Wanted: A Man Named Hades

[oilwithvinegar]

Paul enters the main room, looking around with a smirk. It should be noted that there's a gun in his belt, hidden by his coat, along with a variety of other concealed weapons. "I'm looking for a man named Hades."

Typist: Poor Paul has no idea that there's more than one. Have at him, Hadeses.

Comments

[book_jumper]

"I wouldn't, if I were you."

[oilwithvinegar]

"No? Might I ask why not?"

[book_jumper]

"They're -- not the nicest of people." And they all have a grudge against Thursday, but we're not mentioning that.

[oilwithvinegar]

"Neither am I. You know, you look remarkably like my new apprentice. I don't suppose you have a twin... brother?"

[book_jumper]

"No-ooo. I've got two brothers, but they're not twins." She sticks out a hand. "Thursday Next."

[oilwithvinegar]

"Prince Paul Marloffski, of Russia." He kisses her hand, smiling. "Delighted."

[book_jumper]

She takes her hand back, giving him a bit of a smirk. "Sure you are. From --Wilde, right? The Nihilists?"

[oilwithvinegar]

"... Excuse me?"

[book_jumper]

"It's a play, by Oscar Wilde. That's what you're from, yeah?"

[oilwithvinegar]

"I'm not familiar with the name."

[book_jumper]

She shrugs. "Okay, then. He's an Irish playwright and author."

[oilwithvinegar]

"I see. He wrote about me? I hope he did me justice."