010 [action] Dammit, Katie

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[Sigmund would love to be helping to get these monsters under control, he really would. It's been far too long since he's had a proper fight. Unfortunately, that is going to have to wait a while, because certain nine year old girls in his care pick the worst times possible to run off. This child is going to worry him to death. Which means that, at

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[Meanwhile Edward will be looking rather desperately for Sigmund, so hopefully they'll be able to run into one another. There is a certain issue they need to deal with at home like NOW.]

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[With their luck, they're likely to run into one another literally. They're spared that fate, however, because as Sigmund is rounding a corner, the Hydrake veers off in another direction, intrigued by the big blue person. Sigmund has been trying to ignore the thing, but it's so odd for it to suddenly oblige him and leave that he turns around again to see where it's going.

...Oh. It's Edward. He has a suspicion that this won't be good news.]

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[Oh, there he is.

....Is that what he thinks it is.]

My lord! ...What... is that following you...?

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[It's a Hydrake, Edward. What does it look like?] Just ignore it.

[But Ed better not have come all the way out here and stopped him just to ask about the Hydrake. This is wasting time he could be spent searching. Ed has about half a minute to start a good explanation, or he's leaving.]

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[What is it with that child giving dead musicians heart attacks? That's not the sort of hobby she should be picking up.

Ah well. Yo, Sigmund. There's a group of zombies that have taken a liking to that Hydrake. One of them has started a small (but controlled!) fire, while two more move to capture the little Hydrake with the intention of roasting him. WHAT DO YOU DO.

Oh, and there's probably a skeleton around here somewhere. Hiding and whatnot. >.>]

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[Hydrake has other ideas about that cooking fire, and attacks it furiously. Fairly effective, since the little dragon... turtle... thing... shoots water from its mouth.

Sigmund takes advantage of that distraction to launch an attack of his own, leaping high into the air. Bet these zombies weren't expecting DEATH FROM ABOVE. They're all getting a facefull of shield and sword from 8 feet in the air.

There may or may not be a detached zombie head rolling to a stop near Brook's hiding place very soon.]

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[Oh, you mean that head that's still talking? Darn those One Piece zombies and their refusal to did by normal means.]

GYAH! ZOMBIES!

[Luckily though, since it is a zombie, he knows just what to do with it. Jumping from his hiding spot, he throws a small bundle of salt into the zombies mouth, as well as the gaping maw of the one that came to help it. Their skin begins to shrivel as inky shadows spill from their mouths, and they drop dead to the ground.

...granted, this would look much more badass if Brook weren't shrieking like a girl as he did it.]

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[At the shriek, Sigmund whips around to look-

-and stops. They have skeleton monsters where he's from. They aren't friendly. They... usually also aren't squealing about zombies, and tend to not have that much hair. He shifts his grip on his sword uncertainly.

What do?]

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[Richard has his own winged caboose at the moment as well, though his seems to be both more intimidating and more competent than that... whatever it is that's following Sigmund around.

Don't mind him just stopping to watch the Hydrake derp along. There's something hilarious about someone like Sigmund being followed by something that looks like a flying, squeaking plush toy.]

... Sir Sigmund?

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[Sigmund dispatches some random straggler monster that has wandered into his path, which Hydrake helpfully attacks with a blast of water, just to make sure. He glances in Richard's direction, but otherwise seems ready to keep moving.]

I've no time to chat.

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[He's used to Sigmund's usual demeanor by now and knows enough to be able to tell that there's something bothering the other man. Since he can't just ignore that, he's going to inquire about it.]

Is something wrong?

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[He'll answer, but he keeps moving while doing so. If this conversation is going to happen, it's going to need to happen on the move.]

My squire has gone missing. [Technically. She left a note. Sort of.]