deadlyjuliet | ♥1 audio

Current Location: middle of the ocean

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[The journal clicks on with the sound of a chainsaw dying away in the background.]

Augh, Will, are we done yet? I swear, this sea water is wrecking havoc on my--

...

[The sound of water and waves and not much else follows for a moment.]

Where...? ...! Where are all the bodies?! And the ice?! WILLIAM, DID YOU JUST LEAVE ME IN THIS BOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC?! WILL?! RONALD! Ronald Knox, so help me, if you took off just because of a little overtime, I am going to---!! Ugh! Will! Wii---

...ngs?

...Why.....do I have wings? ...WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS MY SHIRT?!

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He cut your face? [Which makes her a sadist and masochist. Huh. Kinky.] What a jerk. Sounds like he needs to get taught a lesson. Got plans for how you want to do that?

[Grabs her hand and leads through the teleporter to the Barracks. Wee!]

[More like he kicked it in, but Grell huffs, not wanting to talk about it.]

Oh, when I see him again, I'm sure we'll sort it out. I almost had him this time, but, well, work got in the way, you see. Someone else had my atten--

[And then suddenly, the barracks? WHAT THE HELL.]

WHAT WAS THAT?!

Teleporter. It's our shortcut to the beach.

Come on, you're worried about your weapon, right? [But don't mind his total amusement at that reaction.]

[...that was evil.

But omg, yes, weapon. Come to da--mommy.]

...Yes! Yes. Where do I go and how do I get her back?

[Grand flourishing gesture. Oh yes, he's dramatic.]

The weapons shop. This way. [Leads on. On their grand adventure... to go to the store =\ WELL, whatever.]

[Dramatics are fun. She'll follow after, wondering if after the weapon, she can find her clothes. Clothes are nice. Town is a lot colder than being in the sun on the beach.]

[Leads her inside the weapons shop.]

See anything familiar? [He'd offer her a tour too, but she might want to go meet up with Lupin.]

[Familiar, familiar... She steps up inside and partway down one aisle, seemingly unamused with the selection. None of them look--

THERE.

She whips to the left suddenly and grabs the red chainsaw, pulling it from the shelf with ease.]

There you are! Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry to have left you here alone so long!

[Death scythe obtained! Joy is had and she turns the thing disappearing as she does.]

Thank you, sweetheart, for bringing me here. I feel so much better with her in my figurative hands.

[Stares. Actually people hiding impossible fourth dimensional weapons on their body happens in the Whitebeard Pirates, but Grell doesn't have pockets on her chin so Marco's a little curious where it went. Still, he suspects it might be impolite to ask, so he dramatically gives her a bow to cover up the stare.]

My pleasure m'lady. Where to next?

Perhaps clothes.

Oh, and I have an appointment within town, I believe.

An appointment? Already? [Gestures out the door to head to the clothes shop.] And you've been here a grand total of what, an hour? [He sounds amused or impressed though, not critical.]

[All smiles and charm at that.] What can I say? When you look this good, you're in high demand.

[A slight leer in return.] I don't doubt that.

All right, so where are you meeting this guy, or person?

Oh, I only need call him and he'll come find me, I suppose. Or the fountain would work. Nice central location, just walked past it, didn't we?

Seems so. [Leads back to the fountain.] Want me to stick around and make sure this guy isn't a creep?

Ooh, are you going to be my phoenixy knight in fiery armor?

I'm hardly a knight, I'd just hate all my efforts to go to waste. Especially for such a pretty face.

Well...then perhaps a meeting of all three is in order? If you're here to protect my honor.

I'm game if you are. Anything I should do in the meanwhile?

I'm always in for a game of knight and princess. Just be your charming self and I think this shall go quite well.

[Meanwhile, the thief is cooling his heels by the fountain with a thermos of Yorkshire tea cut with milk and a neatly wrapped package from the bakery for the woman he's meeting to eat. He's wearing his red jacket, as promised, and his smile is easy as he waves at the duo.]

[Arches an eyebrow at the knights comment. Really, he's not a heroic type.] We'll see, eh. [Returns the wave, nothing being given away in the pure deadpan expression.]

Yo.

[Grell smiles back and curtsies. Red jacket and waiting at the fountain? Looks like this is the man.]

Monsieur Lupin, I presume?

That's correct, Miss Suttcliff. [He returns the courtesy with a short bow of his own, and passes off the thermos and package.] Tea, English style, and something to eat as promised.

[He nods at Marco.] You her blue birdie? Thanks for the assist, I wasn't sure how to get her.

[Arches an eyebrow at such a nickname.]

Marco.

It was my pleasure. Thanks for helping out as well, eh?