"Ha! You ill-begotten, unworthy wretch! You did not kill me! Nothing can kill Master Steerpike, nothing!" He claims, repeats, singing and dancing madly as he flails in the darkening, rainy night. Until... In a surprising deft movement he turns and stares at an uncanny source of light, a beacon in the night, and he suddenly realized he is no
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"Greetings, Master Steerpike," says our anti-hero, "at your service" though his eyes are not quite conveying servitude, and neither does the ridiculously flourished bow he affords Admetus. "Would the Master be home?" He asks with the charming confidence of one who is already well installed in the household. "Do let them know I am here."
T: Oh, dear. What has Admetus gotten himself into. Run, my dear, run, for my master is a monster !
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Yes. Until he can take over, that is, and suckle this place for all its worth. And then, perhaps if he has a shred of a conscience left, he'll be thankful.
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Melisande answers, her smile just as charming, if with a slight edge. She lifts her eyebrows at the stranger, her flawless face mildly curious. "Hello?"
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If Steerpike still had thoughts for Fuschia, they have just evaporated into complete oblivion, as have any memories that might have been hers.
He bows, elegantly, skillfully, and a little bit ridiculously. "Master Steerpike, at your service," he offers with the most charming smile he can muster. This one's actually sincere.
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He turns around, and looks at her with appreciation. Beautiful. Deadly beautiful. She could kill with but a look. "The honor is all mine," he tells her with another sweeping bow.
T: Yes, it's amusing how they seem to get antsy, those bad guys. I almost took up Phedre, by the way. Still thinking about it. :P
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"Master Steerpike, of Gormenghast," he said with a cluth on his jacket. "And very cold and wet, would like shelter from the masters of the manor."
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"Good eve, sir," quietly but not timidly, perhaps the fairer for her preoccupation, though it's been long enough since anyone found her so.
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Of course, that the devil be so far from home is to him a blessing he couldn't expect - isn't that just what he needed? A fresh start in a new and luxurious place?
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Having already caused on kitten's death by drowning (Fuschia), Steerpike decides against anything unpleasant for his greeter, for now. She's lovely enough to entertain him, at least.
T: I'm so sorry about my puppet. He's such a bad socken. Shall I put him back into the puppet bag?
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