In the den of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Scott, having carefully thought about b]
Sigmund's[/b] offer of adventure and riches to be had, equally carefully accepts.
"O... kay, I presume this is something for the master? As it's improbable that anyone other than he, me and Erin has the intellectual need or ability to read past a cover.""Yes, the books we want to obtain are for the Artiste, but the bookstore that holds them has two armored guards protecting them. That's why we need you. The idea is to have Kevin distract one guards while we raid the store, killing the other one, so that when the other comes back, we three take him out."After stating the facts, he waves at the chair in a friendly fashion, then goes to see
Morton, who is but a few steps away and rather beamish at the moment. However, he is interrupted by his good buddy
Kevin, who appears to have arrived a moment ago.
"Eh, why does that chair have eyes?" he asks, rather confused.
"Because that chair is Niklas, and by this time it's probable that he has gone insane from sensory deprivation, so Erin is helping him a little bit," Sigmund says succinctly. Kevin stares at him for a moment.
"Aaalright..."Sigmund then continues his stepping. And being the polite sort that he is, he patiently waits for his turn with the desk, who currently seems busy talking to Erin.
"Ahah, Chef Niklas has sight again! Truly wonderful, good Mage Erin!" he says expressively, waving his arms around like he really means it, too.
"I'm afraid I don't know anything to offer as a suggestion for hearing. I'm not even entirely sure how I hear, so I'll just stay out of your way," he continues, though Erin appears to be lost in thought at the moment and not really listening to him. Recognizing his chance, Sigmund cuts in.
"Morton, I think that I would need my cloak and hood back. And, if possible, that fire making device of yours.""Yes, yes, here you are, good Sir Sigmund. I wish you luck in your endeavor, if you need help or perhaps a more subtle touch I offer my services, although I'm afraid to say I'm not one for fighting, nor liking it. Come back safely, yes?" Morton says, getting the feeling that his friends may truly be trapped in a vicious cycle of adventuring, self-destruction and reassembling. He hands over the cloak, hood and lighter to Sigmund, hoping that he'll practice proper fire safety.
Sigmund, looking at the cloak, notices two things. Firstly, it's a bit too small to look respectable on him now. Secondly, it really clashes with his outfit. The lighter looks pretty good, though.
"We will be fine, as long as everything goes according to the plan," he tells Morton. He supposes it is true, too. If only anything ever went according to plan.
"You can understand that as "if we don't come back after 2 hours, go search for us"." Kevin adds.
Niklas, meanwhile, monologues to himself, perfectly ambivalent about the fact he can see now. He is totally imperturbable in his quest to find out his exact relation to these chairs. He tries to somehow communicate with them.
"Obey me, you low-born pieces of furniture!" he thinks at the chairs near him. He thinks he sees one chair wobble strangely as a result, bending toward him unusually. Nobody else seems to have noticed it, but it's definitely there. What this means, though, is yet to be determined. He also sees Erin start doing something after a period of thought.
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He feels something begin to shift within him, but reality reasserts itself quickly enough, and he is still a chair, albeit one that can see stuff.
In a jail cell...As
Mark rests motionless on the ground, he can't help but feel that something in his unlife has gone terribly wrong. As he considers this, the sergeant, who passes by in a moment, asks him something.
"Perhaps I could read something for you, since you lack hands and all? We're big on treating prisoners well, you see. Except when they misbehave, but you've been punished for that already. So, how about it?"On the outskirts of the City of the Dead...Darren judges mild lying to be a good solution to his current situation.
"Well, I was in here for the first time, and she was the first person I met. So she just told me about the sort of dangers that were down here.""Oh. Well... um, carry on, then- wait, dangers? What dangers? Was she-"He doesn't get to finish his sentence, as a woman's voice, though certainly not Karina's, interrupts him.
"You're still doing this, Stephen? I mean, I know you've got nothing better to do, but come on!"The voice of the weird shape quiets down, and Darren can see the shape try to make itself seem smaller in its hiding place. Looking around to find what might have spooked the guy so much, he spots the source of the woman's voice.
Strangely enough, it looks to be a floating head. A spectral, floating head that seems to show signs of fairly messy decapitation. She looks pretty annoyed.
"I can still see you, Stephen!" she says.
"Lay off, will you? I'm just talking to this guy!""Yeah, so I heard. And I'm sure you just happened to be in the neighborhood, yeah? Thought you'd stop by and say hello, eh?"The guy's voice is quiet. Darren gets the feeling that he's in the middle of some kind of squabble.
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