(no subject)
Artamir: *grabs a few of Firi's dresses and heads off to find Arvedui*
Arvedui: *gets his sword and finds Artamir*
Artamir: *waves* Do you know a way we can drug him for the time being?
Arvedui: *holds up a little bottle* Eol makes them by the hundreds *grins*
Artamir: Wonderful! Now, to find Gorlim.... *dumps the dresses in an empty room and thinks*
Gorlim: *is snoozing obliviously under a table somewhere*
Arvedui: Hmm. From what I've heared of him, he likes to drink - do you think he'd be down in the cellar?
Artamir: He might be. Though... I was down there this morning, and the only person I saw was Theodwyn.
Arvedui: Hmm. Should we just search randomly then?
Artamir: Sounds good. *starts walking down a hall, looking up in the rafters periodically* He was up there, last time I saw him.
Arvedui: *opens random doors and peers into them* We'll just have to keep looking... *opens another door and sees Gorlim sleeping under a table* o.O *getsures to Artamir*
Artamir: *looks in and whispers* That man is so very strange. This should be easy.
Gorlim: *is curled up with a stuffed squirrel*
Arvedui: *whispers* Aye. Very strange indeed... *takes a cloth and pours some of the liquid inside the bottle into it and creeps silently into the room*
Artamir: *follows, hand on his sword, in case Gorlim wakes before they reach him*
Gorlim: *suddenly leaps up, overturning the table in their direction, and disappears out the window*
Arvedui: >.< Right. *chases*
Artamir: Damn! *follows out the window*
Gorlim: *leaps along over the rooftops*
Artamir: *chases, then climbs down through a window and heads outside, following Gorlim from the ground*
Arvedui: *keeps pace, slowly gaining up due to his longer legs*
Gorlim: *throws the squirrel at them*
Arvedui: *doesn't even duck as the squirrl goes flying past him*
Artamir: *is on the ground* Arvedui! Push him off if you can!
Gorlim: *leaps into a tree*
Arvedui: *leaps after him, lunging and grabbing unto Gorlim and unbalancing the both of them*
Artamir: *waits semi-under the tree for them to fall*
Gorlim: You fool! *falls backwards, scrambling to grab onto branches*
Artamir: *throws a blade and hacks off a few of the smaller branches*
Gorlim: dfghdfghbdfkg what the hell do you two think you're doing???
Artamir: Oh, nothing. Really. *smiles and grabs Gorlim's foot, pulling him down*
Gorlim: @_@ *topples down, tries to run away again*
Artamir: *is still holding his foot* Where do you think you're going?
Arvedui: *jumps down from the tree and holds Gorlim down, then pulls the cloth up to Gorlim's nose*
Gorlim: *flails stubbornly and holds his breath*
Artamir: *pokes at his stomach* You're going to have to breathe sometime, boy.
Gorlim: *SQUIRMS*
Artamir: *pokes him again*
Gorlim: MMMMPH!
Artamir: You don't want me to get rough. *pokes him again* Breathe.
Arvedui: *can wait all day like this*
Gorlim: *eventually he does breathe, and promptly collapses unconscious*
Artamir: Good work. *gathers him up and throws him over a shoulder* Now, ready to dress him?
Arvedui: Aye. *grins* Let's get him inside quickly before anyone sees >.>
Artamir: *takes him inside and dumps him on the bed* Right. I brought some of Firiel's things. *holding them up* Do you think these will fit him?
Arvedui: *sizes Gorlim up and peers at the dresses* Yes, but it will be tight. He's quite skinny.
Artamir: *nods* All right. *gets to work with Arvi, changing Gorlim's clothes and stashing
his elsewhere*
Arvedui: *sprays a bit of Firiel's favorite perfume on Gorlim*
Artamir: *looks him over* Now... where do we put him so that vampire doesn't see his face, only smelling Firiel....?
Arvedui: *ponders* We could try to make it look like he's sleeping, and hide his face with a blanket or something >.>
Artamir: Sounds good. Though.. we may want to put him *in* her room.
Arvedui: Yes... The only problem is - how do we get Firiel out first?
Artamir: Actually, I sent her to the healers this morning. She should still be there, if she does what I asked.
Arvedui: *grins* Thought of everything, eh? Right then. *hoists Gorlim up on his shoulder and heads for Firi's room*
Gorlim: *squirms, still mostly unconscious*
Arvedui: No, no waking for you yet. *applies more of the bottled stuff to Gorlim's nose*
Artamir: *gets to Firi's door and opens it, looks around, finding no one there* All right, she's still out. *opens it fully, then goes to the bed and pulls the blankets down*
Arvedui: *places Gorlim in Firi's bed and shifts him so that his face will be hidden* Now, we need to somehow make it look like we're leaving Firiel alone, without going too far so that we can't hear what's going on...
Gorlim: *sleeeeeps*
Artamir: Hmm. Perhaps if we just walk out of the room and close the door behind us.... We can go into a nearby room and wait there.
Arvedui: Vanyon might hear us, or even smell us... Then again he might find it amusing to get to her right under our noses >.<
Artamir: Damn. What do you suggest?
Arvedui: *takes out a little chalk bit from a pocket and breaks it in half* We can put this in the hinges of the door and window, so that when they are opened they'll make a soft creaking sound...
Arvedui: It could be heared a couple of rooms away...
Artamir: *nods and does so, then steps out of the room and goes into another*
Arvedui: *goes with him and prays to several Valar and Eru himself to aid him and Artamir in their quest etc.*
Eru: *wonders why his ears are burning* *turns up the tv*
Artamir: *waits for any noises*
Gorlim: *sleeps*
Vanyon: *taps Artamir on the shoulder*
Artamir: *turns around and pulls out his sword*
Arvedui: *notices something is wrong* O.O You're supposed to go in the other room! *pulls out his own sword*
Vanyon: Just because I live a life of gleeful sadism does not, in fact, make me stupid. *claws slip out of his hands and keeps very close to Artamir*
Gorlim: *has a very nice nap, resolves unconsciously to thank Art and Arvi for it later*
Arvedui: And after all the trouble we went through to get you a nice dinner! *attempts a pass at Vanyon with the sword*
Vanyon: *snaps out his wings and hits Arvedui*
Vanyon: Please. That?
Artamir: He's better than either of us. *holds his sword ready*
Vanyon: *slices at Artamir's hand*
Arvedui: *staggers back* Oof! What, you'd rather feed on sick women? *drops the sword and shifts to the flamethrower and sets it up*
Vanyon: Firiel is more of an experience than a meal. *slips behind Artamir and keeps him between himself and Arvedui*
Arvedui: *hisses* Artamir, duck. *aims*
Vanyon: *lets his claws back in and grabs Artamir's hair* *yanks his head back*
Vanyon: duck? *bites*
Arvedui: *!!!RAGE!!!* *lunges at them both, trying to knock Vanyon back with the inertia*
Vanyon: *tries not to accidentally tear out Artamir's throat* *catches his balance with his wings*
Vanyon: *keeps drinking*
Artamir: *has dropped his sword and goes limp*
Arvedui: *pokes the flamethrower between Vanyon's body and Artamir and fires, it'll hit them all, but it'll hurt Vanyon the most* Geroff him!!
Vanyon: *drops Artamir and lunges at Arvedui* *puts his hands on him and digs his claws in* As you wish.
Arvedui: Aaaargh! *fires wildly with the flamethrower*
Vanyon: *presses himself up against Arvedui* Still a bit on fire. *beams*
Arvedui: *grits his teeth from the pain* You aren't dead yet??! *tries a headbutt*
Vanyon: *digs his claws in further* Never.
Arvedui: >.< *yells a prayer to Eru, something about help in the hour of great need and about much praise etc.*
Gorlim: *dreams of sheep calmly grazing in a field*
Eru: *turns the tv up again*
Vanyon: *slams Arvedui halfway through the window, climbs over him and jumps out* *heads in the direction of the healers*
Arvedui: x.x *passes out*