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THE BALLADEER
THE BALLADEER
from death to morning.
[ it's ajax's lucky day. he might have been kidnapped and roughed up, sure, but scaramouche has been eyeing him up with the intended message: i think you could make for a decent human shield. and graciously, scara decides against it.
maybe it's because ajax couldn't be more obviously uninvolved in this world, or that he does look a lot like that kid scara guided out of the dangerous part of town last week. or maybe he's just too tall and unpredictable to be a good shield.
whatever it is, scara goes for the ambush instead. the kidnapper who comes to check on them gets his gun stolen before he can open his mouth, and scara's bullet goes clean through his head. scara spits on the man and barely glances over in ajax's direction. ]
Stay until it's quiet. Then get the hell away.
[ that's all the instruction he gives before he heads out into the hall where the rest of the kidnappers are on their way. there aren't many because this isn't much of a sophisticated operation, he has enough bullets as long as he doesn't miss.
he only stops for a split second when he feels a bullet graze his side - he assumes they've missed, the idiots. unlike them, he's shooting to kill and that gives him the advantage.
it only takes a minute or two for the hall to go quiet. the only sound left is scara's ragged breathing as he reaches for his side and finds it warm and wet with a whole lot of blood. it turns out they didn't miss. that's embarrassing.
but a little gunshot wound has never stopped him before. he just needs to rest up against the wall before he deals with it. ]
maybe it's because ajax couldn't be more obviously uninvolved in this world, or that he does look a lot like that kid scara guided out of the dangerous part of town last week. or maybe he's just too tall and unpredictable to be a good shield.
whatever it is, scara goes for the ambush instead. the kidnapper who comes to check on them gets his gun stolen before he can open his mouth, and scara's bullet goes clean through his head. scara spits on the man and barely glances over in ajax's direction. ]
Stay until it's quiet. Then get the hell away.
[ that's all the instruction he gives before he heads out into the hall where the rest of the kidnappers are on their way. there aren't many because this isn't much of a sophisticated operation, he has enough bullets as long as he doesn't miss.
he only stops for a split second when he feels a bullet graze his side - he assumes they've missed, the idiots. unlike them, he's shooting to kill and that gives him the advantage.
it only takes a minute or two for the hall to go quiet. the only sound left is scara's ragged breathing as he reaches for his side and finds it warm and wet with a whole lot of blood. it turns out they didn't miss. that's embarrassing.
but a little gunshot wound has never stopped him before. he just needs to rest up against the wall before he deals with it. ]
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[ scaramouche's ego is too ironclad to be threatened by wearing a wig or a dress, as frilly as it may be. he is the best of the harbingers at putting on an act, and an old pervert won't think to hide much information from an innocent young girl.
why the tsaritsa assigned childe along with him, he doesn't know. perhaps as a red herring, a bad actor and an obvious spy who can be sacrificed when necessary, which brings him enough comfort to keep from complaining.
the master of the house will be returning later in the day but they've already been assigned their duties. scaramouche arrived earlier than expected to snoop around and prepare his troublesome outfit. he's managed to squeeze into the tight dress and slip on the thigh highs and high heels by the time he hears the door open.
he and childe were assigned the servants' quarters nearest the master bedroom with little else beyond two worn cots and a dresser already stocked with their uniforms. scaramouche is brushing through his long, straight wig and doesn't spare a glance to childe.
the only acknowledgement he gives is to turn his back, dress unzipped and sleeves falling down his shoulders. ]
You. Zip me up.
why the tsaritsa assigned childe along with him, he doesn't know. perhaps as a red herring, a bad actor and an obvious spy who can be sacrificed when necessary, which brings him enough comfort to keep from complaining.
the master of the house will be returning later in the day but they've already been assigned their duties. scaramouche arrived earlier than expected to snoop around and prepare his troublesome outfit. he's managed to squeeze into the tight dress and slip on the thigh highs and high heels by the time he hears the door open.
he and childe were assigned the servants' quarters nearest the master bedroom with little else beyond two worn cots and a dresser already stocked with their uniforms. scaramouche is brushing through his long, straight wig and doesn't spare a glance to childe.
the only acknowledgement he gives is to turn his back, dress unzipped and sleeves falling down his shoulders. ]
You. Zip me up.