Don't give up, try hard... Did Miss Invictus get herself a 'Coaching for Dumbies' book? Jenny could only nod to keep from letting her mouth run. "Are there any other ne'er-do-wells lurking about that might try to lead me down the wrong path?" she smiled, unable to help herself. She tried, she really did.
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”Aside from me?” The Succubus’ words come out and they are followed by an amused chuckle.
”All of them! This is the Requiem, whatever path you take it’s always the wrong path!” Velma resumes her usual self and smiles.
”You should be more specific.”
She fought hard to not roll her eyes and succeeded. There were questions that Velma wanted her to ask, to hand out crumbs. But if Velma was only going to hand out info on the people Jenny asked about, Jenny wasn't going to play that game.
Jenny shrugs and smiles again. "I guess I'll just resort to the old Russian mine sweeper approach." And with Velma looming over her shoulder, prodding, the analogy fit quite well. "If nothing springs to mind."
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"Russian mine sweeper approach?" Velma queried as she wondered about the meaning of her expression.
Jenny's brow raised slightly. I figured she'd be old enough to remember World War 2. Didn't they say she got embraced in like the 30s? "Uh. It's..don't worry about it." It's that awkward pause when your joke has fallen flat on it's face. "Is there..anything you'd like me to be aware of or on the look out for, for you?" she asks, hoping to move along gracefully.
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