For a moment Thad's attention focused on the chocolate bug being crunched in Puck's mouth and he unconsciously scrunched up his nose. But only for a moment. "Whew!" he said. "You sound like Professor Blaha. So you want me - us," he glanced at Dianelopa who stood there silently taking it all in, "to get a seal for the morgue out of that place for you, and whatever else I take is mine and you keep your mouth shut about that and we're all happy?" He looked at Puck not really expecting much of an answer.
Puck nicked slightly, at least enough so Thad took it to mean, you've got it.
So Thad turned to Dianelopa, "you're coming too. Like to guard. You got that super hearing and sniffing," he laughed slightly.
But Dianelopa frowned, "you're making fun of me."
"No," he said. "I need you for a job like this."
"I'm not a thief," said Dianelopa. "I'm a wolf. Yeah. You guessed it didn't you."
"Well, you not going to steal," said Thad. "You gonna be a wolf, if that's what you want to be."
"No, I don't want to be," said Dianelopa pouting. "I just am."
"Sure," said Thad. "Well, you do this for him," he jabbed his thumb toward Puck. "You got us into this. Remember? Not me. So come on. We go." He took the map Puck had given him and headed toward the door.
Dianelopa followed him. But Thad stopped and looked back at Puck. "It's better to wait til it gets dark. We don't want to be seen going in there now do we. You not too impatient for this are you?" He took Dianelopa's hand and walked through the weeds down to the river. "Here's a nice place to wait for dusk," he said sitting down. "And 'eres what you do when we get there. Listen and smell. If you notice anything amiss poke me if I'm near and bark if not."
"Bark?"
"Yeah, like a dog. A wolf can do that can't it? Folks don't notice a dog barking. There so much of them. Don't talk unless I ask a question."
Thus it was that as the sun dipped below the horizon, Thad and Dianelopa wandered through the town, holding hands, looking like innocents lovers, while the inhabitants filled the streets scurrying home, not noticing the two but thinking only of supper and rest.
By the time they reached the Venreace mansion the streets had pretty much emptied out. Thad said nothing, but let Dianelopa's hand fall and she noticed a slight tensing of his muscles.
"Here?" she asked. But he didn't answer, so she said nothing more.
Although it was hardly noticeable Thad was carefully studying the place to find the best way to enter without being noticed. The place was surrounded by a high iron fence which was still in good condition since the inhabitants had not been dead for terribly long. The gate was locked.
"Listen and sniff," whispered Thad.
Dianelopa did as she was told. "Nothing nearby," she whispered back.
"Then it's over we go," he said and more or less sprang over the fence.
Dianelopa was no less agile and she followed him.
They made their way silently up to the house, stopping every few steps so Dianelopa could sniff and listen. At the back door, Dianelopa poked Thad and shook her head.
"Wha?" he muttered under his breathe.
She shook her head again and pointed at the house.
Thad understood that it wasn't empty.
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Re: Rendezvous
His dreams were oddly blank and full of darkness, but not terrible by any means. Morry awoke, blissfully unaware of the approaching thieves and of the potential trouble he had gotten himself into simply by hopping the fence and climbing into the place without a care in the world. So it was that he gathered himself from the plush, likely expensive rug and began rooting around in the cupboards for something to eat.
Most of what he found was horribly old; a bit of moldy bread here, hardened cheese there, but there were a few bits of produce that were still sort of decent to eat. Morry grabbed himself an apple, which in many places was squishy and soft as an apple shouldn't be, and bit into it with a savage sort of hunger. He traveled down the vast network of hallways here, picking at paintings on the walls and wondering what overstuffed windbag had lived here before. His poor, human sense of smell didn't help with anything, but he did note the stuffy, dusty nature of the home he wandered in.
Once the apple was finished (it had turned a nasty brown coloration during his nighttime walk), he dropped it on the floor without much care and returned to the kitchen, moving and shuffling plates and boxes everywhere, searching for something to eat or steal for later.
During this movement, he shifted the wrong box and a stack of plates went clattering to the ground below, shattering and causing so much noise that anyone near the home would've known something was amiss. Morry stared at the disrepair before him, chunks and bits of ceramic ware strewn about the kitchen, and grumbled to himself. "Damn it," he muttered, eyes shifting warily to the windows and hoping that nobody had heard him. He moved into the next hallway with the painting of a silver knight, gulping, but still painfully unaware of any other presence.
Most of what he found was horribly old; a bit of moldy bread here, hardened cheese there, but there were a few bits of produce that were still sort of decent to eat. Morry grabbed himself an apple, which in many places was squishy and soft as an apple shouldn't be, and bit into it with a savage sort of hunger. He traveled down the vast network of hallways here, picking at paintings on the walls and wondering what overstuffed windbag had lived here before. His poor, human sense of smell didn't help with anything, but he did note the stuffy, dusty nature of the home he wandered in.
Once the apple was finished (it had turned a nasty brown coloration during his nighttime walk), he dropped it on the floor without much care and returned to the kitchen, moving and shuffling plates and boxes everywhere, searching for something to eat or steal for later.
During this movement, he shifted the wrong box and a stack of plates went clattering to the ground below, shattering and causing so much noise that anyone near the home would've known something was amiss. Morry stared at the disrepair before him, chunks and bits of ceramic ware strewn about the kitchen, and grumbled to himself. "Damn it," he muttered, eyes shifting warily to the windows and hoping that nobody had heard him. He moved into the next hallway with the painting of a silver knight, gulping, but still painfully unaware of any other presence.
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"I heard that", whispered Thad. "Sounds like some animal knocking around."
Dianelopa sniffed through the keyhole. "Doesn't smell like any animal I know, except..maybe, a bit human."
"They said the place was empty," said Thad. "Why's a human there?"
"Part human," said Dianelopa.
"Well, we find another way to get in," Thad murmured. "We don't want to be seen, but we need to see what it is. Come." He walked around the house, looking for a way to get in, an unlocked window or doorway leading to the basement. In the front the house was partly visible from the street, but it was dark. There was a unlocked basement window that was very small.
"Can you get through that?" he whispered, pushing it open. It made a loud squeak. "Wait," he said. "Be sure no one heard." He pulled Dianelopa behind a bush. But all they heard were the rustling of leaves as a slight breeze blew.
Dianelopa peered through the open window into the basement. "It's full of water here," she whispered. "Look. We'd have to wade through it."
"Follow me," said Thad. He squeezed through the window and carefully let himself down until his feet touched the water.
Dianelopa sniffed through the keyhole. "Doesn't smell like any animal I know, except..maybe, a bit human."
"They said the place was empty," said Thad. "Why's a human there?"
"Part human," said Dianelopa.
"Well, we find another way to get in," Thad murmured. "We don't want to be seen, but we need to see what it is. Come." He walked around the house, looking for a way to get in, an unlocked window or doorway leading to the basement. In the front the house was partly visible from the street, but it was dark. There was a unlocked basement window that was very small.
"Can you get through that?" he whispered, pushing it open. It made a loud squeak. "Wait," he said. "Be sure no one heard." He pulled Dianelopa behind a bush. But all they heard were the rustling of leaves as a slight breeze blew.
Dianelopa peered through the open window into the basement. "It's full of water here," she whispered. "Look. We'd have to wade through it."
"Follow me," said Thad. He squeezed through the window and carefully let himself down until his feet touched the water.
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Morry turned toward a small noise quite a ways away, and steadily began to wander toward it, though he had no idea where he was going and he had stopped caring about being quiet; his footsteps were disgustingly heavy. The floor creaked beneath his weight.
Meanwhile, the disturbance of the water that had collected in the basement due to a burst pipe (which nobody had bothered to fix) stirred something. Beneath the surface, anything could lie in wait. As a ripple was sent drifting across the large pool, bubbles began to appear on the surface of the water some ways away. If one was paying attention or listening closely, they would see of course that it appeared something was moving; something awfully large, and something potentially dangerous.
"Wait," Thad said, putting an arm out to stop Dianelopa behind him. "What is that?"
Below the surface of the dark water, two, amphibious eyes peered up at the pair. They belonged to a gigantic toad the size of a large dog, looking at them ominously. Her sticky tongue was a readied weapon, her huge webbed feet looking to propel her at them, these strangers in her home.
Meanwhile, the disturbance of the water that had collected in the basement due to a burst pipe (which nobody had bothered to fix) stirred something. Beneath the surface, anything could lie in wait. As a ripple was sent drifting across the large pool, bubbles began to appear on the surface of the water some ways away. If one was paying attention or listening closely, they would see of course that it appeared something was moving; something awfully large, and something potentially dangerous.
"Wait," Thad said, putting an arm out to stop Dianelopa behind him. "What is that?"
Below the surface of the dark water, two, amphibious eyes peered up at the pair. They belonged to a gigantic toad the size of a large dog, looking at them ominously. Her sticky tongue was a readied weapon, her huge webbed feet looking to propel her at them, these strangers in her home.
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Dianelopa was not a water creature. Her home was more like a dust bowl much of the time. But she recognized this thing whatever it was that was moving toward Thad as ominous. "Get out," she croaked.
"What's the matter?" asked Thad who had been concentrating on the water below him and hadn't yet noticed the thing behind him.
"It's coming toward you...NOW!" Dianelopa wasn't whispering anymore.
Thad turned his head to look and at that moment the long tongue of the toad shot out at Thad and twirled around his legs immobilizing them. "Ou," he said.
Dianelopa grabbed his hands that still held the window ledge in order to pull him out. But the window was very small and Thad had squirmed to get through it. Now as Dianelopa tried to pull him out his shoulders jammed against the window frame and she couldn't get him any further.
The toad, in the meantime, had firmed its grip on Thad's legs and was pulling him toward the water.
"Oh oij oij," Dianelopa muttered when she saw what was happening. She tried to bend down to reach Thad's shoulders, but the slight lessening of her grip gave the toad a chance to pull Thad further in its direction. In desparation Dianelopa forgot about being quiet and screamed at the top of her lungs, "HELP!"
"What's the matter?" asked Thad who had been concentrating on the water below him and hadn't yet noticed the thing behind him.
"It's coming toward you...NOW!" Dianelopa wasn't whispering anymore.
Thad turned his head to look and at that moment the long tongue of the toad shot out at Thad and twirled around his legs immobilizing them. "Ou," he said.
Dianelopa grabbed his hands that still held the window ledge in order to pull him out. But the window was very small and Thad had squirmed to get through it. Now as Dianelopa tried to pull him out his shoulders jammed against the window frame and she couldn't get him any further.
The toad, in the meantime, had firmed its grip on Thad's legs and was pulling him toward the water.
"Oh oij oij," Dianelopa muttered when she saw what was happening. She tried to bend down to reach Thad's shoulders, but the slight lessening of her grip gave the toad a chance to pull Thad further in its direction. In desparation Dianelopa forgot about being quiet and screamed at the top of her lungs, "HELP!"
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Something was definitely in here. Shakily, Morry found his hand reaching for a poker beside a small fireplace, grabbing it and then holding it like some sort of very efficient weapon, though in reality he merely held an old, dusty piece of blunt metal. Oh well. It was more for uh, mental security purposes anyhow.
The noises beneath him increased and Morry found his way down a flight of stairs into a cellar or a basement of some sort. It was large, however, and water had flooded the area. There were shrieks and odd noises from some sort of creature, splashing sounds and the echoing of such sounds coming from the concrete walls of the room. As he made his way toward the noises to investigate (mainly because there was a female voice amongst all of this mess).
Wondering what was going on, Morry moved slowly anyway, and it was only when a high, shrill call for help sounded from the girl that the werewolf forced his small weight through the water until he was met with something that made him shriek himself and clutch the poker tightly in his lanky arms.
A giant toad was attacking a pretty girl and some dude. Why they were there he didn't really care, but there was a girl involved and so, Morry did something then that was so unlike him, it's amazing he did it at all. He might have run but instead, he jabbed the poker at the toad's gunky skin. The toad shifted, though it was still intent on having Thad for its dinner. Morry charged forward and pushed the blunt, but sharper tip a couple inches into the toad and then it released Thad and rounded on him, slurping and looking very aggravated. "Uh..."
Thad had fallen into the water, but was unharmed aside from the thick layer of slime on his legs.
The toad hopped toward Morry and readied her tongue, and Morry had to duck underneath the rather shallow water to avoid it. He poked the toad in the eye and it suddenly gave an angry screech, distracted with a bloodied, blinded eye for the moment. Shakily, Morry accidentally dropped the poker into the water and fumbled briefly for it with his hands, his head quickly shifting to the open window and his eyes widening with hope.
Half-crawling because of the slippery ground and dense water, Morry clambered up to the window, uttering a high-pitched, "HEEEUGH!" Mainly because the toad had turned back toward him and had narrowed her good eye to focus on him.
The noises beneath him increased and Morry found his way down a flight of stairs into a cellar or a basement of some sort. It was large, however, and water had flooded the area. There were shrieks and odd noises from some sort of creature, splashing sounds and the echoing of such sounds coming from the concrete walls of the room. As he made his way toward the noises to investigate (mainly because there was a female voice amongst all of this mess).
Wondering what was going on, Morry moved slowly anyway, and it was only when a high, shrill call for help sounded from the girl that the werewolf forced his small weight through the water until he was met with something that made him shriek himself and clutch the poker tightly in his lanky arms.
A giant toad was attacking a pretty girl and some dude. Why they were there he didn't really care, but there was a girl involved and so, Morry did something then that was so unlike him, it's amazing he did it at all. He might have run but instead, he jabbed the poker at the toad's gunky skin. The toad shifted, though it was still intent on having Thad for its dinner. Morry charged forward and pushed the blunt, but sharper tip a couple inches into the toad and then it released Thad and rounded on him, slurping and looking very aggravated. "Uh..."
Thad had fallen into the water, but was unharmed aside from the thick layer of slime on his legs.
The toad hopped toward Morry and readied her tongue, and Morry had to duck underneath the rather shallow water to avoid it. He poked the toad in the eye and it suddenly gave an angry screech, distracted with a bloodied, blinded eye for the moment. Shakily, Morry accidentally dropped the poker into the water and fumbled briefly for it with his hands, his head quickly shifting to the open window and his eyes widening with hope.
Half-crawling because of the slippery ground and dense water, Morry clambered up to the window, uttering a high-pitched, "HEEEUGH!" Mainly because the toad had turned back toward him and had narrowed her good eye to focus on him.
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Re: Rendezvous
Thad discovering himself miraculously freed headed in the direction the stranger had come from, thinking he could get upstairs, make a quick search and get out before the stranger got out of his predicament. That it could be a fatal predicament didn't occur to Thad. He stopped a moment though and shouted to Dianelopa that she should run to the back door again, so he could let her in.
Dianelopa, however, was in no doubt that now someone else who had, in fact, saved Thad's life, was in mortal danger. "He saved your life," she called nervously. "Do something."
"I am," said Thad. "Now hurry up and come to the back door."
Dianelopa took a step backwards, but then heard the stranger's desparate cry and saw him grabbing the window ledge. "It's very small," she said. "I don't think you'll be able to get through it."
By now the toad had slung out its tongue again, but its disturbed vision and somewhat weakened state caused it to miss its booty. That wasn't deterring it though. It was preparing for another attack.
Dianelopa was assessing the stranger's size and thought he was somewhat thicker in the middle than Thad. "No," she said. "You'll never make it out. Move away and I'll try to get in. I'm smaller than you." Without waiting for his answer, she started slithering through the window, landing more or less on top of the stranger's head. However, when she tried to disentangle herself she discovered she couldn't move. Her long skirt had somehow gotten caught on a piece of the wooden frame and was pinning her against the wall.
Dianelopa, however, was in no doubt that now someone else who had, in fact, saved Thad's life, was in mortal danger. "He saved your life," she called nervously. "Do something."
"I am," said Thad. "Now hurry up and come to the back door."
Dianelopa took a step backwards, but then heard the stranger's desparate cry and saw him grabbing the window ledge. "It's very small," she said. "I don't think you'll be able to get through it."
By now the toad had slung out its tongue again, but its disturbed vision and somewhat weakened state caused it to miss its booty. That wasn't deterring it though. It was preparing for another attack.
Dianelopa was assessing the stranger's size and thought he was somewhat thicker in the middle than Thad. "No," she said. "You'll never make it out. Move away and I'll try to get in. I'm smaller than you." Without waiting for his answer, she started slithering through the window, landing more or less on top of the stranger's head. However, when she tried to disentangle herself she discovered she couldn't move. Her long skirt had somehow gotten caught on a piece of the wooden frame and was pinning her against the wall.
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The signature stirrings of violent motion bristled in Anja's webbing, and she tensed, perfectly still as usual, reading the signs. The webs in the piping beneath the manor were too far removed from the manor itself to discern too much about the elements involved, except that one of them was definitely not human. Where has this come from, she grumbled to herself. Odd that I had overlooked it. Perhaps it, much like myself, is prone to stillness. A cave lurker of some sort. A rush of panic boiled up in her throat as she thought of Azomiy the Pythoness, having followed her to Marn, and in a twist of fate, chosen for her lair the very object of Anja's toils, the basement of the Venreace Mansion. But no, this third, foreign element was much smaller than Azomiy. There was a fourth as well, ever so much like Dianelopa in its imprint; in fact, Anja found it difficult to tell them apart. Interesting...
A baleful fury rose up in her as she thought of her plans being brought to ruin. She must have that seal... but it was quelled by the cold serendipity with which she was in the habit of arranging every aspect of her life. There was no use fretting about it now. All she could do was wait, legs braced against her feeler webs, for the next sign.
A baleful fury rose up in her as she thought of her plans being brought to ruin. She must have that seal... but it was quelled by the cold serendipity with which she was in the habit of arranging every aspect of her life. There was no use fretting about it now. All she could do was wait, legs braced against her feeler webs, for the next sign.
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Morry didn't fully understand what was going on. Oh, the bullshit he pulled for the dames. If only his good-for-nothing mother could see his dumb ass now, trying to fit through a window that was quite obviously too damn small for his big-boned self. Though he was by no means a porky man, he had a wide-set face and body and was just too big to fit.
The girl, whatever her lovely name was, kindly pointed this out to him but he was a little bit too concerned over the giant toad to be paying much attention to the girl. He hand his pale, sweaty palms out as if to protect himself from the toad's next strike of her great tongue.
Unfortunately, this didn't couple very well with a girl essentially landing on top of him (a position he might've cut fingers off for any other time in his sad, lame life) and somehow getting herself stuck to the wall. The weight, though Morry looked like he should've been stable, made his knees buckle and he fell to the ground while Lovely Dame's skirt remained firmly stuck on something, thereby causing it to rip and leave her hanging.
Out of time, Morry simply flew up, grabbed Lovely Dame's wrist and pulled her away toward the entry to the basement he had entered from. The skirt ripped, though it didn't remove itself entirely (shame) but Morry had stopped paying attention. He was forcibly pulling Lovely Dame into the mansion, forgetting about Thad entirely.
The toad struggled to keep up, as she was growing a bit lazy, and when Morry threw a large stone at her, she grumbled , hopped forward after them still, but slowed; there were easier things to eat than men with pokers and girls with ripped skirts.
Morry dragged the girl into the mansion, slammed the door behind him, and then fell down against the nearest wall. Thad, he hadn't been keeping track of, but was probably already somewhere inside or even somewhere outside once more. After struggling to breathe for what seemed like a ridiculous amount of time, he finally muttered, "I need a drink."
The girl, whatever her lovely name was, kindly pointed this out to him but he was a little bit too concerned over the giant toad to be paying much attention to the girl. He hand his pale, sweaty palms out as if to protect himself from the toad's next strike of her great tongue.
Unfortunately, this didn't couple very well with a girl essentially landing on top of him (a position he might've cut fingers off for any other time in his sad, lame life) and somehow getting herself stuck to the wall. The weight, though Morry looked like he should've been stable, made his knees buckle and he fell to the ground while Lovely Dame's skirt remained firmly stuck on something, thereby causing it to rip and leave her hanging.
Out of time, Morry simply flew up, grabbed Lovely Dame's wrist and pulled her away toward the entry to the basement he had entered from. The skirt ripped, though it didn't remove itself entirely (shame) but Morry had stopped paying attention. He was forcibly pulling Lovely Dame into the mansion, forgetting about Thad entirely.
The toad struggled to keep up, as she was growing a bit lazy, and when Morry threw a large stone at her, she grumbled , hopped forward after them still, but slowed; there were easier things to eat than men with pokers and girls with ripped skirts.
Morry dragged the girl into the mansion, slammed the door behind him, and then fell down against the nearest wall. Thad, he hadn't been keeping track of, but was probably already somewhere inside or even somewhere outside once more. After struggling to breathe for what seemed like a ridiculous amount of time, he finally muttered, "I need a drink."
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All of this had happened so fast that Dianelopa was feeling like things had spun out of control and she didn't like that. The man, whoever he was, had torn her off the wall, leaving half of her skirt behind, and making her feel a bit naked. The rest of the skirt was now slimy and sopping wet from slopping through the water. The man himself whom she'd expected to be entwined and perhaps eaten by the nasty toad, had shown himself to be more decisive and stronger than she'd imagined. In fact, it was becoming clear to her, he'd actually saved both Thad and herself from a possibly unpleasant fate. But now after dragging her up the stairs and into the mansion, he'd flopped exhausted to the floor and seemed to be asking for something to drink in a pitiful voice. Dianelopa stared at him without knowing what to think.
Thad in the meantime, had gone to the back door and opened it, but when Dianelopa didn't appear he went back through the kitchen and heard the sound of the man and Dianelopa coming up the stairs, opening and then slamming the door that a short while ago he himself had entered. Instead of going up to them, he decided to hide and spy on them. However much he was enamored of Dianelopa, he was too experienced to be overwhelmed by blind trust. Maybe this man was someone she knew or had even planned to meet here.
After a seemingly long and awkward silence during which Dianelopa gawked at the man, she finally came sufficiently to her senses to ask, "who are you and what are you doing here?
Thad in the meantime, had gone to the back door and opened it, but when Dianelopa didn't appear he went back through the kitchen and heard the sound of the man and Dianelopa coming up the stairs, opening and then slamming the door that a short while ago he himself had entered. Instead of going up to them, he decided to hide and spy on them. However much he was enamored of Dianelopa, he was too experienced to be overwhelmed by blind trust. Maybe this man was someone she knew or had even planned to meet here.
After a seemingly long and awkward silence during which Dianelopa gawked at the man, she finally came sufficiently to her senses to ask, "who are you and what are you doing here?
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It was amazing the sorts of things you could accomplish when you wanted to save a damsel in distress. Anyway, Morry was feeling downright dead. He wanted to get to the nearest bar possible. Heck, there was probably a good bottle of something in here somewhere. After all, what kind of toad-infested mansion didn't have a good bit of ale? He wanted to get up and look for something, but his muscles were tired and he felt like if he tried to move he would just sort of explode.
He was laying there for a while, not really particularly interested in anything at all. Even Lovely Dame's ripped skirt had avoided his attention, until said woman spoke and demanded that he speak his name and business. Morry gawked back at her, his eyes slowly traveling to the mass of fabric that remained of her skirt.
He smiled.
"I'm whateve' ya' wan' me to be, baby," he answered, grinning widely. "Name's Morry, baby."
He was laying there for a while, not really particularly interested in anything at all. Even Lovely Dame's ripped skirt had avoided his attention, until said woman spoke and demanded that he speak his name and business. Morry gawked back at her, his eyes slowly traveling to the mass of fabric that remained of her skirt.
He smiled.
"I'm whateve' ya' wan' me to be, baby," he answered, grinning widely. "Name's Morry, baby."
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Thad's little spy game did not last long, and no intelligence could be gleaned from the awkward silence that passed between his subjects, excepting a better look at this new chap. Scrawny, yet somehow four-cornered, Morry seemed to have the frame of a gutted boxer. Thad smiled to himself watching the man heave and sigh, his chest interrupting four pie-shaped strips of moonlight that had imposed themselves on the floor from a high port window in the back door, and now revealed the malnourished curvatures of a pronounced ribcage beneath shabby apparel.
Nondescript was the word, and in Thad's mind, he easily made the minor adjustment required to pass Morry off as insignificant. This eased Thad's chagrin at the fact that it was Morry, and not himself, that had in the end rescued Dianelopa from the toad. Pure luck, it was. This man is a clown. He was no threat to Thad's delicate courtship of Dianelopa. If anything, he strengthened Thad's resolve in that matter.
So it was that, when Morry next opened his mouth, Thad found himself stepping in quickly and easily from the shadows to interrupt. To interrupt, and to set the record straight. He was calling the shots here, this house was his mark.
Nondescript was the word, and in Thad's mind, he easily made the minor adjustment required to pass Morry off as insignificant. This eased Thad's chagrin at the fact that it was Morry, and not himself, that had in the end rescued Dianelopa from the toad. Pure luck, it was. This man is a clown. He was no threat to Thad's delicate courtship of Dianelopa. If anything, he strengthened Thad's resolve in that matter.
So it was that, when Morry next opened his mouth, Thad found himself stepping in quickly and easily from the shadows to interrupt. To interrupt, and to set the record straight. He was calling the shots here, this house was his mark.
"She's not a baby," he murmured, coming up to stand over Morry. He seemed enshrouded in his element. He was on the job. "You'd best pig off, chap. We've got business here.""I'm whateve' ya' wan' me to be, baby," he answered, grinning widely. "Name's Morry, baby."
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Thad's presence pulled Dianelopa out of her somewhat discombolulated state of mind. "Yeah," she said sternly. "I'm not a baby. And really, you shouldn't be in this house at all." She paused and looked at the pitiful man again and she couldn't help it. "But if you need something to drink first, before you go..." She glanced at Thad thinking he might disapprove, but then continued without waiting for a sign from him, "if I find something for you to drink, OK, just sit there until I come back with it. Then you go. And. You know, keep your mouth shut about all of this. Just, stay there," she added. "Don't move."
She turned to Thad. "Come on," she said. "Let's get this done." And she headed toward the dining room which was the room next to the kitchen. It was an elegant dining room with tapestries on the wall, a huge chandelier that could hold maybe a hundred candles, a table that could seat 20 people and a china cupboard filled with fancy gold-rimmed porcelain that had orange dragons painted on it.
She turned to Thad. "Come on," she said. "Let's get this done." And she headed toward the dining room which was the room next to the kitchen. It was an elegant dining room with tapestries on the wall, a huge chandelier that could hold maybe a hundred candles, a table that could seat 20 people and a china cupboard filled with fancy gold-rimmed porcelain that had orange dragons painted on it.
Re: Rendezvous
What'shisface (did he have a name even?) popped in on the scene almost immediately and Morry knew that hard, awful look from anywhere. So this was his dame; okay, fine. He was about to wander away and look for a drink when Lovely Dame told him he "shouldn't be in this house" and such and such nonsense that he didn't care for. Didn't she know? He could do whatever the hell he wanted when he wanted.
The way she spoke to him about "keeping his mouth shut" made him grumble into his breath, popping his neck out of annoyance and wondering what the hell this was all about. She promised him a drink, and he waited for the briefest of moments before following both of them into the dining area.
Big houses had nice dining areas, but Morry wasn't interested.
"Get what done, babe?" Foolish he was, sure, but he didn't like her tone and he didn't like the dude she was with.
The way she spoke to him about "keeping his mouth shut" made him grumble into his breath, popping his neck out of annoyance and wondering what the hell this was all about. She promised him a drink, and he waited for the briefest of moments before following both of them into the dining area.
Big houses had nice dining areas, but Morry wasn't interested.
"Get what done, babe?" Foolish he was, sure, but he didn't like her tone and he didn't like the dude she was with.
Re: Rendezvous
Thad tolerated the man's ramblings, seeing as he didn't expect his presence to last, one way or the other, and busied himself looking for the desk described to him by the eloquent Puck. He found it soon enough, in a cozy atelier that branched off from the main living room. His hands expertly began feeling every edge, his ears pressing into every panel, his fingers tapping diligently after hollow spots, locks, or traps. Satisfied, he eased open each drawer in turn, until he found the seal. It was quickly tossed into his satchel, along with a roll of bishani, and a golden penknife. Then, he was onto other parts of the mansion, stealing softly along the walls, and leaving Dianelopa and Morry to sort themselves out.