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Post by Tobias Lysand on Dec 1, 2010 6:36:13 GMT -5
"I forged a map showing the entrances to the treasury, and I placed a chalice from the treasury in his room that was revealed during a search. Then I just happened to call him to meet me at the vault to discuss a very pressing matter. When he came I made it look as though someone was in the vault. When he went in to investigate.... Well. You can guess what happened from there." He closed his eyes, hiding his face in his chest for a moment. "Don't go anywhere that he requests of you alone. Search your room everyday to make sure nothing's there that shouldn't be." He was quiet. "He'll probably try forging a letter." His grip tightened around the captain. "Coercion? If you have a way of coercing Brenthor, I think you may be the ost powerful man in the world. I doubt even the king could coerce him."
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Dec 1, 2010 18:25:12 GMT -5
Banez nodded slowly. As if he'd go anywhere that Brenthor requested of him alone! "I'll check my room every morning and evening, then, and I'll make sure that our meetings are to my terms." There would be no room for missteps here. He sighed deeply through his nose. "I suppose trying to blackmail him or threaten him wouldn't go over well. I guess it's back to waiting for him to drop from a heart attack." But Banez did hate doing nothing... "I'll comb over my guards in the meantime. At least try to make it more difficult for him to do whatever it is he's doing."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Dec 1, 2010 19:18:23 GMT -5
"I'll do something Banez. Don't worry. I'll... Fix this, but... You have to trust me." Lysand was quiet for a moment, thinking. "I think I can manage to get in there to stop him... If I'm careful." His lips pursed together and he leaned heavily on the guard captain. "I'll need to think on this more." It certainly wasn't something that could be fixed overnight.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Dec 1, 2010 20:09:29 GMT -5
Banez paused, feeling a little wary about trusting Lysand after the advisor was so quick to distrust him. But they were both in danger, so they had better well stick together. "I trust you, Lysand. Just tell me what you'll be doing before you do it. How about we have a little more drink before we start seriously considering anything else?" They needed alcohol... badly.
(Take everything Banez just said out of context for instant lolz.)
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Dec 1, 2010 22:14:42 GMT -5
Lysand hesitated for a moment at the thought of reporting his movements to Banez. That could be dangerous, depending on what he was going to do... "I'm going to talk to Brenthor soon," he informed him. "One on one." He slipped out of Banez's arms to reach to his desk for the bottle of bourbon. He refilled their glasses before he took the shot. Mmm. He needed to drink this much more often.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Dec 1, 2010 22:23:36 GMT -5
Banez frowned. Talking one on one... that could be dangerous. He wanted to be there, but he had already told Lysand that he trusted him. "Just... be careful. And take what he says carefully. I never want to feel like a criminal again." And he wasn't even one! The captain let Lysand slip out of his arms, as much as it disappointed him. Just a little. Banez took his glass and drank his shot. Oh, he needed that.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Dec 2, 2010 6:19:00 GMT -5
"Mm. Yeah," Lysand replied quietly. "I'll be careful... He might squish me or somethin'." He glanced to the bottle to make sure they still had a supply of the alcohol left. "'M lucky he didn't fall on me that time we were fightin'." A shot was poured and was gone an instant later. "If he wanted t'kill me, he should have jus' tripped on me and called it an accident."
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Dec 2, 2010 15:28:44 GMT -5
Banez chuckled. "He coul'. Brenther's such a turdle," he said, pouring his own glass again and draining it down. "He would fall down... And he woul'n't be able ta get up again." He snickered. "No, Lysand, I won' let Brenther squish you. You jus call for me and I'll be ther. I promise."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Dec 2, 2010 16:05:05 GMT -5
"Mm... A'ight." Lysand downed another shot, able to feel the alcohol sloshing around in his stomach when he moved, or rather stumbled, forward. He managed to catch himself, tittering before he pressed his hand over his mouth to suppress it. "Brenther is a turdle. A big fat un. Y'can hear 'im comin' from a mlie away too with 'is bi' fat foo'steps. Li'e a... Li'e a..." His mind searched for a suitable insult, but came up blank. "Li'e a fat person," he concluded.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Dec 2, 2010 20:40:13 GMT -5
Banez laughed out loud, pouring and sucking down another drink. Now he felt suitably afloat. "Yeah! 'cause he's fat! He's li'e... PLOOM... PLOOM... PLOOM!" Banez said, simulating the sounds of tremors, without much success. "Hmmm.... Lysan'," he said, with gravity in his slurring voice. "Ya NEED ta promize me... Tha' you'll never ge' that fat. An' make sure that I never get fa' eithrr."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Dec 2, 2010 20:55:35 GMT -5
Lysand giggled, covering his mouth with his hand again. He grinned at Banez, an unfamiliar expression on his face that made it a bit sore. "No un can ge' tha' fat. No un." He giggled again. "Bu' I won't get fat. Promize. Crozz my heart and hope ta die." He paused a moment, thinking. "If ya got that fat then..." He stepped closer, giving him an experimental poke in the stomach. "Ya wouldn't need armor anymore. Then ya wouldn't be so hard when I hugged ya. I li'e it better tha' way. Nice an' warm..."
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Dec 2, 2010 22:31:35 GMT -5
"Pffffttffttffftt," Banez bit his lip to stifle another laugh. Lysand grinning was funny! But he frowned briefly when Lysand mulled over the possibility of him getting fat, which broke into a fit of giggles when the advisor poked him in the stomach, which he involuntarily sucked in. "'M warm! I don' nee'ta be fa' ta be warm! An' wha'if I hugged ya? Then I'd be tha 'un squizzin' ya."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Dec 2, 2010 22:42:41 GMT -5
"Yer armer's cold though! If ya were fat ya wouldn't need armer! Wait... Ya'd be squizzin' me? Tha's." Lysand stared at him with bleary eyes. "Don' ya be squizzin' me! I don' wanna be squizzed!" He threw his arms around the captain, hugging him tightly. "There. Now I's huggin' ya first. Now ya can't escape ta squiz me!"
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Dec 3, 2010 1:59:53 GMT -5
"Bu' I NEED my armer! Osherwize I'd be 'll fat, an' I woul', I' be all 'Heeeyyy, Lysan'!' and POOF, squizh!" Banez made a small noise when Lysand hugged him tightly, then just looked generally confused. "Wai'... thisn't righ'! You don' usally hug me..." He frowned, thinking that this fact may be because Lysand didn't like him that much.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Dec 3, 2010 6:22:33 GMT -5
"'M huggin' ya firs' so ya can't squizz me!" Lysand exclaimed, the logic perfectly sound in his drunken mind. "Now if yer fa' zen... Zen ya won' fall on me 'cause 'm already givin' ya a hug." His arms tightened around him slightly. "I can't hug ya in cour'. Za ozer politicianz would ge' jealiz." He looked up at him. "Why, do ya wan' me ta stop?"
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