Conviction

Division X Agent
Apocalyptic: Top 20
Arcane v. Plague
29 April - 5 May 2018

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Snoops around and understands the sprawling underground caverns of our lair, more than anyone else, even Verity and Gable. As such, is usually the person to ask if something needs to be found - especially the things that have a habit of walking off in the night.

Big fan of DarkRoast's drinks, especially her espresso - constantly downs her coffee when she can and is always a willing guinea pig for anything new the concoctionist may come up with.



There's something amiss in the lair
And Conviction's going to track it to its roots
As the detective of the clan
She's determined to discover what's afoot

Objects have gone missing
Things one no one would think to take
And when personal effects start to vanish
Conviction's called to the case

Her questioning starts with the victims
Of the clan's mysterious thief
And when they saw her marching towards them
They told their tales with anger and relief

Avarice's pet bird's roost is hanging
On the very last of its chewed-through ropes
And Titania's peppermint garden has turned up
With a mug belonging to Dark Roast

Celeritas's satchel has vanished
From right under his nose
Full of important documents
It's got him in the woes

"Why would anyone take those things?"
Is the first question Conviction asks
As Avarice hovers protectively over his bird
And Titiania meekly offers her an herbal mash

"Probably a birdnapper," Avarice growls.
Celeritas asks, "But who'd want to take that avian fiend?"
"A Familiar might be of suspicion," Titania suggests,
"For I've found a strange feather from someone's wings."

Avarice frowns at the discovery.
"It could've come from just about anyone,
"But if a dragon isn't behind this,
"Then I agree a Familiar might be the one."

It's true that the clan's had a Duskrat invasion
So off to the hoard Conviction goes
Nodding smartly to Arthgallo as she strolls
And accepting a coffee from Dark Roast

She heads on to the clan's storage rooms
To see Farthori keeping the pests at bay
For some reason no one's understood
From him critters tend to stay away

Conviction greets him with a "good morning,"
And asks him how it's been
And if he's noticed any of the rats
Escaping his discipline

Farthori just shakes his head and says they had yet to get past
But perhaps someone had smuggled them away when they last trespassed
"And who was the last dragon you've seen walking those halls?"
"That would be our alchemist Thyone, who looked quite flabbergast."

"The alchemist, is it?" Conviction muses as she wanders off on her own
"Well, I do often see him doing research all on his own
"I don't believe he's a thief, but I suppose we'll just have to see
"After all, you never know someone's true face till their cover has been blown."

So she visits the weary alchemist in his small research lab
Asking him if there's evidence of this thievery to be had
Thyone has a flush on his face and doesn't look her in the eye
"Come on, Thyone, tell me, and please don't lie."

"There's nothing, really," the alchemist mutters in an undertone,
"I've work to do, I'm quite behind, so just leave me alone.
"If you're looking for a thief, this is the last place you should come
"Now, if you'll excuse me, there's work to be done."

"You're acting quite suspicious," she says, "and I wish that weren't the case
"For right now you have 'suspect' written all over your face
"I don't think Betelguese would be happy to learn that you're a thief
"Come on, Thyone, don't make me have to search the place."

"Alright, alright, there's something wrong, I will have to admit,
"A few of my things have gone missing," the researcher relents.
"They're nothing important, just a vial of sulfur or two."
Conviction peers around him and asks. "You mean that vial right beside you?"

Thyone glances at it and gives a jerk of surprise
"Why, I didn't see it there, I'd yet to realize."
"Now that I've found it, I'm sure you can go,"
Conviction just sighs, and says, "Thyone, I'm not a fool."

"I know you're hiding something, you can't trick me with your lies
"I can question you, or I can get our kind Avarice,
"So stop stalling and start talking; I see guilt in your eyes.
"Or I promise I'll barge right in and see what's got you occupied."

Just then she notices a folded note in his claws,
Lunging forward, she snatches it away with a drawl
"Sweet Arcanist, is this a love note I see?"
"It's not true, none of it," Thyone yelps, "It doesn't concern me!"

Conviction shakes her head and laughs, "Is this a note from Betelguese?"
Thyone huffs and says, "It's just some fool trying to make fun of me.
"It was on my desk when I came to work this early morning
"I found the note tied to Betel's weighing scale and some of his jewelry."

"And it's not him?" Conviction asks, "The flirting looks pretty convincing."
"I'd know if it was Betel," Thyone grumbles, flushed, "I know his handwriting."
Conviction stifles a giggle and wondered if the alchemist knew
That his crush on Betelguese wasn't just known by a few

"But wait, if it's a fake love note," she says, "Why is your face so red?
"Are you sure nothing on here is true, or is that just in your head?"
"It's just a prank," Thyone insists, "Nothing on there is true!
"Hey Betel," Conviction calls to the Imperial walking by, "Thyone says he doesn't love you!"

Betelguese stares at Thyone with a confused expression on his face
Conviction chokes back laughter and quickly scampers away
As she leaves the hall, she hears Thyone stammering and whimpering apologies
Well, even if she'd yet to crack the case, at least things had been entertaining

A bird cage, a lost bag, and a mug that'd been replaced,
Added onto that was a love note used as a prank
And with handwriting in the equation now its those ranks
There was nothing to do but draw a complete blank

Head full of questions, Conviction decides to rest for the day
As she wanders towards her den, something catches her gaze
A leather satchel being tugged across the ground -
Why, sweet Arcanist, isn't that Celeritas' bag she'd found?

With wide eyes, Conviction leaps
And finds a tiny Imperial in her claws
He'd used a shrinking potion
To sneak around like an outlaw

"Well, well, what do we have here?" she asks
As Peisinoe tries to fly away
She snatches him calmly out of the air
And dangles him over her coffee of the day

"One word, one dip," she says, and hangs him over her drink
Peisinoe twists around and tries to get free with a shriek
The detective warns, "I swear to Arcanist I'll use you as a swizzle stick
"If you don't stop right now and tell me all your tricks!"

"Fine, it was me!" the miniaturized Imp admits
"I was simply trying to see everyone's reactions!"
"I sawed through Avarice's bird cage, and took the mug from Dark Roast,"
"I took Celeritas' satchel and wrote those faked love notes!"

Conviction just shakes her head and asks, "Why would you do all that?"
Peisinoe shrugs and replies, "Just to get a good laugh.
"But look, in the end, no harm was done!
"And you did get a good laugh out of Betelguese and Thyone!"

Well, case closed was case closed, Conviction thought
Even if she'd caught the thief by pure luck
She let Peisinoe go with just a warning
And told him not to run amok

"This time you're facing me, next time will be Avarice,
"And I'm telling you, when he catches you, he's not going to be nice."
Peisinoe nods quickly and apologizes very sincerely
And so, having cracked the case, Conviction decides to leave him be

Satisfied with a job well done, she retires for the day
If only she knew what other tricks Peisinoe's preparing to play...

Poem written by the wonderful MythicalViper :3




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