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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 25, 2016 8:46:38 GMT -5
Krolock actually looked amused by this.
"That hardly explains your presence before me."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 25, 2016 13:37:53 GMT -5
"What's to explain? I'd like to apply for a position as your--" Underling, lackey, personal assistant, minion-- "Well, your umbrella-carrier."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 25, 2016 13:47:25 GMT -5
Krolock stared at him and slowly examined him from head to foot.
"Such is the arrogance of humanity, that even a crippled dwarf will parade his suitability in all elements over one such as myself."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 25, 2016 14:09:07 GMT -5
Or let the old bat carry his own damn umbrella and Oswald would let him know exactly where to stick it. There was no reasoning with the rich these days.
"With all due respect, sir, what else are servants for?" His grip tightened on his cane. By the end of this he was going to have an attractive Art Deco carving of a wolf embossed permanently on his palm. Or this was going to end up jammed through the dusty ribcage of an ancient gargoyle. At least there were plenty of potential suspects.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 25, 2016 14:19:46 GMT -5
"What do you know about Veidt?" he countered flatly.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 30, 2016 16:10:43 GMT -5
"Well, I know you're not the best of friends, but I wouldn't want to presume."
His populist heart found the man personally distasteful -- a smarmy hunk of blond flesh from the side of the bay that did not interest him. It would be a pleasure, honestly.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 30, 2016 16:47:21 GMT -5
"Is that all?"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 30, 2016 16:48:48 GMT -5
Oswald shook his head.
"But I was just going."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 30, 2016 16:54:00 GMT -5
"No, no, stay. We've a fine few bottles of sligovica and no one left to drink it."
He waved a hand vaguely to beckon him toward the nearest sitting room.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 30, 2016 16:56:43 GMT -5
Oswald limped after him, self-consciously stiff-shouldered.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 30, 2016 17:06:27 GMT -5
Krolock had to flex his hands for a moment, wincing, before he could pour a glass.
"Now. You were saying?"
He waved a hand at the couch in a way that left refusal out of the picture.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 30, 2016 17:26:59 GMT -5
He settled in, crossing his good leg over the bad one. If he'd worn a hat, he'd have held it in his hands. He hadn't worn a hat.
"Well? So what did he do?"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 30, 2016 17:35:14 GMT -5
"Alienation of affection."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Oct 30, 2016 17:53:28 GMT -5
"Well, that's not very sporting of him."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 30, 2016 20:39:47 GMT -5
"What do you have to offer beyond vague assurances of service?"
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