knifenapping

[doneisdone]

FORM: crystal
SENDER: Teren
RECIPIENT: everyone
NOTES: someone just got home from the Warden field trip

Whomever took my things, you have a day to return them before I start hunting you.

Comments

[okayimin]

Please refrain from maiming anyone.

[doneisdone]

No promises.

[okayimin]

I'll mark you down for bedpan duty then, aye.

[doneisdone]

Mark me down however you like, I've got my own work to do.

[okayimin]

So have I. Which is why I'm assuming you'll be eager to help with it, since you seem intent on making more for me.

[doneisdone]

[the distinct but silent revelation that Teren has stopped listening]

[gentlecountry]

Ooh, now let's not starts on that now, sister. Don't robs a Warden lightlies, they gots to know what they were gettings themselves into.

[It says "Warden" right on Teren's door, Barty put it there himself.]

Oh, that reminds me, I gots you something real nice.

[okayimin]

If you try and bribe me, I'll make you help with the bedpans too.

[gentlecountry]

Well! That's gratitude.

And here I am, scroungins through the Deep Roads, packin away medicinals fungi, just for my goods friend up on the surface. Fighting Darkspawns uphills, both ways, which oughts not to be possible, but there you haves it. I don't complain, minds you.

[okayimin]

[ SQUINT ]

Your service is noted. Whatcha got?

[gentlecountry]

[There is a brief, potently judgemental silence. You know the sort.]

Got a whole box of Grey Omens here, weighing near-on a nug's worth, dust to dunkels. I might even see fits to share 'em, if there were anybody who knew what to do with the stone-blessed things.

[okayimin]

I might, provided I'm not busy tending to some of the more criminally minded than usual members of our company.

[gentlecountry]

I'm already gettings up at dawns after a long walk to makes sure they don'ts becomes your problems, sister, you don'ts have to hurts my feelings twice in one day.

[cozen]

Would you like help?

[doneisdone]

Not from you.

[cozen]

D’accord.

[ :c ]

If you do find them, will you let the rest of us know who it was? They took my cello.

[doneisdone]

[noncommittal grunt]

[cozen]

Thank you. Good luck.

[gentlecountry]

Would, ah... would that there be a full twenties-four hours there or just the colloquials day?

[doneisdone]

........................


what,

[gentlecountry]

Tryings to find outs if you're gonna gets up at dawn lookin for blood or if you're givings 'em until this time tomorrows.

I'd likes a good sleep-in, Teren. Just this once.

[doneisdone]

[a long and thoughtful pause]

...dawn.

[gentlecountry]

Course you are.

[sigh.]

[doneisdone]

Spare me the dramatics, I don't recall even inviting you.

[as if that has Ever mattered]

[gentlecountry]

Don't know what you're talkin about, Teren, I wouldn'ts know what to do with myselfs if I left a good buddy withouts backup.

[doneisdone]

[a sigh that sounds like a soul slowly leaving its body]

[gentlecountry]

Anywho, I know you'ds do the same for me.

[doneisdone]

[the sigh continues]

[gentlecountry]

I means, I can'ts see you passing up the chance to stick a pointy bits into someones what robbed a warden, lets alone a warden you were ah...

[pleased? proud? ....tolerant of... no, no, start again.]

Someone who were a good friend to you.

[doneisdone]

Are you finished.

[gentlecountry]

Yeah, I'm abouts done. But I'll be backs tomorrows.

[gentlecountry]

At dawn.

[doneisdone]

not here.

[positioning]

[ but noted. ]

also not here

[deceivingly]

[--and probably this wouldn't be encouraged if her fellow conspicuously absent Avvar knew about it, but--

A single knife reappears, two days after the call for their return is put out. The knife is left upon Teren's pillow, with the covers pulled up to its crosspiece, like a beloved child tucked in for a night of sleep.

So like, that's a start.]

[doneisdone]

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