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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 20, 2016 21:16:14 GMT -5
"I'd be happy to be of service in any way I can."
Short of becoming a hors d'oeuvre. He gripped his cane tightly behind his back. It had been so much easier with Fish, and at the same time much more fraught.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 20, 2016 21:17:46 GMT -5
Krolock stared at him.
Then he burst into peals of extremely spooky laughter.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 20, 2016 22:03:52 GMT -5
His own laughter was a sharp bark with no echo, but not unappealing. "What is it? What's so funny?" Slipped in like a rapid coda, the refrain of somebody who privately hated to be laughed at. In another universe, one where he didn't desperately need employment and somebody to hench for, he'd have been a hair's breadth away from a deeply unpleasant I'm-funny-how chain-yanking.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 25, 2016 6:47:35 GMT -5
"Ah, pardon me, lad. Your eagerness is... unexpected."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 25, 2016 7:13:14 GMT -5
His smile would have been terrible even with better teeth.
"It's an honor, sir."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 25, 2016 7:20:08 GMT -5
"Unfortunately," he said, pocketing the card, "I'm afraid service is a rather vague category. You'll have to be more specific about your, er, advantages."
His lip curled faintly as he turned away toward the stairs.
"Assuming you have anything that could be called that beyond the accident of your blood..."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 25, 2016 7:46:41 GMT -5
There was a time for modesty and hard work speaking for itself, but there was also a time for the elevator pitch version of his resume.
"I'm good with numbers. I can lie to anybody. Well, I like knives. I can make important people like me, I can find out anything, and I know Adrian Veidt's office girl. Socially, I mean, she's very nice, but--"
Another somewhat unsettling laugh.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 25, 2016 7:49:24 GMT -5
"But?"
He glanced over his shoulder.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 25, 2016 7:51:17 GMT -5
"But I need the money."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 25, 2016 7:55:57 GMT -5
The idea of having another in on Veidt- and perhaps an assessment of the girl in question for further suitability of her own- was tempting, but the boy was not a particularly impressive prospect on his own. Krolock tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"And that, I presume, is your only motive."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 25, 2016 8:04:23 GMT -5
As a precaution against the vanishingly small possibility that Krolock could read minds -- that was just a stereotype about vampires anyway and it probably felt different -- Oswald thought, please, please, please and not about the necessity of his own operatic revenge.
"How can I prove it to you?"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 25, 2016 8:11:26 GMT -5
"Why do you assume this is a connection of any value to me?" Krolock asked mildly.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 25, 2016 8:14:39 GMT -5
"I mean, that's where the money is, for starters."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 25, 2016 8:37:33 GMT -5
"Then why not go to him, hmm?"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 25, 2016 8:41:44 GMT -5
Oswald made a face.
"A person has to have standards. But if you think I should... well."
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