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Post by Phinehas on Oct 23, 2004 14:04:22 GMT
*As they walk towards the door, Phinehas moves closer to Dreevis and slips his hand over her shoulder to press his dagger's blade against her throat. He begins to whisper in her ear.*
Remember, anything sudden happens... Your fault, my fault, nobody's fault, and you're a dead girl.
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Post by ringmasterrob on Oct 23, 2004 14:07:54 GMT
*For the first time since this little ordeal began some twenty minutes ago, Dreevis is slightly scared for her life. She ever so slowly opens the front door, just hoping the street is quiet. There is no one there and she pepares to step out but says to Phinehas*
"You do realise it'll be obvious what you're doing, no couple walks like this at this time of night and if you're just a friend why would you be so close? There are guards everywhere you know, going out here will get you arrested, even if I get killed in the process"
*She hopes he will reconsider but her realism almost knows he won't, she'll have to wait for the right moment to use the dagger.*
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Post by Phinehas on Oct 23, 2004 14:13:44 GMT
*Phinehas chuckles harshly.*
Somehow I don't think that any of your guard are going to be particularly interested in putting your life in danger. Even if they arrest me, I've yet to see a prison that I couldn't escape from.
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Post by ringmasterrob on Oct 23, 2004 14:17:42 GMT
*Slowly Dreevis puts a foot forward out of the house, she is now wearing any footwear and the pavement is cold in the freezing night air. She takes another slow step and is out of the house. The door remains open, she turns, giving the impression she is about to close it and is directly facing Phinehas, his knife is still pointed at her but she takes out her dagger with superb reflexes and points it a rather sensative male area*
"Walk back inside, i'll step with you, if either of us makes a false move we'll both suffer the consequences. Move."
*She speaks in a tone giving a strict order, she no longer looks fearful for her life or embarassed but deadly serious, and Phinehas doesn't like the idea of having a dagger impaled where she's point hers.*
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Post by Phinehas on Oct 23, 2004 14:23:21 GMT
*Phinehas chuckles as he moves slowly back into the house.*
And here I was just beginning to think of letting you go and finding another way to get my information.
*He slowly removes his dagger from her throat and puts it in his sheath.*
You win Inquisitor, do what you will with me.
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Post by ringmasterrob on Oct 23, 2004 14:27:18 GMT
*Though she smiles a slight grin she knows better than to drop her guard, she decides the first thing to do is get on some more suitable attire, she continues ordering him.*
"Right, take out that dagger and drop it on the table there, then back up the stairs and into my room. Any false moves and you know what i'll do."
*She keeps the dagger fixed where it was and her eyes fixed on him. Her other hand ready to administer a knockout karate chop if he grabs her dagger by some miracle.*
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Post by Phinehas on Oct 23, 2004 14:32:32 GMT
*Phinehas shrugs, pulls his dagger out and slams it into the table so that it sticks in with it's handle in the air.*
To your room? Really, this is only our second date. Look, my dagger's on the table, I give you my word I have no others on me. Now would you pull that dagger back a bit? I'd hate to lose my manliness because you stumbled over your own feet.
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Post by ringmasterrob on Oct 23, 2004 14:36:04 GMT
*She grins at his discomfort and moves the dagger up to his throat, the grip is as tight and close as ever, he begins to walk the stairs backwards and eventually they enter her room.*
"Now, face that wall, and if you look round even once you WILL lose your manliness, not that you've got a lot of it if you'd attack a woman in her sleep."
*Making sure there are no mirrors in the room at all the begins to change, taking off the night gown and putting on the black clothing she was wearing when she first arrived. Keeping an eagle eye on him the whole time. She pulls the top over herself last, forcing her to loose her eagle eye sight for a few seconds.*
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Post by Phinehas on Oct 23, 2004 14:44:42 GMT
*Phinehas listens intently to the rustling of the clothes and smiles. A mistake. He hears her pull something over her head and decides to make his recovery. He leaps up and lodges himself between the rafters of the ceiling. Once again covered in shadows, he is all but invisible.*
Hope she doesn't think about getting a candle.
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Post by ringmasterrob on Oct 23, 2004 14:53:00 GMT
*As Dreevis pulls the top over herself fully she sees Phinehas has disappeared, part of her hopes he has decided to make and egress and she is tempted to change once more and go back to bed, but then her common sense hits her like a brick. She must search the house for him and if he really is gone secure it once more, this time a LOT safer than before. Then she must find a nearby guard to watch the property and get the required rest (minimal) and report this to Edmund in the morning. With a deep sigh she takes out a longsword instead of the dagger, which she throws onto the bed. She decides to check the landing and quietly creeps out of the room.*
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Post by Phinehas on Oct 23, 2004 14:58:42 GMT
*Phinehas lowers himself down and snatches up the dagger that was thrown on the bed. He thinks for a second, and throws it up to lodge in the ceiling. He then reaches to his back and pulls out his bow and an arrow. He notches the arrow carefully and slides silently out of the room. He sees Dreevis creeping away from him and chuckles.*
Shall we try this again?
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Post by ringmasterrob on Oct 23, 2004 15:00:14 GMT
*She sighs everso deeply, the night is giving way to morning and she has had an hour's sleep at best, she turns to face him, longsword in hand. He's too far away to slice at and she couldn't cut an arrow out of midair. She asks in an irate voice.*
"Well, what do you wish of me now? I'm dressed at least if you're going to frogmarch me to the guardhouse."
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Post by Phinehas on Oct 23, 2004 15:05:28 GMT
No. Not this time. It's late and you look tired. I'd hate for you to die in misery.
*He tightens the bowstring.*
One last chance, will you tell me of Lord Fear, Count Brinkatore, and the Thieves Guild?
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Post by ringmasterrob on Oct 23, 2004 15:08:35 GMT
*She stares him in the face defiantely, before she speaks he knows the answer*
"Not a chance in hell, fire away and kill an honourable woman, I hope you can live with yourself."
*She continues to stare, unafraid.*
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Post by Phinehas on Oct 23, 2004 15:11:13 GMT
*Phinehas pulls back his blow and releases. The arrow flies straight and true... into the board next to Dreevis' head.* You have called my bluff Madame. I am an honorouble person and cannot kill a defenceless woman. Best of luck with your inquisition. *With that he turns and dissappears, stopping only long enough to grab his dagger from the table and leave the same way he came in.* [ModNote: He is next seen here.]
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