Jul 19, 2011 21:13
[It has been precisely eight days since he has seen or heard from the blond princess, longer from the pleasant woman he spoke with at the party.]
Odette.
Bryn.
I require your exact location and current status, both of you. Immediately.
[He seems to think better of his demands, and adds a caustic - ]
Please.
[Onto the end of the transmission.]
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The lake? Whatever for?
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[Odette hesitates. She was never good at lying.]
It's very nice down there.
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[Not. Buying. It.]
I'll meet you there.
[There's some sort of FOUL TRICKERY going on and he doesn't like it.]
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I'm...I'm in the orchard. The one behind the main building? Is something wrong?
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YOU KNOW WHAT.
He's going to march his blue ass down there right now. Because WHAT DO.
He stomps right up to her.]
There you are. You do realize, Miss Bryn, that it's been approximately seventeen days, twelve hours five minutes and fifteen seconds since you have last made your presence known on this antiquated network of books? I hardly think that's responsible of you considering your last rather panicked vocalization not to mention there are others that seem to have vanished without a trace in the tunnels below ground.
Prior to that, it was nine days, seven hours and forty six seconds after that I last saw you at the party now you tell me, Miss Bryn, who is disappearing now?
[...Why is he so pissy he doesn't even know.]
It would be in your best interests not to disappear for such lengths of time again!
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Her eyes bulge and her jaw drops slightly. She quickly closes her mouth again as soon as she gets the gist of his message and actually looks somewhat ashamed.
He is quite correct.]
I...ah.
[What to say? What to say? Bryn clasps her hands in front of her stomach and her fingers knit together, showing her nervousness.]
I'm sorry. I just...haven't had much to say and I didn't think anyone would...really notice.
[That red in her cheeks is the flush of humiliation.]
You're right however. It would be best if I was much more diligent in...making my records.
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He'd expected some manner of backtalk - much like that sassy, fiery tempered little...temptress reporter Miss Ritchi but she'd actually agreed with him and he's momentarily left speechless, until he regains his footing.
Puffing up, he punctures the air with his forefinger, gesticulating wildly.]
Well! Yes, of course I'm right! I'm always right! I'm the genius! And you - Miss Bryn - will do better in the future to keep your records so that people know you're alive and not dead in a lake or a tunnel somewhere!
[Sugar you're preaching to the choir about no one noticing.]
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[No, Anders, read the other responses, you silly mage.]
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That would be a no, Thank Zeus.
[Of course, he's only checking on these two. The rest of the Lemmings can go fester.]
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[Back to audio.]
You know, Father of Gods and men, big guy with a lightening bolt, god of sky and thunder in Greek mythology.
Zeus.
[How is this relevant to missing persons he is not understanding.]
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