[Cyberia] Re: Cyberia: An Ill-Met Welcome

[Cyberia GM]

Asha had thought that a candid assessment of the pair would net her more
information so that she could know what to do.  But what she got was much
worse than she ever could have expected.  The formerly laconic pair seemed
now incessantly garrulous- it was all that she could do to keep up with the
spew of information.  She looked from one to the other as they tag-teamed
prating in a series of segues that made her head hurt.

She held up her hands.  "Hold ... On.  Give me a second, and I can at least
*try* to answer your questions."

"Robert," she said, tackling the easiest question first.  "No, I can't
recall that I've seen someone named Robert.  I'd remember something so ...
Normal."

"You are a ... clone.  Not an Alpha?  But a clone of an original Amberite?
I've never heard of such."  She scrutinized Dot, even while she attempted to
avoid Suhuy's sniffing- more for wanting to stay a safe distance away from
Pretty than anything else.  "Which Amberite?"

"And you... You're an actual Elder?  But I don't know of a Suhuy... Rook
never mentioned anyone named Suhuy.  Not of Amber... Then Chaos?"

"And while we're on that subject... Restore Chaos?  That's already been
tried, and look what happened here.  Why would you *ever* want to do that?
Rook was beside himself when he found out what Morgan had done," she said,
looking from one of them to the other.  "That catastrophe was worse than
anything that Crown ever could have unleashed."

"Why do you think you could succeed?"