"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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And indeed, it wont - for some reason unknown to him, Steerpike is wanting to see her again. Perhaps it is for kindnesses shown, when he stills bears the mask.
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"I believe I did, gentle Laurel," he replies as he opens the door.
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"And you, my dear, look charming as ever. Forgive me for not mentioning it earlier."
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"Would you do me the honor of introducing me to this adobe, fair dame?" he asks gallantly.
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"How wonderful," he observes. "Does wanting influence others as well, then?"
T: For timeline purposes, please leave the plothole explanation as vague as possible - I posted something on the plothole's quit post that would be otherwise counteracted.
On another note, good thing the plot hole quit - Steerpike might have exhausted the poor thing with his never ending ambition and greed.
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T: Will do!
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The idea of being called by his familiar by one such as Laurel pleases him more than he'd admit to himself - but he nevertheless basks in the concept.
T: Thanks a bunch. He's so creepy charming, isn't he?
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