RE: The Damnable Fisticuffs (Round One: Kingdom of Giam)
11-28-2012, 03:56 AM
Tulip fluttered around in the cage, confused. She was sure the prize was in here somewhere, but she couldn't find it. Or anything else, for that matter.
Then a thought struck her. What if somebody else had beaten her to the prize? Outrageous! How dare they claim her prize! They'd pay for that!
At that very moment, dark clouds began gathering over Maximus Smith-Mason-Gardener-Smythe's home.
***
Robespierre quickly glanced around the room. Maximus was sitting at his table, lost in thought and muttering something to himself. He didn't notice the teenage thief at all.
Robespierre considered sneaking up on the wizard and knocking him out, but he really wasn't in the mood to take chances with someone who could probably turn into a frog. He decided to do what he was best at: hiding. His eyes turned to a large cloth covering something in the corner.
Perfect.
Silently, Robespierre slithered across the floor to the cloth, and ducked under it.
Then he realized he couldn't hear Maximus' ramblings any more. He quickly peeked out from under the cloth and looked at the table.
The wizard was still there. And he still looked like he was talking. Weird. Was this some kind of magic soundproof cloth?
Robespierre suddenly smiled as he realized how useful a magic soundproof cloth could be in his line of work. Rupert was sure to have some ideas for it.
"Hey! You down there! Did you steal my prize?"
Startled, Robespierre looked up, and realized the cloth was covering a cage. And there was a butterfly inside it.
Were he a bit older and wiser, Robespierre might have thought of making a deal with Tulip, or accusing another competitor of the crime.
Instead, he just thought "Damn! I've been caught!" and ran away as fast as he could with the cloth, rushing out the window.
Maximus turned towards the noise, startled to hear Tulip's ramblings again, but then he saw to his befuddlement that the thief wasn't running off with his new discovery, but just with a sheet of common silencecloth.
He scratched his head as he watched the thief run out the window, then went to the closet and tossed another cloth over the cage.
"Honestly, some people have the strangest tastes," he said to himself, staring over his half-finished letter again.
Then a thought struck her. What if somebody else had beaten her to the prize? Outrageous! How dare they claim her prize! They'd pay for that!
At that very moment, dark clouds began gathering over Maximus Smith-Mason-Gardener-Smythe's home.
***
Robespierre quickly glanced around the room. Maximus was sitting at his table, lost in thought and muttering something to himself. He didn't notice the teenage thief at all.
Robespierre considered sneaking up on the wizard and knocking him out, but he really wasn't in the mood to take chances with someone who could probably turn into a frog. He decided to do what he was best at: hiding. His eyes turned to a large cloth covering something in the corner.
Perfect.
Silently, Robespierre slithered across the floor to the cloth, and ducked under it.
Then he realized he couldn't hear Maximus' ramblings any more. He quickly peeked out from under the cloth and looked at the table.
The wizard was still there. And he still looked like he was talking. Weird. Was this some kind of magic soundproof cloth?
Robespierre suddenly smiled as he realized how useful a magic soundproof cloth could be in his line of work. Rupert was sure to have some ideas for it.
"Hey! You down there! Did you steal my prize?"
Startled, Robespierre looked up, and realized the cloth was covering a cage. And there was a butterfly inside it.
Were he a bit older and wiser, Robespierre might have thought of making a deal with Tulip, or accusing another competitor of the crime.
Instead, he just thought "Damn! I've been caught!" and ran away as fast as he could with the cloth, rushing out the window.
Maximus turned towards the noise, startled to hear Tulip's ramblings again, but then he saw to his befuddlement that the thief wasn't running off with his new discovery, but just with a sheet of common silencecloth.
He scratched his head as he watched the thief run out the window, then went to the closet and tossed another cloth over the cage.
"Honestly, some people have the strangest tastes," he said to himself, staring over his half-finished letter again.