"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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"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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T: Laurel's married to a huge asshole. She can deal with a lot. XD Also, I'm an evil typist. Fire away.
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T: Oh, yes, poor Laurel. Agravaine is indeed quite aggravating.
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He's not lying, for once. He is, after all, soaked from top to bottom.
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Indeed it is. Gormenghast was completely flooded when Steerpike left, though it's not impossible it was what afforded his unlikely escape.
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Steerpike is getting comfortable, and in the firelight Laurel is seeming prettier than in the hall.
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