The Fairest trods behind, closing the group. Whoever was in charge of this place was clearly doing a good job maintaining it, it was oh so clean. Maybe they could hire them to take care of Funderland?
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Distinctive VoiceThe Fairest trods behind, closing the group. Whoever was in charge of this place was clearly doing a good job maintaining it, it was oh so clean. Maybe they could hire them to take care of Funderland?
Maxwell J. Pierce was paying close attention to the flickering of the shadow, and he let Titania's whispers go unanswered as well. The fact was, if the monkey knew how to use her stick, she'd find a way. Thrusting down the tunnel, perhaps? That was not the key question, truly.
More important - what was it that they had stumbled upon here? Grinding. Hissing. Movement. These were all signs of activity, signs of a potential threat. Or, perhaps, a home. The kind of care that he was seeing suggested that this was a place that somebody cared about.
Pierce's right eyebrow found its way up as he contemplated the issue, and he moved forward, weapons at the ready...
If they continued forward, they didn't see much other than shadows coming from a large pool of light that was from beneath a door. It was properly fit around the tunnel walls. Round where it needed to be, and flat at the bottom but with a large enough gap to let water or something flow in the duct they were walking upon.
The door was open just a crack, barely a crack but it may be enough to peek through if one of them got close enough. The noises were a slow steady rhythm now. It was also getting rather warm in the area. The light from the door looked as if there was a flicker within the other lighting.
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MantleSonnie eyed the flicking light coming through the thin opening of the door. Firelight? she thought.
The curious monkey, of course, approached the door. There was the briefest moment of contemplation, and an even briefer glance at her companions. She flashed them a toothy grin before pulling the door open and walking inside, staff in hand.
The Beast was an instigator. Or maybe she just got bored sneaking around.
"Hello?" she said as she entered the room or chamber or whatever was beyond the door, "I got a pizza delivery for a Mike Rotch. Has anyone seen Mike Rotch?"
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Distinctive VoiceThe darkness wasn't a problem, she was sure her wisps could keep the shadows at bay. The grinding of wheels however, was the harbinger of nothing good.
"Mike Rotch", she mumbled, "Mike Rotch", she repeated aloud. "Oh", she stopped when the realization hit her, red shades spreading up to her ears. She bit her lips, it was always the monkey.
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Mike Rotch?
Seriously?
If looks could kill, Sonnie Wu would be deceased. Moving quietly into the shadows against the tunnel wall, Maxwell J. Pierce awaited whatever was to come with weapons in hand.
Silence befell the other side of the tunnel door. There was movement further back, but not near the door area. The tinkering noises stopped, but the silence gave way to the crackle of fire behind the doors.
A displeased deep voice replied. "No pizza was ordered." There was a long pause before the question was asked by the same voice. "What do you want?"
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MantleSonnie glanced back at her two companions, shrugged, and continued forward. "Well then, you're in luck, because I ate the pizza! Not that great, either. Who orders pineapple on pizza? Heathens, that's who!"
As her banter rolled on, the Beast peered for some sign of the mysterious speaker. She'd peek around a corner or whatever is there to catch a glimpse before fully revealing herself. "Well, I'm here to... ummm... find a dude? Are you the dude? Do you abide?"
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Distinctive VoiceHmm, smooth, she thinks rolling her eyes. This is exactly why they shouldn't have let Sonnie go first and do the talking. "Hope you have your darkened spectacles with you, Sir", she tells the gentlemanly winter.
With a sigh, Maxwell called upon the Wyrd to enhance his already significant talent for etiquette. Sonnie Wu, he would deal with later - undoubtedly with a quiet word to her Monarch about her questionable sanity. This wasn't a game. She had blown their tactical opportunity, and if they found themselves before a hostile individual, they were now all at risk.
Pierce was sure he could take care of himself.
He was not sure that Titania could.
Putting away his weapons while still out of sight, he decided that discussion was the right approach.
"Sir, you have my apologies for the... rude interruption, and my salutations. My name is Pierce. I am here to parley with respect to some oddities that have been noted about the area of this park. Are you amenable to meeting with us?"
Glamour and training combined as the Winter spook sold what had to be sold - hopefully around the obstacle that the Beast had presented with her initial presentation.
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