As his reply came, Cabal's face was pale, his expression thin and almost, just almost, showing signs of fear. He stood on a dirt road, his remaining companion crying underneath a shade tree with theatrical sobs.
"Miss Harlow, I'd advise you to find the wedding license you would've had to submit to the government. You should've signed this days beforehand, both of you at the court. There will be a record there. And given your fiance's propensity for propriety, if your copy doesn't turn up, lawyer up. You'll need one for the slander charges you'll be dealing out once the whispers start anyway."
He rubbed at the growing lines beneath his brows, trying to think. "Yes, I suppose his brother would be safe enough if your parents are too uppity to deal with the fact their daughter lost the love of her life than the fact whether or not her child was conceived in marriage rather than love," he said bitterly. "If you need it... sell your dress and engagement ring. I'd offer you what I could, but my hands are tied."
Cabal warily watched as a small tabby approached, giving it the piece of bread he'd been eating. As it darted away, he shook his head, uneasily waiting for the cat to leave.
"Sometimes there's no way tell what they were thinking. However, there's a definitive lack of logic and clarity in the situation."
He paused, twirling his index finger widdershins. "Hold back; what I meant... Don't take it personally, but Gracey was a man of money; He could've looked like one of my less successful resurrections and still had his choice of wives. And torrid as my opinion is, even if he felt pressured into marrying you, I'm sure he would've made... other arrangements rather than suicide."
The necromancer rubbed at the five o clock shadow on his face, still deliberating. "And in the course of history, the precedent for an unexpected pregnancy usually isn't the father killing himself but rather..."
A dark look passed his face as he grimaced. "I can't offer you much more without evidence, Fraulein. My only conclusion is that there is foul play involved and If you value your life and that of your child, leave Gracey Manor immediately."
Cabal rubbed his eyes, his eyebrows quirked in the particular manner they slipped into whenever he was presented with a puzzle.
It was a welcome distraction from dealing with the two remaining members of the Fear Institute and the issue of Nyarlathotep looming over his head.
"No, he revealed to me no such qualms," he told her. He felt unfazed by her appearance, chalking it up to a reunion a few weeks prior with a long dead colleague.
"Given what he has divulged to me in the past, I can't perceive a motivation to do so."
Cabal gazed up at her from under the brim of his fedora, his hand resting on the hilt of the sword belted around his waist.
Nearby, two other men were snoozing soundly against the tree that trembled in fear as Cabal moved.
"Ah, Frau Harlow... it's been... a long time," he answered, his voice even. "You wish to speak to me?"
Okayokaycool.
But that still doesn't explain why she's out and about kissing people and whatnot. xD
BUT NOW I KNOW, so it's fine. I can now react appropriately.
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"Miss Harlow, I'd advise you to find the wedding license you would've had to submit to the government. You should've signed this days beforehand, both of you at the court. There will be a record there. And given your fiance's propensity for propriety, if your copy doesn't turn up, lawyer up. You'll need one for the slander charges you'll be dealing out once the whispers start anyway."
He rubbed at the growing lines beneath his brows, trying to think. "Yes, I suppose his brother would be safe enough if your parents are too uppity to deal with the fact their daughter lost the love of her life than the fact whether or not her child was conceived in marriage rather than love," he said bitterly. "If you need it... sell your dress and engagement ring. I'd offer you what I could, but my hands are tied."
"Sometimes there's no way tell what they were thinking. However, there's a definitive lack of logic and clarity in the situation."
He paused, twirling his index finger widdershins. "Hold back; what I meant... Don't take it personally, but Gracey was a man of money; He could've looked like one of my less successful resurrections and still had his choice of wives. And torrid as my opinion is, even if he felt pressured into marrying you, I'm sure he would've made... other arrangements rather than suicide."
The necromancer rubbed at the five o clock shadow on his face, still deliberating. "And in the course of history, the precedent for an unexpected pregnancy usually isn't the father killing himself but rather..."
A dark look passed his face as he grimaced. "I can't offer you much more without evidence, Fraulein. My only conclusion is that there is foul play involved and If you value your life and that of your child, leave Gracey Manor immediately."
It was a welcome distraction from dealing with the two remaining members of the Fear Institute and the issue of Nyarlathotep looming over his head.
"No, he revealed to me no such qualms," he told her. He felt unfazed by her appearance, chalking it up to a reunion a few weeks prior with a long dead colleague.
"Given what he has divulged to me in the past, I can't perceive a motivation to do so."
Nearby, two other men were snoozing soundly against the tree that trembled in fear as Cabal moved.
"Ah, Frau Harlow... it's been... a long time," he answered, his voice even. "You wish to speak to me?"
But that still doesn't explain why she's out and about kissing people and whatnot. xD
BUT NOW I KNOW, so it's fine. I can now react appropriately.
Well, it can be arranged...seems like a waste of a perfectly good thing, though.
(( rofl ))
Tch...women. So clingy and yet so fickle.
(( xD Probably because it seems accurate. ))