[ CAUGHT ] + reverse -- receiver finds sender somewhere they aren't supposed to be. // ophelia!
Navigating Astropolis was like walking through a field of landmines, which was an impressive feat considering he'd fought on actual battlefields with hazards and dangers that would make Astropolis look like a joke. The danger here was intangible, political. Dressed up as the Anti-Destruction Alliance, the ploy to amass as many powerful figureheads of even more powerful factions as the IPC could was a subterfuge, like some scheme to gather all the leaders in the war room before locking them in and setting off the bomb. But instead of a bomb, it was a deal to negotiate with guns trained on their heads.
For now, though, they were lucky. The situation on Planarcadia had stalled the inevitable by a hair's breadth.
So, when he saw one of the Nameless uncomfortably cornered by an IPC schmuck trying to corral her into some scammy deal going nowhere. For all of Ophelia's defiance against caving to roundabout terms and glossed-over details, the agent was insistent, each refusal spawning a thousand branches like a hydra. So, when Ashveil inserted himself like a wall between him and Ophelia, he turned to her with a sunny expression on his face.
"Hey, Ophelia, right? Man, it sure is nice seein' a familiar face around here. You busy? I was just on my way to get lunch, if you're hankering for a bite."
