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Clark answered Morris very straightforwardly, entirely missing the not-so-hidden meaning of what he said. “He’s not actually my friend, he was chasing after us earlier.”
Morris had seen a lot in his time in Irris; some of it before he met the love of his life and much more after that. This led to him losing his patience for criminal stupidity, and for any of Edgar’s associates, he had even less than that. Any stranger who brought people like that into his business was not to be trusted. Even if they were didn’t do anything, people who regularly spent time around people like Gordon would bring even more drama after them, and that would endanger his family.
So his first instinct was to kick these two out, and quickly.
That being said, this cricket was different. They weren’t common in the slightest, but The Homely Hearth had seen a few insect customers in the past, and they were nothing like Clark had been. This cricket had an odd but vaguely endearing persona, and he was straightforward in a way that confused the giant man.
So instead of giving them the boot, Morris looked upon the insect and his friend with suspicion, waiting to get more information.
That is, until he was interrupted by a patron’s muttering a moment later.
“Oh, they’re gonna get it now.”
Morris glared in the direction of the other customers that were there, enticing them to go back to their drinks and conversation. Now what was he doing again? Oh right, figuring out what was going on here.
“Why was Edgar’s boy after ya?” the big man asked.
Arthur sighed, feeling as guilty as Gordon was unconscious. “The truth is, we got caught up in some stuff this morning that ended up being more dangerous than we thought. There wasn’t a lot of time to think and we had to take a moment to plan what to do next, so we came here. We weren’t trying to get you or anyone else here hurt. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, it’s fine. They’ve been trying to get us to pay them for years. What’d you do to tick off Leggy?” That was Marissa, who had found her way over to the three of them. Morris seemed less satisfied with that than his wife, but he was willing to go along with her for now. For his part, Clark was amused by the woman’s nickname for the dangerous criminal.
Arthur looked at Clark, who gave a meaningful nod. The cricket knew what the amnesiac wanted to do was somewhat risky, but he trusted his friend’s instincts.
“It’s actually a long story that started yesterday,” Arthur said. “If we could find a quiet place to sit down, I’d be happy to explain everything.”
Morris and Arthur’s eyes met for a moment before the former nodded. “Aye, let’s go to the bar. I’ll get the wine.”
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“...and so we ran back here. Again, I am sorry, and we can leave if you want.” Quietly finishing both his story and his third tankard of ale, Arthur waited to see what the reaction from his hosts would be.
Marrisa listened to the story like she was watching an exciting play, but Morris had a look on his face that was a mix between confusion and awe. “So you have them here, right? Can I...see them?”
Arthur pulled out the keys, setting them down in a place only the four of them could see them at. Trusting the two people who had provided them with a place to sleep and had defeated Gordon was one thing, but the random bar patrons did not need to know about this.
“Son, this is incredible.” It was clear Morris was impressed by both the craftsmanship of the keys and by the ones who found them. “People have been hunting these for a long time and you somehow got two of them.” The man shook his head, still slightly in disbelief about what had happened.
“What’s more incredible is Clark kicking Roland in his little balls,” Marissa retorted with a smirk as Arthur put the keys away. Now in a more serious tone, she continued “Morris, we can’t just let them wander randomly like they’ve been. That’ll just get them killed.” This last, she said while looking directly at Arthur.
“Aye,” Morris agreed, “I’ll get the trash out of here,” he said, looking at Gordon, then looked back at his wife. “You should ask Orma and the others what they know - without revealing that they have the keys, of course. Rumors, news, anything that can help get them in the right direction.”
“Right,” the woman responded, “You two should rest in the meantime.”
“Thank you for the help, Lady Marissa, Sir Morris,” Clark responded with a gallant bow. Arthur repeated the sentiment, albeit not as eloquently as his friend had.
“You’re welcome, just come back here when you find that treasure to tell us what happened. We’ll have customers lined out the door wanting to hear about it!” Marissa’s tone suggested she was teasing them a bit, but still wanted that information all the same.
The two nodded in agreement with a smile, then did what she suggested and went back to their room. Arthur felt relieved that the Hearth’s proprietors had been so helpful, but there was still much to do, starting with making sure his friend was alright with everything that was happening.
“Thank you for everything, Clark” the man said as he closed the door behind him, “you’ve helped me a great deal ever since I woke up on that beach. I don’t want to take advantage of you though, so if you want to go back home, I’d completely understand.”
The amnesiac was not lying; he had no clue where or what would happen next. What Arthur did know is that he would not force his friend into a situation like the ones they had dealt with earlier today.
Morris had seen a lot in his time in Irris; some of it before he met the love of his life and much more after that. This led to him losing his patience for criminal stupidity, and for any of Edgar’s associates, he had even less than that. Any stranger who brought people like that into his business was not to be trusted. Even if they were didn’t do anything, people who regularly spent time around people like Gordon would bring even more drama after them, and that would endanger his family.
So his first instinct was to kick these two out, and quickly.
That being said, this cricket was different. They weren’t common in the slightest, but The Homely Hearth had seen a few insect customers in the past, and they were nothing like Clark had been. This cricket had an odd but vaguely endearing persona, and he was straightforward in a way that confused the giant man.
So instead of giving them the boot, Morris looked upon the insect and his friend with suspicion, waiting to get more information.
That is, until he was interrupted by a patron’s muttering a moment later.
“Oh, they’re gonna get it now.”
Morris glared in the direction of the other customers that were there, enticing them to go back to their drinks and conversation. Now what was he doing again? Oh right, figuring out what was going on here.
“Why was Edgar’s boy after ya?” the big man asked.
Arthur sighed, feeling as guilty as Gordon was unconscious. “The truth is, we got caught up in some stuff this morning that ended up being more dangerous than we thought. There wasn’t a lot of time to think and we had to take a moment to plan what to do next, so we came here. We weren’t trying to get you or anyone else here hurt. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, it’s fine. They’ve been trying to get us to pay them for years. What’d you do to tick off Leggy?” That was Marissa, who had found her way over to the three of them. Morris seemed less satisfied with that than his wife, but he was willing to go along with her for now. For his part, Clark was amused by the woman’s nickname for the dangerous criminal.
Arthur looked at Clark, who gave a meaningful nod. The cricket knew what the amnesiac wanted to do was somewhat risky, but he trusted his friend’s instincts.
“It’s actually a long story that started yesterday,” Arthur said. “If we could find a quiet place to sit down, I’d be happy to explain everything.”
Morris and Arthur’s eyes met for a moment before the former nodded. “Aye, let’s go to the bar. I’ll get the wine.”
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“...and so we ran back here. Again, I am sorry, and we can leave if you want.” Quietly finishing both his story and his third tankard of ale, Arthur waited to see what the reaction from his hosts would be.
Marrisa listened to the story like she was watching an exciting play, but Morris had a look on his face that was a mix between confusion and awe. “So you have them here, right? Can I...see them?”
Arthur pulled out the keys, setting them down in a place only the four of them could see them at. Trusting the two people who had provided them with a place to sleep and had defeated Gordon was one thing, but the random bar patrons did not need to know about this.
“Son, this is incredible.” It was clear Morris was impressed by both the craftsmanship of the keys and by the ones who found them. “People have been hunting these for a long time and you somehow got two of them.” The man shook his head, still slightly in disbelief about what had happened.
“What’s more incredible is Clark kicking Roland in his little balls,” Marissa retorted with a smirk as Arthur put the keys away. Now in a more serious tone, she continued “Morris, we can’t just let them wander randomly like they’ve been. That’ll just get them killed.” This last, she said while looking directly at Arthur.
“Aye,” Morris agreed, “I’ll get the trash out of here,” he said, looking at Gordon, then looked back at his wife. “You should ask Orma and the others what they know - without revealing that they have the keys, of course. Rumors, news, anything that can help get them in the right direction.”
“Right,” the woman responded, “You two should rest in the meantime.”
“Thank you for the help, Lady Marissa, Sir Morris,” Clark responded with a gallant bow. Arthur repeated the sentiment, albeit not as eloquently as his friend had.
“You’re welcome, just come back here when you find that treasure to tell us what happened. We’ll have customers lined out the door wanting to hear about it!” Marissa’s tone suggested she was teasing them a bit, but still wanted that information all the same.
The two nodded in agreement with a smile, then did what she suggested and went back to their room. Arthur felt relieved that the Hearth’s proprietors had been so helpful, but there was still much to do, starting with making sure his friend was alright with everything that was happening.
“Thank you for everything, Clark” the man said as he closed the door behind him, “you’ve helped me a great deal ever since I woke up on that beach. I don’t want to take advantage of you though, so if you want to go back home, I’d completely understand.”
The amnesiac was not lying; he had no clue where or what would happen next. What Arthur did know is that he would not force his friend into a situation like the ones they had dealt with earlier today.
@threetoads you are next!
@fusagi you are next!
@Stuzzie you are next!
Clark agreed with Arthur; they were technically stealing the key, not that Delia really had much right to object after the two had saved her life. The amnesiac had implicitly recognized this theft as well, as he set some of his gold by the statue. However, a sudden noise of metal crashing on metal interrupted their conversation, immediately followed by the scream of the guard of this establishment.
“AAAAAH!”
The pair went outside in time to see the man running off along with the cause of the crashing noise. It was Roland, who had impacted the now bloody and unconscious Geoff in his spiked ball form. Based on the fact that Gordon could be seen in the distance running up to them, Arthur deduced that the fat spiked man had been kicked at Geoff like he had experienced earlier.
Roland unfurled himself and wasted no time. “Hand over the key,” he told Arthur in a threatening tone.
“How did you even find us so quickly?” Clark asked, incredulous at the situation unfolding before them.
The small man grinned and responded with two words: “your employer.”
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In the basement, while Arthur, Clark and Geoff were heading towards the Hall of Fishmongers, Delia had taken a moment to plan her actions. She was amazed Geoff left like that; she really would have protected him from the chief, but the former city guard was insistent on going. The businesswoman began heading for the exit herself, but she was blocked in the staircase by the man who had answered the door earlier, now armed with a knife. She considered retreating back into the basement, but the voice of Gordon behind her dissuaded the woman from doing so.
“Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t kill you now."
Delia sighed; she knew there was only one way out of this. “I know where one of the keys is.”
“AAAAAH!”
The pair went outside in time to see the man running off along with the cause of the crashing noise. It was Roland, who had impacted the now bloody and unconscious Geoff in his spiked ball form. Based on the fact that Gordon could be seen in the distance running up to them, Arthur deduced that the fat spiked man had been kicked at Geoff like he had experienced earlier.
Roland unfurled himself and wasted no time. “Hand over the key,” he told Arthur in a threatening tone.
“How did you even find us so quickly?” Clark asked, incredulous at the situation unfolding before them.
The small man grinned and responded with two words: “your employer.”
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In the basement, while Arthur, Clark and Geoff were heading towards the Hall of Fishmongers, Delia had taken a moment to plan her actions. She was amazed Geoff left like that; she really would have protected him from the chief, but the former city guard was insistent on going. The businesswoman began heading for the exit herself, but she was blocked in the staircase by the man who had answered the door earlier, now armed with a knife. She considered retreating back into the basement, but the voice of Gordon behind her dissuaded the woman from doing so.
“Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t kill you now."
Delia sighed; she knew there was only one way out of this. “I know where one of the keys is.”
@threetoads you are next!
@fusagi you are next!
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Don't use ur facts against me >,<
I just know my post was a little all over the place, like most of my posts :P
I'll use facts however I want. One fact I'll use now is...you are next Guccicorn :P
Clark knew that Delia was uncertain of how much she should say, so he decided to focus on reading her mind rather than Geoff’s, who he knew wouldn’t betray them. The man was still firm in his belief he did the right thing despite the Chief’s threat. “Sir Geoff, please watch Roland for us,” the cricket quietly asked. The man simply nodded in response.
“This was supposed to be a routine meeting. Edgar and I discuss some things, the Chief gets his bribe, we get on with our day. I had no idea they were going to attack like that.” Delia said. She was clearly frustrated at herself more than at the fact that she was almost killed.
Clark coughed just after she said that as a way to point out the woman’s failure to listen earlier. “And I’m sorry for that” Delia quickly added.
“And what was the powder for, anyway? I’m not some drug dealer, Delia!” Despite how calm he had managed to be throughout the ordeal, Arthur had a hint of anger in his voice. However he made a living in his forgotten past, he knew it wasn’t through a life like this. It felt wrong.
The woman sighed. Clark could tell she didn’t want to reveal this information, but she felt she had to. “It’s specialized medicine for a skin condition. When I was a teenager, I was pretty sick, and Doctor Smith knew my family was poor. He sold it to us at cost, which helped us a great deal. Eventually, I got better, but I convinced the doctor it was chronic. He kept sending the powder to me and I sold it for a profit. I was able to invest the money, so to speak, and now I have the casino.”
Arthur had more questions for Delia, but Clark spoke up first, and did so surprisingly calmly for someone who just learned his friend had been taken advantage of for years.
“Delia, please pay Arthur and I what we agreed to and ensure the safety of Sir Geoff. Then I would suggest going to your office where you won’t get hurt. We should be on our way.”
Arthur wasn’t sure how Clark could be so calm, but he decided he should trust his friend. The cricket had helped him on the beach, in the city and in this city’s basement, while all Arthur had done was lead him into danger. The amnesiac felt he owed Clark his trust and more. “Right,” he added.
The woman was stunned by Clark’s restraint. “...yes, that sounds good. Geoff will be safe, you have my word. Thank you for your help today, both of you.” As Clark examined the gambling magnate’s mind to confirm she was telling the truth, she gave each of them their 20 gold. “You’re welcome. Good luck, Delia” Clark added as he and Arthur left the basement. Geoff took a moment to look on in astonishment at the situation; if the cricket had took the time to read the likely former guard’s mind at that point, he would’ve known Geoff felt bad for how he suspected him yesterday.
After the pair emerged from the run-down building, the cricket looked around to see if they were being watched. Satisfied that they were not, Clark quietly told Arthur “Delia found where one of those keys is this morning. We can get it first if we hurry. Follow me.”
“This was supposed to be a routine meeting. Edgar and I discuss some things, the Chief gets his bribe, we get on with our day. I had no idea they were going to attack like that.” Delia said. She was clearly frustrated at herself more than at the fact that she was almost killed.
Clark coughed just after she said that as a way to point out the woman’s failure to listen earlier. “And I’m sorry for that” Delia quickly added.
“And what was the powder for, anyway? I’m not some drug dealer, Delia!” Despite how calm he had managed to be throughout the ordeal, Arthur had a hint of anger in his voice. However he made a living in his forgotten past, he knew it wasn’t through a life like this. It felt wrong.
The woman sighed. Clark could tell she didn’t want to reveal this information, but she felt she had to. “It’s specialized medicine for a skin condition. When I was a teenager, I was pretty sick, and Doctor Smith knew my family was poor. He sold it to us at cost, which helped us a great deal. Eventually, I got better, but I convinced the doctor it was chronic. He kept sending the powder to me and I sold it for a profit. I was able to invest the money, so to speak, and now I have the casino.”
Arthur had more questions for Delia, but Clark spoke up first, and did so surprisingly calmly for someone who just learned his friend had been taken advantage of for years.
“Delia, please pay Arthur and I what we agreed to and ensure the safety of Sir Geoff. Then I would suggest going to your office where you won’t get hurt. We should be on our way.”
Arthur wasn’t sure how Clark could be so calm, but he decided he should trust his friend. The cricket had helped him on the beach, in the city and in this city’s basement, while all Arthur had done was lead him into danger. The amnesiac felt he owed Clark his trust and more. “Right,” he added.
The woman was stunned by Clark’s restraint. “...yes, that sounds good. Geoff will be safe, you have my word. Thank you for your help today, both of you.” As Clark examined the gambling magnate’s mind to confirm she was telling the truth, she gave each of them their 20 gold. “You’re welcome. Good luck, Delia” Clark added as he and Arthur left the basement. Geoff took a moment to look on in astonishment at the situation; if the cricket had took the time to read the likely former guard’s mind at that point, he would’ve known Geoff felt bad for how he suspected him yesterday.
After the pair emerged from the run-down building, the cricket looked around to see if they were being watched. Satisfied that they were not, Clark quietly told Arthur “Delia found where one of those keys is this morning. We can get it first if we hurry. Follow me.”
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