of armour. A moment before you cast, please, Reyna? I am not adequately armed". Perlata looks...

Perlata squeaks at the pattern spider's list of surviving Sidereals, as they hasten from the table. "Eight! But it was twenty-seven just a moment ago! Does that mean...? Reyna, ask it again - I'm worried it will be even fewer" [Remind me - we'll need a gate to get to Yu-Shan? Do we know where...

Perlata smiles slightly. "Sorry, it was in a glass. I'll be sure to request a bottle next time." She stretches, while waiting for anything Reyna can determine. "As I say, I tend to avoid Yu-Shan. Which makes me think - if I've been told not to go there, when that's what I would do anyway; but...

Perlata is a little taken aback by Between's sudden effusive greeting. She takes a half-step back as he approaches, but allows herself to be hugged nonetheless. She also offers a polite round of applause for the off-the-cuff poem before seating herself with the other two Exalts and helping...

Perlata nods to the pair of unfamiliar Exalts. "You must be Reyna San, Between. I know you by reputation; it's good to meet you." She suddenly sticks out a hand towards the pair - then, almost as an afterthought: "Oh - Dasokin Perlata. Perlata. Chosen of Mercury. And this is Nakama - Nacks. I...

Perlata reads the letter through twice, pausing between reads to push her hair back behind her ear and try to concentrate properly on the words. Strange. She has no idea who would have sent such a missive; and she has no recollection of the summons to Yu-Shan it mentions. But of course, she...

Perlata winces as she tries to focus on the glass and the letter. Maidens, that was some party. It had to have been, to get her this drunk. It wasn't that Perlata was abstemious - she just didn't usually let herself completely lose control. Some... guild function, maybe? Not her usual scene if...