RE: Wizard Detective
03-29-2017, 09:00 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-29-2017, 03:21 PM by BreadProduct.)
Morgan's anxiety boils over. "Now isn't really a good time!" She closes her left eye and covers her left ear and No one in particular's senses come back into view. No one in particular has moved, searching for something. Logan speaks up breaking Morgan's focus once more. "There is no other time. Yeh said yeh are a detective right? I want to hire yeh." Whatever is happening inside 'The Dusty Shrew' is time sensitive but Logan doesn't seem like he is going to leave. She needs to think of something quick. "Something big needs my attention right now. So help me and I will help you. Get this couch on the wagon and follow me to my place in silence, please." Logan's expression is one of insulted confusion. "I dun't see how this ugly couch be more important." Morgan looks back in the direction of 'The Dusty Shrew' "Okay sorry that came out wrong. I am a Wizard, my familiar is spying on some bandits and I need to focus on that okay?" Silently Logan lifts the couch effortlessly and places it on the wagon, with a gesture he says "After yeh."
No doesn't know what Morgan is up to, senses other than emotions don't work both ways. But Master is capable, Master is smart and smell like flowers. There is a non flowers smell right now. The funny pie No smelled last time. It's coming from above, a draft? No climbs the support beams higher up and higher still, A mouse grey and small, it runs away making squeaking noises. "What was that?" Did they spot No? She darts deeper into the shadows. A crossbow bolt hits the wall just inches away from the weasels nose. The mouse scurries further and falls onto a table. "It's just a mouse, don't waste your bolts." The bolt smells funny, like that pie. But No has a job to do and turns away, running across the highest support beam into a hole, she is between the walls now.
Morgan bumps into a fence. Logan grabs her before she tips over into the rushing waters below. "Yeh missed the bridge." Morgan snaps back to her surroundings. "Oh uh, thanks." Logan looks at the lass with a puzzled smile. "Yeh really planned on doing this on your lonesome? Yeh more likely teh get hurt staring off at nuthin." Morgan can see her place. "It's not far now we are almost there, I need to focus."
No shuffles between the walls following that strange smell that both pie and bolt had, She can hear something through the wall. "Keep quiet I think I heard something." That doesn't sound like bandits. There is a small light. a small hole in the wall. She peers through it. Two people wearing aprons. There are brooms and buckets and chairs. No can feel Morgan sympathize with these people are they good guys? They are not talking and the smell is not in there, better keep moving.
Another hole this one has the smell, the weasel scurries in the direction of the light flowing through the knotted plank of wood. On the other side a kitchen with pots and pans and the big guy with a mustache is pacing in circles mumbling. "What do I do? She didn't take the pie and now it's sitting there on the table. I can't go out and get it, but what if they take it? Oh no no no that would be worse." He is leaving. No leans forward to get a better look. The wooden plank moves. It's loose.
Morgan and Logan are at the front door, the couch just slightly too large to fit inside, the two are rotating and positioning the couch at odd angles looking for a clean fit.
No pushes the wooden plank to the floor and jumps into the kitchen. The smell is strong here. Not too far now what is that? A door it's slightly ajar the weasel pulls the door open and peaks her head inside to look. Morgan speaks out accidentally dropping the couch on the floor. "Cultists" Logan looks over at her. "We really need to talk after all."
No doesn't know what Morgan is up to, senses other than emotions don't work both ways. But Master is capable, Master is smart and smell like flowers. There is a non flowers smell right now. The funny pie No smelled last time. It's coming from above, a draft? No climbs the support beams higher up and higher still, A mouse grey and small, it runs away making squeaking noises. "What was that?" Did they spot No? She darts deeper into the shadows. A crossbow bolt hits the wall just inches away from the weasels nose. The mouse scurries further and falls onto a table. "It's just a mouse, don't waste your bolts." The bolt smells funny, like that pie. But No has a job to do and turns away, running across the highest support beam into a hole, she is between the walls now.
Morgan bumps into a fence. Logan grabs her before she tips over into the rushing waters below. "Yeh missed the bridge." Morgan snaps back to her surroundings. "Oh uh, thanks." Logan looks at the lass with a puzzled smile. "Yeh really planned on doing this on your lonesome? Yeh more likely teh get hurt staring off at nuthin." Morgan can see her place. "It's not far now we are almost there, I need to focus."
No shuffles between the walls following that strange smell that both pie and bolt had, She can hear something through the wall. "Keep quiet I think I heard something." That doesn't sound like bandits. There is a small light. a small hole in the wall. She peers through it. Two people wearing aprons. There are brooms and buckets and chairs. No can feel Morgan sympathize with these people are they good guys? They are not talking and the smell is not in there, better keep moving.
Another hole this one has the smell, the weasel scurries in the direction of the light flowing through the knotted plank of wood. On the other side a kitchen with pots and pans and the big guy with a mustache is pacing in circles mumbling. "What do I do? She didn't take the pie and now it's sitting there on the table. I can't go out and get it, but what if they take it? Oh no no no that would be worse." He is leaving. No leans forward to get a better look. The wooden plank moves. It's loose.
Morgan and Logan are at the front door, the couch just slightly too large to fit inside, the two are rotating and positioning the couch at odd angles looking for a clean fit.
No pushes the wooden plank to the floor and jumps into the kitchen. The smell is strong here. Not too far now what is that? A door it's slightly ajar the weasel pulls the door open and peaks her head inside to look. Morgan speaks out accidentally dropping the couch on the floor. "Cultists" Logan looks over at her. "We really need to talk after all."
