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One last hurrah - Homestuck
Who: Ted & Ronan, plus any others that might want to lend a hand
What: Bounty to defeat the magic binder in Everglade
Where: House of the victim, then towards the target
When: 7:00 pm, December 12th
Everglade could only truthfully be described as "pleasant" by tourists and malcontents. The kind of city only a mother could love. The falling snow didn't help things. Still, Ted was cheerful as always. He was Ronan's boss, so he couldn't seem too eager, but he was excited to see his latest deputy in action. Not even the fact that this might be his last bounty for the city could dampen his spirits. Well, not much.
"The first thing to know about magic," Ted explained as they walked towards the house of the victim, "Is that it often makes one play by its rules. The second thing to know is that it very rarely explains itself. If Cinderella had asked why she must be home by twelve, her fairy godmother probably would've replied: 'Well, if that vexes you, then explain how you're going to the ball by twelve?' But then, we are officers of the law. Playing by the rules is our specialty." Ted would continue to chatter about the intricacies of the arcane as they inched nearer to their suspect.
The house, like most Everglade houses, had a kind of dilapidated charm. The kind of thing you knew was creaky by sight alone. It was humble, a fact Ted predicted simply by the pay rate involved. "Whatever the criminal was after, it can't have been money. Must be a more personal feud. Oh, but listen to me, playing detective. I'll leave that to one for whom it's no play at all. Let's see you shake them down for all the information they have. Sorry, finding the villain is always the dullest part. We'll have more entertaining struggles later, I'll bet."
The family suffered anxiously. The man of the house answered with a meek "Hello? Please tell me you're here about that magician. We've had to have groceries stuffed down our chimney for weeks. My son hasn't been able to play outside, and we have bills we need to mail."
What: Bounty to defeat the magic binder in Everglade
Where: House of the victim, then towards the target
When: 7:00 pm, December 12th
Everglade could only truthfully be described as "pleasant" by tourists and malcontents. The kind of city only a mother could love. The falling snow didn't help things. Still, Ted was cheerful as always. He was Ronan's boss, so he couldn't seem too eager, but he was excited to see his latest deputy in action. Not even the fact that this might be his last bounty for the city could dampen his spirits. Well, not much.
"The first thing to know about magic," Ted explained as they walked towards the house of the victim, "Is that it often makes one play by its rules. The second thing to know is that it very rarely explains itself. If Cinderella had asked why she must be home by twelve, her fairy godmother probably would've replied: 'Well, if that vexes you, then explain how you're going to the ball by twelve?' But then, we are officers of the law. Playing by the rules is our specialty." Ted would continue to chatter about the intricacies of the arcane as they inched nearer to their suspect.
The house, like most Everglade houses, had a kind of dilapidated charm. The kind of thing you knew was creaky by sight alone. It was humble, a fact Ted predicted simply by the pay rate involved. "Whatever the criminal was after, it can't have been money. Must be a more personal feud. Oh, but listen to me, playing detective. I'll leave that to one for whom it's no play at all. Let's see you shake them down for all the information they have. Sorry, finding the villain is always the dullest part. We'll have more entertaining struggles later, I'll bet."
The family suffered anxiously. The man of the house answered with a meek "Hello? Please tell me you're here about that magician. We've had to have groceries stuffed down our chimney for weeks. My son hasn't been able to play outside, and we have bills we need to mail."