Post by Vio on Mar 27, 2014 17:41:40 GMT -5
With the footsteps of Flynn Toctic behind her, Miss Anette felt reassured of her actions. Stepping into unknown territory had certainly been asking for trouble, but she had discarded her hesitance and had persevered, all for the sake of Mahogani. Saving her most treasured 'friend' was her priority; allowing her usual natures to hold her back would be a direct betrayal of her grandfather's trust. Even as the door was closed behind them, allowing the dingy darkness to swallow the unlikely compatriots whole, the unusually courageous carpenter retained a brave face.
Where are you, Mahogani? I know you're here, but where? As rosé eyes adjusted to the dim torchlight of the corridor, the woodcarver considered her options. As of current, the only 'weapon' she really had to defend herself was Sycamore, and while the mantis marionette was adept at combat, he could be especially difficult to control. The likes of Alder would have been somewhat more useful, considering the confined space in which they were currently located. While the energetic form of the insectoid idol was more powerful, one wrong move could get him tangled in the wires and leave the timorous teen vulnerable.
At least Mister Toctic is here to help. I'd never have been able to find her on my own. Coming to a halt, the dank and poorly illuminated corridor now flat, the beaten up crook turned back to them. The mixtures of shadow and light certainly did not do any justice to his already battered body, darkness and bruising barely distinguishable from one another. Even as Mari listened to his words, she was beginning to understand just how annoying Swiper's accent actually was. Compared to her relatively well spoken self, that backstreet blabber could barely even be classified as speech.
"So, what you mean is, you want us to walk as far in as you can convince us to, have us wait for you to assemble and prep anyone that can hold a weapon. Then, when negotiations take a suspiciously quick turn for the worst, we can be trapped in a strategically advantageous point, where you can kill us at your leisure." The far more comprehensible words of the doctor were clear, and certainly correct in many regards, at least to the thoughts of the puppeteer in pink. While her mind had considered such possibilities even as she had stepped into the gloom, she had suppressed her worries. As Swiper walked away, his footwork hastened perhaps with the fear instilled by the lanky longarm's threats, Miss Anette herself was tempted to give pursuit.
"Do you really think they'll give her back?" Clutching Sycamore a little tighter to her chest, as if unwilling to let another go for whatever reason, the cherry blossom haired girl turned to look at her silver-haired companion. From her point of view, the scientist seemed somewhat more sinister, his features sharpened by the shade. It was hard to believe, considering his niceties, that she had been fearful of this man earlier. But, the new 'mask' seemed to express his disdain for the criminals more than ever; intimidating, in a compassionate sort of way.
"Also, these strings are made of steel. Musical wire." Duly noting the familiar expression of a man lost in thought, the puppet maker could not help but add to an answer she had given earlier. It had not been that long ago, in reality, but it seemed like the duo had been on the hunt all day. Their meeting had certainly been unusual, but even Mari clearly recalled the interest that the intellectual had expressed in the workings of her puppets. She at least owed him something for his assistance, even if that something was just information. Knowledge was a valuable resource; the information stored in the pages of Gepetto's journals were a testament to that fact.
Where are you, Mahogani? I know you're here, but where? As rosé eyes adjusted to the dim torchlight of the corridor, the woodcarver considered her options. As of current, the only 'weapon' she really had to defend herself was Sycamore, and while the mantis marionette was adept at combat, he could be especially difficult to control. The likes of Alder would have been somewhat more useful, considering the confined space in which they were currently located. While the energetic form of the insectoid idol was more powerful, one wrong move could get him tangled in the wires and leave the timorous teen vulnerable.
At least Mister Toctic is here to help. I'd never have been able to find her on my own. Coming to a halt, the dank and poorly illuminated corridor now flat, the beaten up crook turned back to them. The mixtures of shadow and light certainly did not do any justice to his already battered body, darkness and bruising barely distinguishable from one another. Even as Mari listened to his words, she was beginning to understand just how annoying Swiper's accent actually was. Compared to her relatively well spoken self, that backstreet blabber could barely even be classified as speech.
"So, what you mean is, you want us to walk as far in as you can convince us to, have us wait for you to assemble and prep anyone that can hold a weapon. Then, when negotiations take a suspiciously quick turn for the worst, we can be trapped in a strategically advantageous point, where you can kill us at your leisure." The far more comprehensible words of the doctor were clear, and certainly correct in many regards, at least to the thoughts of the puppeteer in pink. While her mind had considered such possibilities even as she had stepped into the gloom, she had suppressed her worries. As Swiper walked away, his footwork hastened perhaps with the fear instilled by the lanky longarm's threats, Miss Anette herself was tempted to give pursuit.
"Do you really think they'll give her back?" Clutching Sycamore a little tighter to her chest, as if unwilling to let another go for whatever reason, the cherry blossom haired girl turned to look at her silver-haired companion. From her point of view, the scientist seemed somewhat more sinister, his features sharpened by the shade. It was hard to believe, considering his niceties, that she had been fearful of this man earlier. But, the new 'mask' seemed to express his disdain for the criminals more than ever; intimidating, in a compassionate sort of way.
"Also, these strings are made of steel. Musical wire." Duly noting the familiar expression of a man lost in thought, the puppet maker could not help but add to an answer she had given earlier. It had not been that long ago, in reality, but it seemed like the duo had been on the hunt all day. Their meeting had certainly been unusual, but even Mari clearly recalled the interest that the intellectual had expressed in the workings of her puppets. She at least owed him something for his assistance, even if that something was just information. Knowledge was a valuable resource; the information stored in the pages of Gepetto's journals were a testament to that fact.