DualJay

No. Also, two chapters today because 11 was short.

What makes you think you're the mutilated guy? Wait, hold on...

You'll see.

No dialogue, the reason this one is so short is because I needed to get back in my writing groove. Next chapter, Ahab vs Dmitri. It gun be gud.

d'etre.

No.

Chapter 11 [spoiler2]Boat in the bay of SPUF City Carol drummed her fingers nervously against the edge of the boat. “What’s got you all up in a knot?” It was ‘Guilty’ Ahab, her de facto bodyguard. “Umm, nothing. I mean, it’s my home city and all, and I’m excited...” The big man grinned. “Who’s waiting for you?” “How-” “I’ve traveled farther than your average deep-space probe. I know these kinds of things.” Ahab patted her shoulder. “Best of luck to you.” ************************** Office of Dual & Cube’s Consulting The bell rang just before closing time, and Cube glanced up from his book. A young woman wearing a low-cut sailor outfit strode in, with a distinct seafaring swagger. “What is it with cosplayers walking into my office? I mean, not that I have a problem with it. By the way, I’m Octavius Cube.” “What?” She looked confused. “You know what, nevermind. Does Jason Dual work here?” “Yeah, want me to call him down?” “Can I go up and talk to him?” Octavius eyed her momentarily, as if judging her mettle. “I wouldn’t recommend it. But, if you must, up the stairs, first door on the left.” She nodded, wondering why he wouldn’t recommend her meeting Jay. “Thanks.” ************************** Byron’s house The figure slipped silently through the window to Rammite’s (temporary) room. For a moment, he watched the police chief sleep for a moment. Ah, the sleep of the innocent. It stalked up to Rammite’s bed, and gently laid a small blue book on top of his covers. There. The man slipped back out the window he had come through. Now, on to the hotel room. ************************** Unknown Location The mutilated man bowed, face touching the stone floor. “My lord,” he rasped, “two of the books have been put into play.” A shadowed-wreathed leviathan of man stared down from its massive bone-wrought throne. “Which books?” It spoke in a voice of raw, ancient, bone-numbing evil. “The warrior’s and the white mage’s, my lord.” The ancient, vile thing on the throne was silent for a moment, considering countless thousands of possibilities and contingencies. “Put the warlock and the assassin into play.” It was silent for another moment. “Find the warden’s book.” “It shall be so, my lord.” The mutilated man crawled away, bowing and scraping, before fleeing the chamber. ************************** Office of Dual & Cube’s Consulting Carol knocked gently on the door to Jay’s office. “Hello?” No response. She knocked again. Nothing. She pushed the door open, and stopped dead. Books were lying open on the floor, next to jars of blood, scattered bones, and strange symbols painted onto the tile. Formulas and words were scrawled on all of the walls. Maps lay haphazardly, and in the very center of the chaos there was a red notebook. Jay was not in the room - at least, so far as she could tell. She took another step in, nervous. The temperature dropped twenty degrees and something hissed. On second thought, better to leave. ************************** Carol’s Hotel Room She closed the door behind her, still shaken from her experience in Jay’s office. He’d always been strange, but that... Her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a small white book lying on her bed. She gently picked it up. A White Mage’s Tale. Hmm. Not exactly a standard hotel-room book, but she was bored, didn’t like to watch TV, and was too wired to sleep. She opened the book, and began to read. ************************** Cavera’s (New) Apartment Silence, except for the soft breathing of Cavera. The door opened, but did not disturb the silence. A man slipped through Cavera’s apartment, into her bedroom. He stood over her bed, briefly, and then carefully set a small black book on her covers. Sparing a glance at her exposed upper body - she slept naked, apparently - the man slipped out the way he had came. ************************** Dmitri’s House Guilty Ahab stood in front of Dmitri’s house and cracked his massive knuckles. The drunken bastard had evidently survived an attack by some sort of freak recently. He wasn’t going to be so lucky this time. Ahab always paid his debts.[/spoiler2] Name Explanations: [spoiler2]Carol is Cuttlefishes - over Christmas, I told him his christmas name should be Carolfish, and I used Carol because why not. Guilty Ahab is Moby the Duck/guil13st, because Ahab > Moby and I always read guil13st as "guiltiest". And dmitri = d'etre[/spoiler2]

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Got over my writer's block, ch11 is beginning. Also, exams and stuff are next month, so expect unpredictably timed chapters.

I'll shoot you first.

Good luck. I can grow poison spines. I think.

Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffft

pffffft Ask Corvette how many Maidssassins I've killed.

Another fair warning: I might go psycho and pick off all of you one by one.

Nothing of use. All of you are going to die.

Still not sufficient to make me believe that you 'Maidssassins' are more than a silly bedroom roleplaying club.

I know, right? I mean, they break my Minecraft server every time they update that game!

Not sure what to think.

I'm sorry, I'm too busy with the fourteen-page masterpiece that is chapter 11.

Every morning, I think "Gee whiz, I get to do calculus today! Yay!"

How is it not possible to do Calculus first thing in the morning? I calculate to wake my brain up.