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 Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 2:11 am
Alone, Barth regarded Vinnie with a significant drop in temperature.
"Now, if you wouldn't mind answering a few questions. Who are you? How and Why did you take him?"
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 4:13 am
Vinnie didn't come out of the shell at all.
"I'm Vinnie." he repeated. Vindicta his thoughts betrayed.
"I took him because Rah told me to. It was just a spell I had to cast, it put him to sleep. I was told we'd just bring him back and nothing would happen to him, I thought it was true. He said I'd get to meet my brother. I didn't know it'd end like this." And he didn't seem to be lying, still a little disappointed it had gone the way it had.
"Rah hates Gilda." he said "He said his family were rich, so so rich and that all of his lands, titles and everything besides were taken by her. He says she got some of his family too a long time ago, he hates all of them. He wanted to force her to give up the heirdom or something... to me. Then he'd control it."
He looked as dubious as a snail could. "I wasn't sure I wanted that kind of responsibility, but he's ...persuasive?"
Zar held onto Calder as tightly as he could the whole time they went up the stairs, when they reached the carriage hissing. "I'm flexible. Jussst...Stuff me in." Even in his present state he was capable of surprisingly boneless acts of fitting into tight spaces. In many ways much of what he was centred around squeezing into tight spaces.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 8:15 am
Calder could feel te urgency to be in a carriage. To leave this place, and he turned to nibble the incubus gently. "Okay. I'll be careful."
Shifting back, Calder moved under Zar's chest and heaved, pulling him into the cabin of the carriage as far into it as he could, taking measures to stop and reach over to pull whatever he could slip inside first before squeezing out and pushing him inside. Following after, he moved to try and gently curl Zar into as reasonable a position as he could manage before sitting near his head and petting him.
"We'll be home soon." The urge to start licking and cleaning his wounds was strong, but he didn't want to cause him any more pain until they got home.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 9:02 am
Barth looked a very long time not at Vinnie, but the wall where Zar had been hung.
"If you are family, I'm sure Gilda and Rasputher will want to meet you. Very big on family, those two. ...I'm Bartholomew Mudd. You will, of course, join us at the castle?"
It wasn't a room for negotiations kind of question.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 12:19 pm
Vinnie, with the sort of grim resignation and depression he embodied weighed up the merits of being in this basement or someone else's and decided that he just didn't care one way or the other. Mostly he wanted all this racket to stop and to be left alone again somewhere he could be a disappointment to everyone around him just like he wanted.
The shell rocked a tiny bit in what was bafflingly reminicent of a shrug and a single eye stalk poked out and looked at Barth.
"I guess."
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 12:31 pm
"Good," Barth said. "All considered, a very wise decision on your part. There is, at least, no shortage of Sloth demons."
He finally looked away from the broken shackles and smears of blood.
Grimhold didn't make a sound as he appeared from the staircase, although he looked slightly less composed (and a little more unhinged), than usual. He should have had a larger breakfast.
"Can you walk?" Barth asked.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 12:41 pm
"I guess." was the response from the other demon now that the very imminent danger had passed. "Though if you could stop calling me that." he said. "I would rather be called a mollusc demon." Sloth was such an embarrassing and disreputable sin, people assumed you were lazy which was not actually always the case, sometimes you just wanted them to be lazy instead and there were probably other ways to feel. Either way he didn't like it.
The other eye stalk joined its companion and both of them looked at Grimhold.
He sighed, and it was a pretty impressive sigh, using full lung capacity and embodying the very spirit of ennui. "I can walk." he said, though everything about him said that it was the last thing he'd ever want to do. Slowly he came out of his shell and gathered up his things in a small backpack, showing surprising nimbleness and speed other than in the moments when some possession or other stuck to his slimy skin.
"I guess we?...should go before Rah g..gets back."
He wasn't keen on this band of creeple but he really didn't have any other choice at all.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 2:15 pm
Grimhold made sure everyone was tucked in the carriage very briefly, shut with more force than necessary and not lingering. Not that it helped, and the cold blood in the basement was nothing compared to the throbbing, hot, spilling kind that kept pumping wildly into the back of the carriage. Well, not all spilling, some of it oozing in slow, thick, tantalizing...
It was a very difficult drive for Grimhold.
Once they were back, he opened the door in half courtesy, then flew for the kitchen where he ripped open the refrigerator and guzzled several bags of blood, like a runner who had just finished a marathon. He didn't even bother to preheat them.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 3:02 pm
Calder was not entirely thrilled to see Vinnie come into the carriage, but was glad that they could finally leave. He wasn't sure what Raj would and could do once he came back to see his territory invaded, his prisoner taken, and his servant gone, but it wasn't a thought for now. Zar was now, and Rah could choke on his flower pits. He deserved all he got and more.
As the carriage arrived, Calder took Zar and pulled him Galway out before shifting again and carrying the incubi inside. "We're he now." He told his rider, moving down the entryway to one of the bedrooms on the ground floor. No more stairs.
It was a good thing that Barth's influence made all beds with lots of covers and cushions, and as she turned and released Zar to slowly slid down onto the bed, he was glad the bed welcomed him.
He needed medical attention and rest now. "Want some water? Something to eat?" He asked, stroking his hair.
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