Seven Sickles

[vodkadrinksyou]

[He blinks. He's very good at blinking. It doesn't really help, though. Not as much as he thought. Because the room is very nearly blown to pieces. There's shards of wood and tile and metal and computer wires all over the place, and scuff marks all over what remains of the floor. There isn't much of that left, either. Whatever's left is covered in

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[vodkadrinksyou]

[He takes a breath and rearranges his pipe, still smiling much too happily for being surrounded by destruction.]

My friends have been taken away. They aren't the type to be taken away. That's why everything's destroyed.

[Deep breath goes here.]

I'm going to find them, though. It won't take long.

[vodkadrinksyou]

[He takes a breath, and then smiles a little.]

If my friends aren't back in a half hour, and with at least one building on fire? Yes. That'd be very helpful.

[vodkadrinksyou]

One is named Skeith. He has a wand that sends people into comas. The other is Tarvos. I think she can do the same.

[He seems to smirk, oddly enough.]

Whoever took them is not ordinary, you see?

[vodkadrinksyou]

I'm all right. Very much all right. I just need a bit more vodka, and then everything will be all right.

[His smile is still looking very fake and plastered on here.]

Worse things have happened. I'll get them back, if they don't come back on their own.

[vodkadrinksyou]

You have your ways, I have mine. Vodka's worked for a long time, it'll work now.

[vodkadrinksyou]

Nyet. If I knew where to look, I'd have found them by now. It won't take long though. I'll ask. I'll watch. I'll know.

[vodkadrinksyou]

Sure. I can do that.

[Pause.]

Thank you.