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15S R4 W1 Wednesday Afternoon
[So Krone has been walking through the hallways of the mansion and in her edgy infomod way she already suspects she hears a certain pair of cutting edge boots so she's going to just throw caution to the wind and cup her hands around her mouth all sing-song like.]
Red Rover, Red Rover! Let Eric come over~!!!?
Red Rover, Red Rover! Let Eric come over~!!!?
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[For a moment there, they might have been flirting. This might have been somewhere, anywhere else - but it isn't, and they aren't, and as horrid as it is, the business of hunting thinking prey is one he's at least accustomed to.]
It would be easier if we worked together. Still, I'm reluctant to kill someone they think of as an enemy without first finding out what he knows.
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I don't like the idea of a "Jump? How hi~gh~~?" relationship with those people any more than you do. [Though she really sold the musicality for a second in the middle there, didn't she?] But we can't take their word that the other strangers are good or bad...
If we completely ignore the situation, and someone else doesn't, we could end up with one person dead - and another more dangerous person heavily armed! We have to find The Oral and figure out what to do with him ourselves.
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That high note definitely supports that idea, and so he's smiling in a slightly sharp way as he nods in agreement.]
If someone tries and fails... you're exactly right, and "Distinguishing characteristics: Mobster" doesn't give a good impression of him, even if they are manipulating what we know of each other. Besides, if they want him that badly, we could try bargaining. Yes?
[He hasn't yet hit the point where rats are looking tasty, but he's definitely lightheaded, feeling the lack of any sort of food. Logic may be wandering off on its own, now, going to find a divan to swoon on to.]
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But we won't know until we try...~ Well, it's a real relief to hear you are serious about this too. Then! Where do you think we can find some powder?
[Wait, what? What is Krone talking about...? She looks very hopeful about this.]
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Gunpowder, or...? I think you've jumped past me. I'm a bit dizzy, it may just be that's why I don't follow.
[Oh God, they're doing this.]
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We can't subdue him before we find him, that would be the real skipping around. Think, Eric! [She's animated, stepping back and forth as her arms indicate different areas of the idea, like someone recounting a boxing match.] He's one of us, and they're watching us, but they need us to look for him! They said his power was just growing shark teeth, but they haven't told us anyone else's powers. There must be some reason it's hard for them to find him. I bet you my bottom dollar he's invisible!
[Wow, they haven't known each other long, but this is definitely the happiest he's ever seen Krone.]
Even if he's not, the man is clearly nimble~! Getting him to leave a trail of breadcrumbs will be an enormous help!
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It'd be so much easier if they'd given us a properly stocked kitchen...
[Wait. Kitchen. Kitchen in an old house. Fireplaces!]
Would ashes work, do you think? I'd normally think they'd be too light, but it's not as though this place has a strong cross-breeze anywhere through it. And there's the hearth in the dining hall....
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[Wait, that's actually a kind of good idea she hadn't completely anticipated herself. She has to think - there's a subtle set to her teeth that makes it clear she used to nervously bite her lips and nails - but her eyes are glittering.]
They're easy to shake off, and there's not a whole lot of them...
[She snaps her fingers at Eric, like she's firing one last shot from a gun.]
We'll use dry ashes as a test in each room—and then dump an ashy bucket of water once we have locked onto a target! To think I'd be happy about not getting that spring cleaning started—but, well, that can be the second time.
[Second... what???]
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[He is very politely puzzled. But he's also pleased that he managed to come up with a decent idea! His eyes aren't quite glittering, but there's a significant warmth to them now, and to the reserved, almost-shy smile on his face.]
But nevermind that, if you'd rather not speak of it now that we have a professional criminal to catch! Shall we start with the dining room, and then work outwards?
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[With this she grabs his hand - it's in a very American way, there's not the nerves of impropriety about her approach or even a lingering of her eyes - and off they go down the hallway.]
Now, to that place! Exactly like you said!
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[Eric's not so young or from so far back in time that he'd blush simply from having a woman take his hand - but it's familiar, this way of being pulled into a plan that he helped make. That confidence reminds him too well of someone he was never meant to care for as he did. But her hand is not nearly so rough, and she tugs him along with an unyielding grace that person lacked... no, lacks, because he isn't dead, not yet. Not yet.
Krone is confidence incarnate and he needs that right now, needs someone to rely on, who may yet rely on him. There's a feeling like the first tentative flutter of a wing just removed from a splint, somewhere in his chest. He feels like a clumsy boy, attempting to put words to it -
and so he doesn't, he holds back, holds on to her hand even once they've arrived.]
It occurs to me that we may not have many options for transporting ashes around this place, short of tableware... I didn't see an ash-can by the hearth, but I might have missed it.