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Vanthene: *having followed the sounds of someone else in the sewers, she peers over the edge of a gutter and spies Gorlim* Huh. Curly. Not the one I want but... *throws a rock at his head* You still alive, or am I too late?
Gorlim: *He jerks awake as the rock smacks him and blinks, rubbing his head* Whozzat?
Vanthene: Alive, then. I don't know whether to be disappointed or relieved.
Gorlim: I know that voice. *squints into the shadows* Who's there?
Vanthene: Oh, guess.
Gorlim: *thinks..... thinks some more..... blinks* VANTHENE. *He leaps to his feet, leaning against the wall to steady himself as the blood rushes to his head*
Vanthene: I'd give you a gold star, but I'm fresh out. *leans against a wall* Not that Goldilocks deserved it, but I gave her one anyway.
Gorlim: *growls* Where is Hanild? What have you done to her??
Vanthene: *waves a hand over her head* Up there. Probably dragged off to the healers by someone or other by now. *ponders* Or maybe not. There are an awful lot of injured just lying around these days.
Gorlim: You took her out of the sewers?
Vanthene: *raises an eyebrow* It's filthy down here. No where near sanitary enough for our little game.
Gorlim: Game? *growls* If you've hurt her, I swear I'll.... *he doesn't finish the threat, realizing suddenly that he has no weapons*
Vanthene: You'll...? *twirls a sword - point down - in the dirt* You know, for all her royal lines, her blood was just as red as everyone else's. Of course, it tasted sweeter, but that could have all been in my head.
Gorlim: *wrinkles his nose* You DRANK her BLOOD??? Vampire! *spits at her and backs slowly against the wall* I'll finish you off, sword or no.
Vanthene: Well, it was everywhere. Kind of hard to avoid. *smirks* You really should be better armed. It's not safe down here.
Gorlim: *mumbles* They took my sword. Won't tell me where they put it.
Vanthene: Should have visited the armory. It's not guarded anymore. *tosses the sword up, grabbing the handle firmly and steadily* That's where I got this, since my little knife had done it's job and all.
Gorlim: I wasn't in the palace. *watches her blade* I can't go there.
Vanthene: That's a shame. Nice and quiet in there.
Gorlim: Quiet?
Vanthene: *nods* Quiet. Everyone's scared or dead.
Gorlim: *dangerously* You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that, now, would you?
Vanthene: I haven't killed a soul. Oh, wait, did Frealaf have a soul? *taps her chin thoughtfully*
Gorlim: Tell me... tell me was it you who put the poison in the flour?
Vanthene: You and I haven't played enough, obviously. *lowers her voice* I like my victims to know who's hurting them.
Gorlim: Is that a yes or a no? *demanding*
Vanthene: *sighs* It means if you have to ask if I did something, then it wasn't me.
Gorlim: *snarls* Do you know who it was?
Vanthene: I can't say I paid attention. *shrugs* I'm rather self-absorbed.
Gorlim: Then you're of no use to me until I find out what you've done to Hanild and can judge whether or not it warrants my killing you. Piss off.
Vanthene: Have it your way. You look a little stranded anyway. Oh, when you do eventually find her, tell her I'll see her soon. I'm not sure she was conscious enough to remember when I told her.
Gorlim: *suddenly lunges at her, trying to grab her ankles and pull her down, hoping to break her neck on the rock wall*
Vanthene: *scoots back, hitting the flat of the sword against the ledge, narrowly missing his fingers* Now that wasn't very nice.
Gorlim: *stands under the ledge, scowling at her like a beast in a cage*
Vanthene: I think I'll just leave you here for the rats and other assorted critters. They come out at night, you know. Besides, this sword isn't for you.
Gorlim: They don't come here. Who's it for, then?
Vanthene: A very special someone. Someone who broke something I really wanted to play with.
Gorlim: Oh? Who might that be?
Vanthene: Well now, that would be telling, wouldn't it?
Gorlim: Yes, it would be. *stares*
Vanthene: Telling isn't part of the game. *speaks as if she's talking to a small child* And we have to play by the rules.
Gorlim: What rules are those?
Vanthene: That if I don't get my way, the people who prevent me from getting it have to pay for it. *nods* This someone needs to pay, and then I can continue playing.
Gorlim: You'll never win.
Vanthene: You think so? I think I'm doing pretty well so far.
Gorlim: I'll stop you. And if I fail, others will come.
Vanthene: You all keep saying that and yet it never happens.
Gorlim: *leaps again, grabbing at her*
Vanthene: *kicks at the ground, sending rocks and dirt towards his face* Stop that. *cocks her head suddenly* Hmm, I think it's time to go.
Gorlim: Where?
Vanthene: Away. Hunting. But not for you. You're already trapped and the only person I don't like as a challenge is the Princess.
Gorlim: I am NOT trapped!
Vanthene: Trapped, lost. Same weakness. *holds the sword tight and backs away further* Don't you worry. We'll meet again.
Gorlim: *tries to scramble quickly out of the ledge to get at her*
Vanthene: *holds the sword out at arms length towards him* Not now, honey. I have a headache.
Gorlim: *bares his teeth towards her, struggling to climb out and not doing too well*
Vanthene: *sighs* Right now, you're too much a damsel in distress for my liking and I am not your knight in shining armour, sword aside. *continues backing up* Time to go...
Gorlim: *as he falls back onto the ledge again* I AM NOT A DAMSEL!
Vanthene: *laughs* You're almost as helpless as Goldilocks is! all you're missing is the dress. *retreats further into the shadows* Tell her I miss her.
Gorlim: *yells curses after her in every language he knows*
Vanthene: *blows a kiss and goes*