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23.Jul.22, 09:02 PM
Well, that had certainly been inconvenient. Gangleri's very special guest had been simultaneously sturdier than he'd anticipated and more fragile, just with each happening at increasingly inconvenient times. First there was the poisoned wine that the man didn't even seem to notice aside from turning bright red in the face as he'd laughed and jeered and drooled over some of the ladies nearby, his particular taste for the particularly youthful in appearance not at all lost on the harper as he bit back his own distaste and slapped the man cheerily on the back and laughed along at the terrible jokes. "Ah I prefer more mature and experienced women myself, they've seen enough to have some interesting tricks up their sleeves!"
He didn't mention Quilriana's name, or even invoked her as his wife. He wouldn't sully her name by letting this man hear it and bandy it about to his friends and acquaintances. So he just idly listened to more of the man's terrible banter as he idly nodded and sipped his own wine, waiting until there was finally a hint of slur and stumble that indicated things were finally starting to take hold. He slapped the man keenly on the back and steered him around as he lowered his voice to say, "You know, from all you've said I think I know of a particular person who might have what you're looking for. No, you'll have to get into his good graces first, but I can make an introduction. Let's go, it'll be quick."
After that the man had the utter discourtesy to go and suddenly die on him! And before he'd reached his disposal point! It took quite a bit of careful handling to maneuver the man about, one arm draped over Gangleri's shoulders while his own right arm wrapped around the other man's torso to help hold him up. He had to reach out and kick at legs to get them to seem to swing and stumble and step every now and then. It was slow, and awkward, but it would do if a drunk happened to stumble on them in the back halls leading back towards the stage's secondary rear entrance. Between his macabre puppetry and very careful timing he was able to at least make it to the nearest safe spot to hide a corpse in. After all, the room was already full of corpses, which for some reason tended to attract certain morbid theater students and actors who thought it was either daring or romantic.
Either way, it wasn't nearly as popular as rumor led everyone to believe, and most people lied about their time in the closet. Gangleri, on the other hand, spent plenty of time there, but only because he was one of the few who had a key to the other room deeper in the closet. The healer hall was frequently rather stingy when it came to sharing their corpses, something about how using the bones for theater props and artistic studies could be seen as disrespectful and a waste of a good learning opportunity. No matter. There was a door on the other side of the room that was kept sealed and locked shut. Behind that rather bland and boring barricade was a large pool of chemicals, never talked about except in certain departments by certain people.
Lucky for Gangleri he was one such person. Once he got the skeleton closet's door closed behind him he paused to rest, adjusting how he held the man's arm draped over his shoulder. He wasn't sure if he was too old or his very special, very rude guest was too large, but either way his back was sore and his shoulder and arm were burning from having to carry his corpse puppet so far. But that was fine, he was practically done now and he could get back to Mylorah safe and pleased in the knowledge that she'd never have to look at this particular person ever again.
And of course that was when Geric threw open the door, ushering the lovely lady in as he proclaimed, "Behold, the Skeleton Clo-" His voice suddenly cracked as he stared and then immediately shut the door behind himself and Mylorah, leaning back against it to keep her trapped inside with them. Gangleri stared at Mylorah, eyes wide and face paling. "First tell me what you thinks this looks like so that I know how to respond."
He didn't mention Quilriana's name, or even invoked her as his wife. He wouldn't sully her name by letting this man hear it and bandy it about to his friends and acquaintances. So he just idly listened to more of the man's terrible banter as he idly nodded and sipped his own wine, waiting until there was finally a hint of slur and stumble that indicated things were finally starting to take hold. He slapped the man keenly on the back and steered him around as he lowered his voice to say, "You know, from all you've said I think I know of a particular person who might have what you're looking for. No, you'll have to get into his good graces first, but I can make an introduction. Let's go, it'll be quick."
After that the man had the utter discourtesy to go and suddenly die on him! And before he'd reached his disposal point! It took quite a bit of careful handling to maneuver the man about, one arm draped over Gangleri's shoulders while his own right arm wrapped around the other man's torso to help hold him up. He had to reach out and kick at legs to get them to seem to swing and stumble and step every now and then. It was slow, and awkward, but it would do if a drunk happened to stumble on them in the back halls leading back towards the stage's secondary rear entrance. Between his macabre puppetry and very careful timing he was able to at least make it to the nearest safe spot to hide a corpse in. After all, the room was already full of corpses, which for some reason tended to attract certain morbid theater students and actors who thought it was either daring or romantic.
Either way, it wasn't nearly as popular as rumor led everyone to believe, and most people lied about their time in the closet. Gangleri, on the other hand, spent plenty of time there, but only because he was one of the few who had a key to the other room deeper in the closet. The healer hall was frequently rather stingy when it came to sharing their corpses, something about how using the bones for theater props and artistic studies could be seen as disrespectful and a waste of a good learning opportunity. No matter. There was a door on the other side of the room that was kept sealed and locked shut. Behind that rather bland and boring barricade was a large pool of chemicals, never talked about except in certain departments by certain people.
Lucky for Gangleri he was one such person. Once he got the skeleton closet's door closed behind him he paused to rest, adjusting how he held the man's arm draped over his shoulder. He wasn't sure if he was too old or his very special, very rude guest was too large, but either way his back was sore and his shoulder and arm were burning from having to carry his corpse puppet so far. But that was fine, he was practically done now and he could get back to Mylorah safe and pleased in the knowledge that she'd never have to look at this particular person ever again.
And of course that was when Geric threw open the door, ushering the lovely lady in as he proclaimed, "Behold, the Skeleton Clo-" His voice suddenly cracked as he stared and then immediately shut the door behind himself and Mylorah, leaning back against it to keep her trapped inside with them. Gangleri stared at Mylorah, eyes wide and face paling. "First tell me what you thinks this looks like so that I know how to respond."
