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Post by Shinzon on Jul 15, 2018 19:33:49 GMT -8
She turned around at that, murder in her eyes. "I could dissolve your body and nobody would know", she spoke in a quiet tone. "Nobody would care. I'd keep your bones for ingredients and nobody would miss you." Clutching the dagger inside of her coat, she stared into his eyes with intense anger. Then, she shrugged and turned back around, the moment gone. "Then stop punching slave owners in the face. Money buys everything."
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Post by Kidney on Jul 15, 2018 19:51:41 GMT -8
Leoman smirked, "Could you really? Would you dissolve me? Where? How? Slowly? Quickly?" he continued, raising his hands together as if compelled by invisible manacles, "Or are you blustering, and you don't have enough to finish the job? My afterlife was taken from me a long time ago, I'm not going down to a woman with acid. At least, unless I say so."
"And to be frank, I'll counter your last point, as indeed, two nuns would miss me. I swept the floors with them."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 16, 2018 16:35:34 GMT -8
/Lekalis/ With some haste, but much less than one might apply to a meeting with a would-be assassin, Lekalis made to trot Tilly off and up the steps to the Sanitarium; a hand falling to the small of her back, delighting in the familiar curve of her waist and hips, "You'll have to tell me how you met them..." He remarked off-handedly, smiling proudly; he felt reassured in their endeavor already. A leper... He paused, looking to Tilly with a rejuvenated smile, "... A Leper is a desperate man, but a worthy one. I wouldn't doubt his loyalty, even now; the affliction has a way of reshuffling one's priorities to something nobler." His gaze drifted to the dog as well, "And a Dog's dedication needs no explanation." Lekalis continued, the drip of paranoia had ceased, for a time. And for once, without the need for wine or lust... It was a feeling he'd long since forgotten. "You've done well in scant a day's passing; you'd make a good Lord." He complimented his Love with an intimate pat upon the posterior. "You'll have to tell me how you did it; might learn a thing or two, considering you didn't get stuck with a blade in the process." He smirked, as he made to ascend the Sanitarium steps and breach its confines... \Lekalis enters the Sanitarium...\ --- [Arriving from the Hamlet Streets.] Tilly's mouth pressed into a hard line in a bid to suppress a smile, if only to shame Lekalis by some means. She sidestepped, narrowly avoiding Elsa, who had padded in alongside Tilly and was making her way forward to investigate the new, alien scents of the Sanitarium. Grasping for his hand to hold, she lead the way down the hall, where she had last deposited Sicherlein. "Even better: that Leper was betting against me for the dog. I convinced him to pay for it himself." She smiled in full, cheekily, and snapped her fingers to beckon Elsa to stay close as they made their way through the hall. Onwards to meet Sicherlein. It would be refreshing to meet her while she had the upper hand, for once. "It's not going to be enough..." She predicted, grimly, and then shrugged... |
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 16, 2018 16:53:12 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
Lekalis squinted scrutinizingly in riposte to Tilly's attempt at stern shame,
"Come now, what did you tell him? Did you play the poor damsel in distress?" He cooed the last teasingly as he kept an eye on Elsa, happy to have a companion in tow... It certainly made this endeavor feel a touch more public than their typical forray.
Even if the prospect of stealing away in some medicinal closet or the like was scandalously appetizing.
Here grim, punctual, remark did serve to hammer down his initial hopeful vibe. She had a point... As strong as a leper might be, and loyal as a hound was, both could be gunned or cut down. Granted...
"... They'll give us a fighting chance." He cleared his throat, finding Tilly' searching hand and giving it a quick squeeze.
The Sanitarium's dire architecture didn't seem so frightening with his Love in tow, and he found himself rather eager to meet this assassin. He wondered what had changed, if anything, since he'd last seen the outside world.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 16, 2018 17:04:41 GMT -8
"I told them I know everyone that matters in this town-- 'specially folks who won't be likely to stab you in the back." Tilly squinted back over her shoulder and counted the identical doors leading down the hall.
Of course, she supposed that a guard being posted outside would do enough to reveal where Sicherlein is.
"We'll need to find more than what we've got. It's a good start, but..." She stopped and, finding the door, gestured loosely at it.
It was unattended by guards, but she heard voices on the inside, which was as promising as long as Elsa seemed at ease. She was certain that this was where they were meant to go.
"...Ah, here we are."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 16, 2018 17:11:03 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Truly?" Lekalis asked skeptically, leaning away from her to gauge whether her face held the secret to some unspoken lie; her words sounded too true, too confident to be a lie in themselves. And her haphazard remark on the matter seemed to imply much the same in her face.
"My... You've a talent then. I reckon it won't mater what oils and balms and massages I make, you could probably sell a massage from that leper to a bloody nun if you felt like it." He scoffed with a hint of admiration and playful jealousy.
The Ex-Lord's features grew a bit steely as they poised themselves before the apparent door to the Assassin, he assumed to take a step or two forward, noting the voices as well, his own decibels dropped to be a polite whisper.
"Should we wait or..? Sounds like folk are inside." He pointed out, no doubt unnecessarily; Tilly seemed to have caught the muffled tenor of conversation as much as he had, much before too.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 16, 2018 17:30:50 GMT -8
Tilly frowned at the door and then shook her head, stepping forward.
"No, no; either it's a guard or a Gunsche at the door. There's no reason to wait on either of them."
Snapping her fingers again, this time pointing at the ground, she signaled for Elsa to stand guard outside. To Tilly's satisfaction, Elsa agreed, and sat rigidly upright with her ears alert.
She knocked on the door, neglecting to introduce herself just yet...
"Hello? Who's in here?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 16, 2018 17:46:07 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He nodded kindly, accepting a less leading role in the current play at hand; though all the same, he let a hand rest casually upon his falchion. His cloak falling close about his arm, concealing his potential draw.
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/Sicherlein/
"Mmm, invigorating tonics, meine freunde. You should try one..." She teased with obvious misdirection in her suddenly sweetish tone, though at the call of a memorable, Islander accent, she soured again and sighed.
Sicherlein flexed her wounded hand and winced at the pain in her shoulder. It was a strange thing, how pain and the tendons of the body worked together... She hated it right now, of course. Hated many things.
With a resigning half-yawn, she fell back unto the bed, preparing for whatever nusiance of an inquisition the naive and big nosed woman had concocted.
"Zere should be a flat tin, filled with warm water in my coat's inner pocket... Mix in the phial of brown powder, and shake it thusly--" She made to lazily, scandalously, jerk her hand above her waist before making a flowering motion with her hand.
"-- You will have coffee." She sang quietly,
"Like magic."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 16, 2018 18:53:36 GMT -8
Meriwether watched her motions, perplexed, and with some curiosity until realization hit him with a flush of his face.
"I don't want any of your coffee." He grumbled childishly, smoothing the letters in his pocket as he rose to attend to the door.
"Who'sit?" He asked, through the door, and waited for a response...
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"Tilly!" Was the right answer that permitted Meriwether to open the door for her. She watched the guard's gaze fixate on her red-cloaked Husband, but a brief and mumbled assurance to the guard put him at ease.
After they'd been filed in, the guard shut the door behind them.
Tilly would step aside to allow room for Lekalis to enter, but she looked about, immediately finding her eye drawn to the table of evidence against the wall.
She was eager to look through it, but she brought her focus to the rather sour-looking Sicherlein for the moment.
"You're looking well; better than I'd thought..."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 16, 2018 18:59:51 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a Lordly bow of the brow, he took the greeting and stole himself into the room with a flourish of the cloak; Meriwether's face seemed distantly memorable... One of the boys who'd hunted Fenrik, he gave him a quick pat on the shoulder and a friendly, small, smile as he passed by him and eyed the blonde haired woman chained to the table, a frown quickly creasing his lips.
By lack of composure alone he smelled the green on her. There was no way the Gusnches would let this woman operate as a full fledged agent of theirs... Her capture being prime suspect, but her unkempt nature... The way she looked indignantly up to the ceiling.
Lekalis' mouth flapped open for a moment before it shut.
All the same, she could very well be a rookie of some sort.
It was best to handle the evidence at hand than to fuss over what could and could not be. And so, he presumed to step towards the woman's articles of clothing, making to sort through it, he paused and looked to Meriwether,
"Lekalis; you don't mind if I look through her things, Ser...?"
/Sicherlein/
She simply crossed her legs, and rested her hands flat on her stomach as she screwed her eyes shut and tried her best not to let the frown on her lips wrinkle her skin.
The fact both her quarries stood in this very room was insulting.
What she'd do for a dagger and a good arm...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 17, 2018 18:31:45 GMT -8
"Er, no, not at all." Meriwether stepped away from the table to allow Lekalis a look.
Doubly, he slipped the letters out of his pocket and extended it to Lekalis.
"I found this with all the rest, in her coat, too; I can't read it." He glanced to the papers a touch sheepishly. "Can you, ser?"
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Sicherlein seemed upset, to put it lightly, Tilly noted with some satisfaction. She did not forget that this woman would've done worse to her if she was given the opportunity.
She cocked her head and watched her be rather pointedly quiet.
"How do you feel...? Are you well?" She pressed on for some sort of response...
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 17, 2018 18:44:26 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The Ex-Lord smiled kindly and nodded,
"Aye, I can... no doubt the words are all garbled in some fancy code. It'll take me--" He stopped as he carefully made to pick up the papers, his brow rose and his smile was happy and curious.
"-- Oh this is a curious one indeed." He hummed to himself as he looked about for a chair, before presuming to seat himself lightly on the table.
"Parts of it are German, see?" He made to show Meriwether the odd umlaut and scharfes. His finger pointed to them respectively, then to the more warbled scriptures that seemed to wriggle and writhe on the page itself,
"And Dunish, here. From the Sandfolk of Araby..." Lekalis shared a glance to Sicherlein, a knowing smile on his lips before he looked to Meriwether, then the paper again.
"It'll take some time, but I can read it out... Just give me a few moments.", he paused just before he started,
"Ah, and thank you, boy... What's your name?"
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/Sicherlein/
"No." She said flatly, and made to raise her bad arm, before wincing and made to curl slightly so the wound wasn't being pressed upon. Her azullian eyes flicked off to a distant corner as she pouted.
Sicherlein tried her best to save some dignity by crossing and curling her legs up slightly.
"You?" She asked with due sass and sneer.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 17, 2018 19:13:15 GMT -8
"You know a lot of languages." Meriwether admired, squinting at the alien text that, to him, all blended together in a mess of incomprehensible symbols.
Perhaps this man ought to be part of the guard, but he seemed to be more of a mercenary.
He was oddly mentally sound for a mercenary-- same with his apparent wife, if he recognized the name right.
"I'm Meriwether of the Hamlet Guard, ser."
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"I'm well."
Tilly shrugged, leaning against the bedpost, albeit well away from Sicherlein's feet. She wasn't feeling up to being kicked.
"You're quite pretty without that mask, y'know. Why do you keep it on?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 17, 2018 19:20:34 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Pleased to meet you..." He muttered with a nod, though he glanced up as a means for a half-way apology for not properly acknowledging the man. He knew guards to be finnicky sorts, especially youths. The sort of power that comes with it can be almost as intoxicating as the power that comes with being a Lord... Though the Guard oft had a sour temprament from the rabble they dealt with.
All the same, this one seemed decent enough. He wondered how much it'd take to convince the boy to protect him, instead of the Hamlet as a whole.
"... They don't have a Scribe of sorts for the Guard, to teach you?" He inquired, as if the matter was normal.
He read on.
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/Sicherlein/
"Why do you wear your hat?" She asked in countenance, sparing a glance over to Tilly and immediately regretted it. She looked practically unscathed... a part of her still looked a bit exhausted, but it was a weight that came from something else. Like an ailement of sorts; the way her breathing was a tad heavier, her neck a bit tenser.
It enraptured Sicherlein's curiosity, to read a person, she shift and made to rise; using her bad arm, she made another regret and hissed as she felt fresh blood spread through the bandages and stain the pit of her shirt, before she used her good arm and rose properly.
It would take some getting used to, that's for sure... She doubted she had that much time, though.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 18, 2018 1:34:38 GMT -8
Meriwether stared hard at the letter, as though he could divine its meaning just by sheer will and virtue of standing next to someone who could.
He was unbothered by his lack of literacy; it was simply another language he couldn't speak, and translators were rife in the Hamlet.
"No..." He answered slowly, perplexed, and shook his head, "They haven't got any reason to. I don't need to read."
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"Because it's pretty." Tilly answered simply, a touch cheeky until she spotted that blot of red spread from the underarm.
She felt a flicker of guilt; she had no intention to cripple the woman so severely as she had. Sicherlein had lost much of her bite when stripped of that mask and coat of knives, with one good arm left. She felt as though she had dismantled the woman.
...She'd have done the same to Tilly, if not worse, she reminded herself. Again.
Tilly half-turned to Meriwether and asked, "Have you any bandages?", pointing to the end table that he was standing next to, "Check that drawer, there.
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