GLoG XXV (that's 25!): Mapped out an' everythin'!

[horngeek]

{{...
I'm tempted to make a plot clone of Daisuke for this.
Why would it be a plot clone?
Because he's in Soul Society and will be until november}}

[billtodamax]

((Nah, don't bother. Wait till tomorrow. There's noone but me here.))

[horngeek]

{{Oh, I'm not going to do it. I'm just tempted to}}

[The Bushranger]

((*Gets a truly brilliant idea*
...Mwahahaha!))

[Morty]

The goblin in Vorka's room grins wickedly as he udeadtimes. He feels the urge to eats someting - someone, but he resist it for now.
We have the book. Let's go.

[Ashen Lilies]

For convenience purposes, Garm and Naeryen weren't in the room when Dipsnig read the spells, since I have to deadtime and so can't be bothered to roleplay the confrontation.

"Alright then. Let's go."
"When did you get a swo-"
""Not now. I don't wish to stay in this place any longer than we need to.""

[Morty]

Follow me. Dipsnig quickly leads them towards the exit, hiding the book in a sack he brought with himself.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt's in the great room. Clearly in between Dipsnig and the exit.

Well not really. He's more off to one side, sitting at a table and eating and watching the going ons around him than in the way.

[Morty]

Dipsnig sees Reinholdt, and after fighting the weird urge to eat him, he heads for the exit, not wanting to get caught.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt watches curious as to when Dipsnig's teeth got so pointy and when he picked up such a nasty looking glimmering sword.

Hmmm... was that artifact material? It sure looked like it. If not artifact then pretty darn close to it to this Treasure Hunter's senses. Reinholdt mentally files this away in the category of look into examining and retrieving later.

Dipsnig is not stopped, however.

[Morty]

Unless otherwise stopped, Dipsnig leaves, Garm and Naeryen presumably following.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Aware that she might be nomm'd on the moment she left her bedroom, Nikolai stepped out slowly, freshly dressed.
Slowly, she walked down the hall, eyes darting about.
And then she saw Reinholdt, and stopped.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt stands up suddenly upon seeing the necromancer, mostly out of surprise. Nikolai wasn't supposed to be here. Figures. Just figures.

He sits down slowly again. "Hello Nikki." He motions to the seat across from him, offering her the chance to sit.

[RabbitHoleLost]

"Reinholdt..." She refused to sit down, remember the occasion from beforehand.
"What are you doing here?!"

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt stirred his tea. Didn't use to drink tea. Not until that Mad Hatter tea incident anyways. Still prefers milk. But stirring tea seems appropriate right now as he's doing his best to stay calm.

"I'm here to redeem myself for my misdeeds. And you?" He's so crazy he's trying to fix things! How nuts is that?

[RabbitHoleLost]

Unconsciously, Nikolai lifted her hand, tracing over her shirt the cut he had inflicted on her.
"I followed someone here. Rather, they took me here and left me."

[Reinholdt]

The movement is not lost on Reinholdt and he looks away. "Left you huh? Awfully cruel of them. To just leave you like that." He speaks from experience!

[AmberVael]

Crimson slowly pulls back to consciousness, her eyes blinking open. She stands up, then notices Reinholdt and Nikolai.
Eh? What?
Oh no... not her.
Crimson freezes, completely uncertain of what to do. One part of her mind says she should get mad, another says she should run, another tells her to fall to her knees and apologize.
Not being good at making decisions, she just stands there with big eyes.

The mark on her forehead and the strange aura that marked her as so disturbing and odd have both faded away.

[RabbitHoleLost]

The necromancer is completely unawares of Crimson. This might be for the best, anyways.
However, she becomes slightly defensive.
"He'll be back. He often goes off for a while, but he always comes back."
Too bad for Nikolai its unlikely he actually will.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt looks at Crimson. He didn't even know she was lying there. Oh well. He eyes her curiously, but says nothing.

He looks back at Nikolai, his eyes sad, a smile etched on his face. "Sure he will Nikki." He looks down at his tea. "Sure he will..."

[AmberVael]

Crimson scampers off and ends up in the kitchen, hiding from the two.

[RabbitHoleLost]

"He..he will!" Nikolai seemed suddenly desperate, as if she could simply make it true by repeating it.
"Just because your woman disappeared like that, doesn't mean everyone's like that!"
No, but its understandable to say that Rabbit was quite a bit more decent than Faust.

Humility arrived back to Nikolai and she sat, diverting her eyes from the catman.
"So...er..." How to go about asking Reinholdt on the zombie situation?
"GLoG doesn't happen to have an infestation of a zombie-like illness right now, does it?"
Very tactful.

[Neon Knight]

Crimson would find Corentin in the kitchen, having a cup of tea. He acknowledged her with a slight bow of his head.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt tosses the teacup quite suddenly at the wall where it shatters with a loud... shattering sound, the tea splattering the wall. If it had only been Rabbit who had left, things may have been much easier to handle. But no. It was everyone, everytime.

He sinks back in his chair and takes a few deep breaths. "Not that I know of no." Though that noise may be attracting a zombie shortly.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Nikolai jumped at the tossing of the teacup, shrieking.
As she calms herself, she stands up, speaking not a word, collects the broken shards of the teacup, and leaves the room.

[AmberVael]

Crimson gives Corentin a faint smile.
"H-hi."
She looks rather close to tears.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt sits at the table for a while shaking more than he cares to admit. Until he stands up suddenly, scraping the chair loudly on the floor, and goes to his room.

[Neon Knight]

Corentin set his cup of tea down on the counter and walked over to her. "Are you alright, madam?" He smiled a the understandingly. "If you desire solitude, I can give you some privacy."

[AmberVael]

"I-it's... Irene- she's... dead."
Crimson says, giving a hiccup as she slowly starts crying.

[Neon Knight]

Corentin placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Dead?" His other arm wrapped around her, turning the gesture into a hug. "How terrible..."