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Post by Satan on Apr 8, 2007 18:16:03 GMT -5
((Aw nuts. Thatch'd rather die.)) ((And he hasn't even met Lecter yet. ))
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 8, 2007 18:16:33 GMT -5
((*thbbt*))
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Post by The Ghost of Fernand Mondego on Apr 8, 2007 18:16:47 GMT -5
(( I don't know him enough to kill him yet. ))
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 8, 2007 18:17:37 GMT -5
((What, never taken a chance on murdering an innocent who looked dodgy nonetheless?))
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Post by Satan on Apr 8, 2007 18:18:50 GMT -5
((We can get the real torture goin' once you and Satan are done.))
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 8, 2007 18:19:25 GMT -5
((Thanks. Thatch just needs to use Sylvia to get into Lecter's bad books to begin with.))
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Post by Satan on Apr 8, 2007 18:20:10 GMT -5
((Ah, so that's how you're going to annoy him. I wondered.))
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 8, 2007 18:27:33 GMT -5
*Sylvia paused for a moment, confused by his contradiction to earlier statements that the meeting would be brief. But as she had been excused, she figured it better not to perplex both of them. Besides, she could get what she came for. She hastily slipped free of her skirt, pulling on her other dress that had been cleaned and folded the skirt and bodice she had been wearing and placed them on the bed. Retrieving Thatcher’s necklace quickly, she did not put it on, only clutching it desperately as she wrote a quick note on a piece of paper on the desk. She turned back to him and nodded.*
“I am ready.”
*The note read:*
I am terribly sorry for this inconvenience. Thank you for your generous gift tonight.
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 8, 2007 18:32:47 GMT -5
*Thatcher escorted Sylvia to the door, met by a servant bearing a glass. Thatcher plugged the boy's nose and poured the contents of the glass into his gasping mouth, causing him to choke, but swallow out of necessity. Thatcher grinned and patted the coughing boy on the back.
"It'll do you good."
*Setting the glass on a table, he took Sylvia by the arm and led her to the carriage waiting outside, helping her inside, but they did not go anywhere.*
"I'll not keep you long--you will return when we are done. You understand I cannot battle on an unknown field."
*He glanced sharply at her.*
"I understand you have recently made the acquaintance of a young psychiatrist. One of two eminent doctors who have recently come to the city. I understand they are treating several high profile patients."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 8, 2007 18:36:18 GMT -5
*Sylvia nodded at his comment and at the next, thought of Crane briefly and her brow furrowed.*
“I have, but I don’t know of their other patients, save one. And I have never met the other doctor.”
*She looked to him inquiringly.*
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 8, 2007 18:41:59 GMT -5
"You will get to know him, then. Both of them."
*His fingertips idly caressed the silver top of the walking stick that held a thin but deadly blade within.*
"Their patient files. I need them. All of them. Yours excepted--" *he said with a gallant dip of his head.* "You have no secrets from me except those that are not worth knowing. If they were of any use to me--believe me, I would have them even as you sought to conceal them."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 8, 2007 18:46:17 GMT -5
*Sylvia swallowed hard, panic creeping into her expression. Her voice was hesitant.*
“Sir…”
*She wanted to refuse. Thatcher terrified her. It was so much easier when the transaction was purely physical and over quickly. But a thought came to mind and her demeanor grew more professional.*
“What are you offering?”
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 8, 2007 18:51:25 GMT -5
*Thatcher shrugged.*
"Depends on what you yield me. I shan't pay anything of worth for the paltry confessions of the sobbing dowager widows of Paris who fancy themselves nervous and in need of psychiatric help."
*He leaned forward and stared unblinkingly into Sylvia's eyes, his face inches from hers within the confines of the carriage.*
"You know what I want and what I can best use. Find it; give it to me; and you shall be fairly compensated--you know that."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 8, 2007 18:56:09 GMT -5
*Sylvia swallowed carefully at his close proximity. She did her best to stay calm, but she found she was holding her breath.*
“And…what if there is nothing worthy of note? You said that they are new to the area. It might take some time for them to yield anything interesting.”
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 8, 2007 19:03:07 GMT -5
"I have time--more than you know. You do not. Work quickly for your own sake. I'll be waiting when you've done."
*Thatcher reached over and opened the door of the carriage, getting out to give Sylvia a hand down.*
"I shall want updates--notes on anything you suspect might be of use. You've the body of a goddess and a keen mind. You know well how to use the one--try whetting the other. Keep an eye out. Mademoiselle," *he said by way of a parting salutation.
He bowed once more before reentering the carriage and rapping the roof with his cane, signalling the driver onwards.*
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