It still seems like there's a hidden theme to your prompts so far this week, but... should Canada's premier assassin really be saying 'try, try again'? That sounds like mistakes were made....
Try, try again
Fabian looked to where Dread was, thinking he could scuttle over and talk to him about starting to look for a way out. Dread caught his eye and made a gesture with his hand, pressing the palm to the floor, that Fabian interpreted as 'stay where you are'. Feeling a tension between wanting someone else to be in charge and wanting to tell Dread that they needed to do something he hesitated, and Dread made the gesture again, only more sharply. Fabian let out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding and decided that Dread was in charge. He felt slightly better after that.
The noises from below them were clearer now they were only one floor lower; there were several people moving about and they were making no attempt to be quiet or even careful -- there were bangs and thuds and scraping noises all of which set Fabian's teeth back on edge. The people he employed at the Museum were well aware of how much care they had to take, and if Fabian wasn't there to glare at them and let them know they were being observed then the Maestro certainly was. There was a huge creak, and Rystin looked at him. "Probably hauling the double doors fully open," said Fabian. "I doubt those doors were opened fully much even before this place was closed up; they're too big and heavy for people to pull them very far open." "Why?" "Why are they so heavy? They're made of solid wood," said Fabian, feeling on slightly more comfortable ground. "They count as part of the fire defen--" "No, I meant why are they opening the doors so wide?" "In a museum? Usually to get something in or out, though some of our staff prefer the approach of barely opening the door at all and just trying and trying again and again," said Fabian, and then stopped as his ears heard what his mouth had first said. "Oh, crap." Rystin looked as unhappy as Fabian now felt. "So... either taking the altar out, or bringing something else like it in?" Fabian nodded, and then some gloomy force pushed him to speak. "Probably taking the altar out," he said. "I mean, they couldn't have known when we would come back here, so they've probably been watching, waiting for a chance. It would be hard to hide that you were moving something big in, but taking it out... anyone outside who sees it will think the Halls are being reopened, I guess." "That won't end the spell," said Rystin. "But it would stop us from ending it." Fabian tried to not feel like the bottom had just dropped out of his world, and he stared at the floor in front of him. "That's..." he started. "Me being a bundle of joy again," said Rystin. "I know."
Greg - I don't recall the actual inspiration for this one, but I will say that being willing to try again after a... less than perfectly acceptable result... is a sign of determination and resilience and... other such positive attributes.
I hope that they are misinterpreting those noises... but if they're not, they are in quite the nasty little bind.
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It still seems like there's a hidden theme to your prompts so far this week, but... should Canada's premier assassin really be saying 'try, try again'? That sounds like mistakes were made....
Try, try again
Fabian looked to where Dread was, thinking he could scuttle over and talk to him about starting to look for a way out. Dread caught his eye and made a gesture with his hand, pressing the palm to the floor, that Fabian interpreted as 'stay where you are'. Feeling a tension between wanting someone else to be in charge and wanting to tell Dread that they needed to do something he hesitated, and Dread made the gesture again, only more sharply. Fabian let out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding and decided that Dread was in charge. He felt slightly better after that.
The noises from below them were clearer now they were only one floor lower; there were several people moving about and they were making no attempt to be quiet or even careful -- there were bangs and thuds and scraping noises all of which set Fabian's teeth back on edge. The people he employed at the Museum were well aware of how much care they had to take, and if Fabian wasn't there to glare at them and let them know they were being observed then the Maestro certainly was. There was a huge creak, and Rystin looked at him.
"Probably hauling the double doors fully open," said Fabian. "I doubt those doors were opened fully much even before this place was closed up; they're too big and heavy for people to pull them very far open."
"Why?"
"Why are they so heavy? They're made of solid wood," said Fabian, feeling on slightly more comfortable ground. "They count as part of the fire defen--"
"No, I meant why are they opening the doors so wide?"
"In a museum? Usually to get something in or out, though some of our staff prefer the approach of barely opening the door at all and just trying and trying again and again," said Fabian, and then stopped as his ears heard what his mouth had first said. "Oh, crap."
Rystin looked as unhappy as Fabian now felt. "So... either taking the altar out, or bringing something else like it in?"
Fabian nodded, and then some gloomy force pushed him to speak. "Probably taking the altar out," he said. "I mean, they couldn't have known when we would come back here, so they've probably been watching, waiting for a chance. It would be hard to hide that you were moving something big in, but taking it out... anyone outside who sees it will think the Halls are being reopened, I guess."
"That won't end the spell," said Rystin. "But it would stop us from ending it."
Fabian tried to not feel like the bottom had just dropped out of his world, and he stared at the floor in front of him. "That's..." he started.
"Me being a bundle of joy again," said Rystin. "I know."
Greg - I don't recall the actual inspiration for this one, but I will say that being willing to try again after a... less than perfectly acceptable result... is a sign of determination and resilience and... other such positive attributes.
I hope that they are misinterpreting those noises... but if they're not, they are in quite the nasty little bind.
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