Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Spirit of the Season: Part 14

            "They're making me sick now," Leopold said in a low voice that only Raven could hear. "I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. I never thought I'd say that about my brother."
            "Then don't look," Raven said, smacking him. "They won't get to see each other again in who knows how long."
            "Which of course begs the question of why they're starting this." Leopold said.
            "Sometimes you just can't help who you fall for," Raven answered. "It could be a baroness who you won't get to see very often, or it could be a cynical, unromantic dweeb who kills people for money."
            "I kill people for money," Leopold commented.
            "I know," Raven said.
            "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Leopold asked, pretending to be hurt.
            "I just put out a hypothetical situation," Raven said. "Draw your own conclusions if you want to."
            "I don't think I will," Leopold finally decided. "Thinking too much about hypotheticals can get you in trouble."

Thursday, May 08, 2014

Spirit of the Season: Part 13

            Sneaking into Baron Jasven's apartment was literally the easiest thing Leopold had done in a long time. The baron's guards may have been highly trained for direct confrontations and to pick threats out of a crowd, but against The Group's assassin, they were no match. All it took was a basic stop-and-go strategy and a few shadows, and Leopold was past the roaming guards. Of course, it didn't help that they were trying to be as nonchalant as possible, a task they failed miserably at. They could easily be identified as guards from a mile away.  Leopold snickered to himself as he watched them from the shadows. It is hard, he noted, to try to look like a civilian out for a stroll at midnight, especially one who walks the same path time and time again.
            Getting to the baron's room was even easier. He was situated on the second floor, a laughably easy climb for Leopold. The window shutters were closed and latched, but ten seconds from Leopold's knife, and they were open. With a glance down to where the guards were still pacing back and forth, he inched the shutter open just far enough to squeeze through and dropped silently into the room beyond.

Wednesday, May 07, 2014

Spirit of the Season: Part 12

            "What do you mean you're not going to do it?!"
            The prediction that Daniel would not be happy with the  decision was definitely correct; in fact, such mild language was an understatement. Daniel wasn't just unhappy, he was angry or furious or enraged. A vein bulged on his forehead as he continued to yell at Raven, Midas and Leopold. The sad part was that Leopold only found the whole thing vaguely amusing. Some people had the ability to scare when they were angry; it was almost like thunder clouds hovered over their heads and the whole world got a little darker. Daniel was not like this. Livid was the word that Leopold finally settled on. It implied anger and frustration but visually had connotations of bulging blood vessels and a face so red that it looked ridiculous. As far as Leopold was concerned, Daniel met all of these criteria.

Monday, May 05, 2014

Spirit of the Season: Part 11

            "You wanted to see me?" Maria asked.
            Raven looked up from her work absently. It took her a moment to realize who had just walked into the room. In a moment she was on her feet.
            "Good afternoon, Lady Maria," she greeted the baroness.
            "Good grief, not you too," Maria said with a groan. She sank into a chair. "I was hoping you would lay off all the formalities since you're not from around here."
            "I'm not sure I understand," Raven said. "When I am a guest, I make it a point to be particularly polite."
            "Because you never know which barons and baronesses have sticks shoved up their..." Maria caught herself. "Shoved up their spines, I guess."
            "I guess that's the case," Raven said uncertainly. "Where exactly is this going, ma'am?"
            "Nowhere," Maria answered. "I'm not the type of person who will order your head off for not using my title. Sit down, stop calling me ma'am, and treat me like a person, for goodness sake."