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"Not so. Drink. Calm yourself, Ambassador, there is no need for alarm." Tabuki said, in a voice that she attempted to make soothing, but came across as simply smug. "I have told you what will be. There is no reason that it must come to pass tomorrow, or even the next day... this is simply advance notice that those tunnels will be mine."
The negotiator's teeth ground together again, but she visibly calmed herself.
"... So you believe." She grudgingly allowed.
"Good, good. Another round of drinks? I insist. You, ale!"
The witches cheered, even as the negotiator sullenly glowered into her still half-full cup. Without a word, she drained the liquid inside, then slammed the cup back into the wood of the table, as one of Tabuki's barmaids made her careful, deliberately wary way around the group, giving the undead as wide a berth as she could manage.
"Now... tell me. What degree of authority do you hold? Exactly. Be detailed, if you would."
".... I speak, to a degree, with the voice of Sunny Milk herself." The negotiator ground out. "To a point, I can make agreements.... negotiations, exchanges, arrange cease-fires and terms... It is what I do. In general, my leader deals with such matters herself, however I am deployed in situations where two meetings must be held at the same time in different locations, or a place is.... uncomfortable.... and I fill those duties nearly as well as she herself would. However, she still holds final say over any arrangements to be made, for just such situations as this. More normally, it is no issue, as I am more than capable of seeing to it that the details are arranged in a manner that she will find palatable, but do not think that she will be any more willing to meet unreasonable terms now than she would have been before you pulled this... stunt."
Tabuki considered, mulling this over for a moment.
".... 'Uncomfortable'... you said. Do elaborate." She instructed.
"Tch. It is a mark against your ability that this is not obvious." The negotiator answered, a moment of amusement flickering through her eyes before simple irritation took sway once more. "Sunny Milk is a fairy of Light. The sun's light, to be precise. Going to places removed from her source, where the light of the sun reaches only dimly, or not at all, is... uncomfortable. As I said. Sufficiently so that preference goes to avoiding being put in a position where such discomfort is required, though do not fool yourself into believing that this in any way limits the force she can personally bring to bear in such areas."
"I would think a matter of importance like diplomacy would more than outweigh... a little personal discomfort. Wouldn't you?" Tabuki mused aloud.
"Matters of... Importance." The negotiator mused in turn, then snorted. "You think you are 'important'.... how quaint."
Tabuki frowned darkly.
"... The simple fact that I am here.... is proof of your lack of any sort of importance." The negotiator continued, smugly. "The war has not yet begun in earnest, on the surface. There have been some movements of troops, yes, and Leaders have begun to stir, however... there is as yet nothing that requires my leader's personal touch. She simply didn't think such a small matter as you represented was.... important enough to bother herself with, if it came with even the most trifling discomfort to herself. And so I was sent in her place."
If there was one thing Tabuki could say about the negotiator, it was this. She knew how to inflame emotions. It was all that she could do not to stand and show her a taste of different fires...
"She does not consider me any sort of threat." Tabuki concluded, carefully.
"Not a bit." The negotiator cheerily confirmed, eyes glinting.
"... Fine. It matters not." She decided sharply. "In any case, I had intended to offer a mutual non-aggression agreement-"
"Not even fought yet, and you already desperately hunt for a way to stop us." The negotiator interrupted, smirk widening. "But by all means... continue. This should be good."
"You leave our tunnels." Tabuki began, ignoring the negotiator's derisive snort. "... And we will occupy them, but not move past them for the course of this war, capturing no territory further than the entry to our depths. The surface would be secure from attack through this venue. Further, we will not make the first strike against any of your forces, though if you should make any attack our retaliation would be swift and entirely without mercy. We may, further, agree to lend our support against Cirno's forces-" She paused for only a moment as another, more amused snort, came unexpectedly. "... if need arises. As well, we would tribute a bottle of ale, directly to your leader, for her own private consumption."
".... Hm, is that all?" The negotiator said dryly, as Tabuki wound down to a close. "... Allow me to rephrase your terms for you, if you would. 'We will take several of your more powerful soldiers to bolster our own armies', as I already mentioned. 'In addition to this reduction of your armies, we will extract bindings in the attempt to prevent you from getting those soldiers back, though we might use them against your enemies, if they take the area near the entrance and decide to attack, otherwise we won't bother. We might do more than that, but only against one enemy in specific, and in exchange for all this we'll give your leader a free bottle of beer.' Do you think that booze is hard enough to come by that an arrangement like that could be considered even vaguely palatable? Keep your swill." She sneered. "We can steal more, and better. I also find it very.... interesting that you focus your attention on Cirno, and gave none of the other leaders a moment's thought or mention in your terms. Curious."
"I consider her the greatest threat." Tabuki answered simply.
The negotiator let loose a bark of short laughter, before taking a drag from her ale.
"... Maybe so." She said simply, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the assessment. "... perhaps rightly so, even. But you are mistaken if you believe that because the Alpha of a wolf pack is the strongest and fiercest, the Omega is any less capable of tearing free your throat. And Cirno doesn't have much cause to like you. Even dislikes you somewhat. She does, however, find you interesting, which is more than I can say for my own Leader."
Tabuki frowned again, in the face of the negotiator's smirk. At this point, she was inclined to snipe back, and indulge in a little petty cruelty.
"I imagine she doesn't. Then, from your description, I cannot imagine she finds you particularly interesting either, if she is willing to stand aside as I hold you here, behind enemy lines, at my mercy." She said, leadingly.
"Trust." The negotiator countered, smugly. "We are soldiers, at my lady's command. Our purpose is her will. In turn, we have some degree of mutual trust... Our detainment, it will not be without a purpose, if she chooses not to come to our immediate rescue. There is faith, that we can escape on our own, if an opportunity arises for even a moment. Further... that we can keep you occupied. That detaining us will, in the end, simply not be worth it for you. You may not have to supply us with food or drink, as we cannot starve or die of thirst... but should we die, then we will shortly be back among our comrades, with most interesting discussion indeed to come. Can you afford to set us minders, watch us every hour of every day, to be sure none of us has found, say, a sharp bit of glass? More, can you assure that our minders are sufficient in number and strength that if we get loose, we cannot simply fight our way free and leave of our own volition? Can you do this, and at the same time fend off incursions from other forces? Hm? It seems like it would be an... expensive... risky proposition." She mused aloud. "And entirely besides that.... you're a fine one to talk." She finished in a sneer.
"... How do you mean?" Tabuki asked warily.
"Simply that it is.... ironic... that you accuse Sunny Milk of not caring about her soldiers. That is all... you hypocrite." The negotiator answered, clear and vindictive amusement obvious in her eyes.
"... I don't care much for your insinuations." Tabuki bit off.
"You don't care. That is precisely my point. I imply nothing, I'm saying it straight to your face. Would you like to know something I've noticed? Not once. At no time, from the moment I laid eyes on you in the tunnels, have you referred to a single one of your fairies by their name. At first I thought it coincidence... but now I have begun to reconsider. Do you even know their names? Any of them? If so, then say it! Speak their names, and I'll retract the allegation. I'll even apologize. I don't even require that you be close friends or confidantes. Just prove me wrong... that you care enough about your soldiers to know the names of the fairies who fight, who bleed, or who toil in mindless drudgery for your cause. Not even your entire army... simply name the fairies that are right now in this very building."
The negotiator leaned forward, eagerly, going quiet as she waited. After a long moment, Tabuki grunted in disgust and turned her head aside, and she leaned back again, smug in her little victory as Tabuki's fairies shifted in place, awkwardly. One caught her eye, then looked away. The jittery one, who'd retreated rapidly after pouring drinks, eyes on the zombies the whole time. Fear... no. No...
"I thought not." She said, more calmly. "... And I'll thank you not to make your own little... implications, when your own-"
"Beryl." Tabuki interrupted shortly, without turning her head back.
"... eh-"
"Her name." Tabuki clarified shortly. "Is Beryl. I heard it from... somewhere. I can't recall. She was savaged, ripped apart and devoured alive, by undead fae, and returned with a deep trauma having taken hold. I could not think of words to comfort her. But I removed her from the rosters of fairies I use to conquer territories infested with undead... and equally unfortunate things. I put her to other duties, and did what I could to avoid putting her in a position where that fear could flare up, as best as I was able, without simply casting her out and finding a fairy without such issues. She was the one I thought of first, in purchasing uniforms for non-combat duties. I may not... be particularly adept with social workings, or have a friendly demeanor, or find the time to personally introduce myself to soldiers before directing the day's troop movements... but don't accuse me of not caring."
Beryl's wings were trembling slightly as she stared at Tabuki, and the negotiator snorted derisively.
"... So you can recall one name, when pressed. As though there is much difference." She grumbled, though much of her smugness had left, and the mood had lightened among Tabuki's fairies somewhat.
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[ ] Press the talks further? Little chance of the arrangement you have proposed going through, but perhaps you can think of something else to discuss. [Input]
[ ] No, you've had enough. The talks are done.
-[ ] Release the entire enemy group, send them back.
--[ ] With alcohol [insert type, varying cost]
--[ ] With nothing.
-[ ] Release one of the enemy group, detain the rest. Send her back:
--[ ] With alcohol [insert type, varying cost]
--[ ] With nothing.
-[ ] Release none of the enemy group, detain them all.
-[ ] Zombie Shenanigans. You have A PLAN.
Round of drinks: -1 silver. Current silvers: 23.