In fairness, he hasn't had much chance to make it his own - it has only been (ahem) somewhere private to go that is not the TARDIS for when he visits Milliways
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Puck slips into the room and peers about curiously, twirling the ring of lockpicks.
It's dreadfully lucky, isn't it, to have got the door open so soon? In minor matters, at least, Puck's tendency towards unearned luck seems to remain intact.
The mortal is currently distracted, however, by the undead creature which has staggered round the corner, seen them both, and the lumbered forward with a hungry groan, bloody fingertips clutching ahead.
Havelock meets it with a headlong rush and a swing of the sword which it somehow evades and crowds forwards, forcing him to back against the wall.
Puck spins around and ducks back into the hall, where their newest and deadest acquaintance makes a lunge for him.
What happens next looks a little like a pointillist painting-- blurry, but punctuated with spots of action (or in this case, spots of blood). It ends with Puck squeamishly withdrawing the ring of picks from the creature's eyes.
They are all covered in some manner of corpsical fluid.
Ew. Ew. Ew--
"Come come," he says, pinching the metal ring between two fingertips and plucking at Havelock's sleeve with his free hand, "I had rather not have any more come near."
Havelock raises his eyebrows at Puck's rather specific fastidiousness, but is more than happy to duck after him into the room, and slam the door after them both.
...Then he leans his whole weight against it, and glances at Puck once more.
"Try and lock it?" he suggests with some urgency.
A heavy weight slams into it from the other side, throwing him off balance, but he regains his footing and leans back hard once more.
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It's dreadfully lucky, isn't it, to have got the door open so soon? In minor matters, at least, Puck's tendency towards unearned luck seems to remain intact.
"Empty," he announces to the mortal.
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The mortal is currently distracted, however, by the undead creature which has staggered round the corner, seen them both, and the lumbered forward with a hungry groan, bloody fingertips clutching ahead.
Havelock meets it with a headlong rush and a swing of the sword which it somehow evades and crowds forwards, forcing him to back against the wall.
Ahead, further mindless groaning sounds.
...Oh, good.
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Puck spins around and ducks back into the hall, where their newest and deadest acquaintance makes a lunge for him.
What happens next looks a little like a pointillist painting-- blurry, but punctuated with spots of action (or in this case, spots of blood). It ends with Puck squeamishly withdrawing the ring of picks from the creature's eyes.
They are all covered in some manner of corpsical fluid.
Ew. Ew. Ew--
"Come come," he says, pinching the metal ring between two fingertips and plucking at Havelock's sleeve with his free hand, "I had rather not have any more come near."
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...Then he leans his whole weight against it, and glances at Puck once more.
"Try and lock it?" he suggests with some urgency.
A heavy weight slams into it from the other side, throwing him off balance, but he regains his footing and leans back hard once more.
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