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desperatefansVimes had been chasing someone, and now, somewhat confusingly, he's not. While he's certain that a moment ago his feet had been on the old wooden windowsill he'd just seen Willoughby Ornament clamber through, the soles of his boots are no longer in contact with anything but air. Air and what feels like cold stone on the backs of his heels, the back of his head, and his damn aching back.
He hadn't fallen, had he? No, there's no robed figure looming about, and if he'd taken a tumble off one of the Broad Street rooftops, an aching back'd be the least of his worries. No, no, something's--
Bingly-bingly beep!
"What's it now?" he snaps, shoving a hand into a pocket to retrieve a very annoying little box.
"Two pee em, meeting to address complaints issued by...er, one moment, Your Name Here, there's a bit of interference with the..." The imp's already-tinny voice fades into an incomprehensible mumbling, then lapses altogether. Vimes shakes the box and a few quiet eeps and squibbles follow, but no further speech.
"Right," Vimes says, unimpressed. The box goes back in his pocket. He gets to his feet, takes a deep breath, and knows something is Wrong. There's no stink in the air. No stink! So it's a kidnapping, is it?
Anyone passing by would see a rather surly-looking middle aged man in a strange assortment of old-fashioned armor pacing around the hall, muttering to himself, peering at corners and altogether looking like he's in the mood to share his own bad day with everyone who would approach.
He hadn't fallen, had he? No, there's no robed figure looming about, and if he'd taken a tumble off one of the Broad Street rooftops, an aching back'd be the least of his worries. No, no, something's--
Bingly-bingly beep!
"What's it now?" he snaps, shoving a hand into a pocket to retrieve a very annoying little box.
"Two pee em, meeting to address complaints issued by...er, one moment, Your Name Here, there's a bit of interference with the..." The imp's already-tinny voice fades into an incomprehensible mumbling, then lapses altogether. Vimes shakes the box and a few quiet eeps and squibbles follow, but no further speech.
"Right," Vimes says, unimpressed. The box goes back in his pocket. He gets to his feet, takes a deep breath, and knows something is Wrong. There's no stink in the air. No stink! So it's a kidnapping, is it?
Anyone passing by would see a rather surly-looking middle aged man in a strange assortment of old-fashioned armor pacing around the hall, muttering to himself, peering at corners and altogether looking like he's in the mood to share his own bad day with everyone who would approach.
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Date: 2023-10-24 11:55 pm (UTC)She's entirely sure she knows the answer, but asks anyway. "Hello. Are you new?"
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Date: 2023-10-27 03:53 am (UTC)"That obvious, is it?"
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Date: 2023-10-27 03:59 am (UTC)