"Thank you!" he mouthed to Atamar, watching the doppelganger puff up with determination and cause.
He glanced over his shoulder at the house, aware of a small thudding near the door.
His performance was a bit on the theatrical side, but might as well give them their grande finale.
"Go forth! Dearest Johanna will surely glance down on you from her heavenly bough to bless you!" he said extending his hand back to the main road in a grand gesture.
Somewhere, he was aware, someone in a pit of brimstone just snorted in derision as they glanced at their bridge game.
"You valiant knight!" he said, brightening up considerably.
"Yes, you would avenge my dearest little Johanna?"
Inside, his conscience gave him a disapproving glance while his sense of preservation told it that in all technicality, all resulting deaths were out of its jurisdiction.
Scientific curiosity, however, sulked in the corner at losing a potential test subject.
"Bless you, you brave man," he said, an awkward and uncomfortable smile trying to settle on his face.
Cabal gave a sad glance, trying to remember how many of Argalt's generals he knew were currently alive.
Unfortunately, he was left grasping in the dark.
"Alas," he said, turning his voice more pitiful. "The villain...ess... was only seen leaving my dear sister's broken body behind."
He gave a mournful sigh as he estimated an appropriate death. "Stabbed. Ran through the heart! What she-cur would do so?"
"And of course, you lot," he said, pointing his finger at Atamar.
"You lot slew her. One of your numbers, the coward."
Cabal calculated that if Atamar was really so hung up on "Johanna," he could use the lack of communication to do some inside pruning.
"Oh, my dear sister, will no one avenge you?" he said, slightly incredulous that the doppleganger was buying this.
"She was ambushed late at night, trying to... trying to..."
He fished around for some excuse, sounding wincingly despondent.
"She was trying to save some orphans! Yes, Joanna, dearest. Ah, slain. Very badly."
Biting his inner lip made tears go to his eyes, trying to channel some of his brother's theatrics.
If he was in a crying contest with a crocodile, he'd win first place at the moment.
"Damn the villains!"
Cabal twisted his mouth down, managing to look somewhat sorrowful despite the urge to smirk.
"You're taunting me about her?" he asked in what he hoped was a pained and hurt tone.
"I knew you lot were sick, but to mock me about my little sister's death?"
Cabal stepped out on his front steps, visibly angry and the .577 Boxer in hand.
"I'll give you to the count of three to shut up and leave before you commit suicide," he said flatly.
"One."
: ::watches Cabal fish through Atamar's pockets, amused before walking over to the unconscious man, kicking him lightly to make sure he's out:: You know ::speaking to Cabal:: stealing's illegal. ::hooks his hands beneath Atamar's arms, helping the blond move the man into the apartment:: ....oh geez! He's heavier than he looks!
As she bantered with the PK, Cabal took a moment to search Atamar's coat, coming up with only a clip of money.
"Damn... no I.D." she muttered, putting the cash in her coat pocket.
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He glanced over his shoulder at the house, aware of a small thudding near the door.
His performance was a bit on the theatrical side, but might as well give them their grande finale.
"Go forth! Dearest Johanna will surely glance down on you from her heavenly bough to bless you!" he said extending his hand back to the main road in a grand gesture.
Somewhere, he was aware, someone in a pit of brimstone just snorted in derision as they glanced at their bridge game.
"Yes, you would avenge my dearest little Johanna?"
Inside, his conscience gave him a disapproving glance while his sense of preservation told it that in all technicality, all resulting deaths were out of its jurisdiction.
Scientific curiosity, however, sulked in the corner at losing a potential test subject.
"Bless you, you brave man," he said, an awkward and uncomfortable smile trying to settle on his face.
Unfortunately, he was left grasping in the dark.
"Alas," he said, turning his voice more pitiful. "The villain...ess... was only seen leaving my dear sister's broken body behind."
He gave a mournful sigh as he estimated an appropriate death. "Stabbed. Ran through the heart! What she-cur would do so?"
"You lot slew her. One of your numbers, the coward."
Cabal calculated that if Atamar was really so hung up on "Johanna," he could use the lack of communication to do some inside pruning.
"Oh, my dear sister, will no one avenge you?" he said, slightly incredulous that the doppleganger was buying this.
He fished around for some excuse, sounding wincingly despondent.
"She was trying to save some orphans! Yes, Joanna, dearest. Ah, slain. Very badly."
Biting his inner lip made tears go to his eyes, trying to channel some of his brother's theatrics.
If he was in a crying contest with a crocodile, he'd win first place at the moment.
"Damn the villains!"
"You're taunting me about her?" he asked in what he hoped was a pained and hurt tone.
"I knew you lot were sick, but to mock me about my little sister's death?"
"...In a sense," he said carefully, keeping his revolver trained on the man.
"I'll give you to the count of three to shut up and leave before you commit suicide," he said flatly.
"One."
"Damn... no I.D." she muttered, putting the cash in her coat pocket.