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oneman_onevote) wrote2011-05-15 05:35 pm
oneman_onevote) wrote2011-05-15 05:35 pm
Havelock Vetinari :: mid-2005 timewarp AU :: Milliways
Havelock still has no idea what this place is, why he keeps opening doors and finding it there waiting, and why he doesn't do the sensible thing and turn around again every time.
It is definitely real, proved by a brief experiment involving a slight cut on the back of his hand that did not disappear on returning to Ankh-Morpork. Following on from that conclusion - it is not safe, however many rules it has in place. He knows all too little about so many patrons - and all too much about some others, though from the research he has done since on the Fair Folk, perhaps he did well to even come out of the conversation alive.
Still, he will never find out why it appears so often if he avoids the place entirely.
And the extra time to read unmolested - theoretically - is most appreciated.
(Student assassin, armchair, textbook.)
It is definitely real, proved by a brief experiment involving a slight cut on the back of his hand that did not disappear on returning to Ankh-Morpork. Following on from that conclusion - it is not safe, however many rules it has in place. He knows all too little about so many patrons - and all too much about some others, though from the research he has done since on the Fair Folk, perhaps he did well to even come out of the conversation alive.
Still, he will never find out why it appears so often if he avoids the place entirely.
And the extra time to read unmolested - theoretically - is most appreciated.
(Student assassin, armchair, textbook.)
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That wasn't quite what he was getting at, but whatever. Mortals.
Puck is not quite sure how to proceed-- in Faerie, most enmities are settled quickly, decisively, or both, and among mortals he has not lingered long. But he is not entirely sure what to do now.
At the very least, he can likely make a pest of himself. He stays put, watching.
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In the Assassin's Guild, it might surprise some to know that violence is not the general recourse during conflict - or at least, not apparent violence.
They are a subtle folk, in enmity as in everything.
(Or at least: This is what they like to think.)
Havelock flips back to the index, and starts running a fingertip thoughtfully down each page.
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And, after a pause, tilts his head slightly and makes the very mild effort required to turn the book into a large, hairy spider.
Except that nothing happens.
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...That does indeed seem to be all.
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He focuses a little harder. Like before, nothing changes.
This will be decidedly ungood, he thinks distantly, if the king really does send an emissary to seek him out.
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The book stays open but unheeded in his hands.
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Well. There is more left to him than shifting shape, or at least there ought to be.
Voice pitched low, and eyes locked on Havelock's face, he murmurs, "Have I distracted you from your scholarship?"
It's intended to compel, and Puck notes with sharp relief that it's working the way it always has: with a sweetening of the air, a lilting quality to light and sound. "You ought to see to it. You seem a great one for taking no notice."
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And then his eyes are back on the book, halfway down a page that seems strangely unfamiliar even though he has just read it - and he has an excellent short term memory.
The faerie's presence is evidently more of a distraction than he had thought.
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"But if I am clever enough, my dear sir cypher ... you shan't see me."
He vanishes.
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More troubled than a parting shot alone really justifies.
He really must spend more time on camouflage.