“I sent for you two for a reason--something Canergak said to me before I was released. I think it explains why he told you to keep me safe, Beryl.”
Lilith nodded, but then paused. “Let’s go to my home. It’s not far, and there’s less chance of someone hearing.” She led them around to the back of the Brewery, and into an outer hallway. Down the hallway, out of immediate sight of the doorway...
Lisa Fargazer looked up from her sweeping as the front door opened. She saw Beryl enter, and behind him, she was surprised to see the half-cat, half-rabbit who had briefly occupied one of the cells of the asylum.
“Hello, Lisa,” Beryl greeted her.
“Ah, another person--lots of people today. Well, fish,” said the cabbit.
Beryl gestured at her. “This is Zaros. Zaros, this is Lisa.”
Petra Flax kicked open the door to the Bucket of Blood, and ran inside, panting and pale. She blinked around at those gathered, and quickly focused in on Kaylee who was busy concentrating on the small bits of machine in her arm she was currently polishing.
“Ghost!” she cried out, seemingly forgetting completely her usual attempts to act mature. “Miss Kaylee! Ghost!” She tried to think of some elaboration to her...
Tuesday, April 23, 188x
Attn Dr Canergak:
There is a certain citizen of the city I need committed to your sanitarium, posthaste. How does this operation generally proceed?
As stated above, time is of the essence, though I need it done properly and thoroughly.
I can arrange any paperwork you might need.
Mr O. Underby
The three conspirators looked at each other, despair at Canergak’s words setting in. Before it could truly take hold, though, another voice, older, cracking a little, yet still strong, drifted in to them. “I moved early, too!” Bookworm recognized the voice as belonging to Dr. Solsen.
“What was that?” Canergak strode out into the hallway, moving toward Dr. Solsen’s small set of rooms. Beryl followed, just...
((this is continued from Lilith's finding one whos lost feel free to comment.
Leon stands on the rocky coast of this strange place, he had been here awhile, and the whole time he spent staring out at the sea, waiting, was this the place, was it the time, it had to be. He remembered dying, every day... well what he felt was day he stared out at the sea, waiting, waiting for that ship to take him away, to be with...