With a banshee shriek, something black leaps from the shelf under the counter striking Benn across the face. His lips and nose sting, hot blood trickles into his mouth. He sees a flash of velvet fur and a long tail as the creature rushes round the end of the bar counter.
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Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Bennedict curses and holds his hand up to stop the bleeding from the scratch. "Of course it's a cat...it's always a bloody cat..." He stalks around the corner with his walking stick, waving it and saying "shoo".
"Of course," Benn mutters, "It would be a damned shame if we ever knew what the hell was actually going on."
The cat stands at the door to the dining room, facing away from Benn, tail raised and all the hair along its back pointing straight up in the air.
The beast hisses---not at Benn...
The doorknob turns, glinting dull in the candlelight.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
"I told you we are alright, Captain," Bennedict mutters in irritation. "But with all these interruptions I'll be lucky to finish my work sometime in the next week."
"Of course," Benn mutters, "It would be a damned shame if we ever knew what the hell was actually going on."
Adam wrote:"I told you we are alright, Captain," Bennedict mutters in irritation. "But with all these interruptions I'll be lucky to finish my work sometime in the next week."
A whisper comes from the closed door.
''Come out and play with me, Benn. Or would you rather I play with your little son? You really should watch him more carefully."
That is not the captain's voice.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Everline staggers to her feet, a wand dropping into her hand. She does not say a word, but gestures urgently at Charlotte to back away! -- and briefly clicks her tongue at the cat.
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Bennedict's eyes dart over to where Charlotte and Jonas are lying on the floor.
His voice drops into a deadly range of calm, and he stands patiently before the doorway.
"Would I be addressing Mr. Dodds, then?" Benn answers, "If so, this seems awfully unlike you to face someone on even terms. Wouldn't you rather violate women and children while they are sleeping?"
"Of course," Benn mutters, "It would be a damned shame if we ever knew what the hell was actually going on."
Adam wrote:Bennedict's eyes dart over to where Charlotte and Jonas are lying on the floor.
His voice drops into a deadly range of calm, and he stands patiently before the doorway.
"Would I be addressing Mr. Dodds, then?" Benn answers, "If so, this seems awfully unlike you to face someone on even terms. Wouldn't you rather violate women and children while they are sleeping?"
Something thumps against the door. Benn hears a gibbering voice.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Sighing in irritation, Benn stalks quickly to the door, grabbing the doorknob and pushing it open in a rush.
"I cannot tell you how tired I am of these games," he growls, snatching his cane up into a guard position and searching for what may have made the noise.
"Of course," Benn mutters, "It would be a damned shame if we ever knew what the hell was actually going on."
Everline freezes for a moment... and then she grins like a tiger. The bite-wounds inside her mouth crack open as she grins like a tiger, and blood trickles down her lips. She moves after Benn, more slowly and cautiously, wand steady in her hand. Again, she clicks her tongue at the cat.
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Adam wrote:Sighing in irritation, Benn stalks quickly to the door, grabbing the doorknob and pushing it open in a rush.
"I cannot tell you how tired I am of these games," he growls, snatching his cane up into a guard position and searching for what may have made the noise.
The door swings partway and strikes something. Benn can see just far enough into the darkened dining hall to see what the door's edge struck; a man supine on the floor. He's dressed as a footman, in a black jacket and pants with a cream tunic. The man stares up at the ceiling, mumbling to himself in a confused fashion.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Bennedict jabs at the man with the end of his cane.
"Dominated, I suppose," he mutters, "More tricks. I'm not sure what else I expected. Somehow I doubt he is going to let me work peacefully."
Presuming that the man is not a threat, he turns to go get Charlotte and Jonas. "I think it's time we adjourned inside the sanctified aura. We're not safe here."
"Of course," Benn mutters, "It would be a damned shame if we ever knew what the hell was actually going on."
Charlotte snatches up Jonas and heads for the ballroom.
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"Wait!" Everline says, one hand held out to Charlotte. "Stay... close." She holds out her morningstar to Benn. "Can you... use these? I will... come with you... of course. Too... weak. Not in... sane enough.. to be al... one, now." Her purple eyes darken. "Keep that bas... t... ard Griffiths off of... me," she adds.
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