Well, That Could Have Gone Better
It wasn't long after the debate Dyarhk was out back with Gregory sitting on their campaign bus's steps going over what went right, and more importantly, what went wrong with his answers. It was no surprise Dyarhk was new to the political debate game, and Gregory Finder let him know this with repeated raising of his voice and gesturing his hands into one another with what could easily be called outrage, and it had been outrageous when they were surprised by the very unexpected event that Gregory couldn't speak at the podium for the debate, something they had not accounted for. Given the circumstances, Dyarhk did not do terribly considering the sudden reformation of their ?battle plan.?
?You got the closing words wrong.? Gregory pushed the sides of his suit jacket back to place his hands on his hips.
?I know that. I was scurrying through my notes.? Dyarhk ruffled his hair with aggravation. It was late at night, but the Hall they were right behind was still very will lit, as was the rest of the streets and surrounding area, the bus included. It looked very warm, comfortable and inviting inside, but that was the last thing either of the two men were thinking about right now. They had suffered a deft blow, and paled in comparison to their opponents' impressions. However much truth was in that, which some was for certain, had to be interpreted for the worst. The more they prepared for, the better off they'd be.
Gregory took a deep breath, ?Alright... what about that character that asked his out-of-turn question??
?I didn't catch who it was.? Dyarhk said.
?You were up on stage. I heard it a lot better than you did. I don't know. I just don't think we should sit out here too long. Reminds me too much of the bad streets in TKYC, and the things that happen there. I'm going to head back to my apartment and work some more on where we go from this. You get some rest, do what you gotta do, yeah.? Finder patted Dyarhk on the shoulder and pushed off it lightly as he stepped on up past him and into the bus. He eventually caught the hint and realized he had to get up and out of the way for the soon departing bus. He helped fold its steps up and out of the way and then backed out for it to clear out freely. He took a deep breath.
One final look over the Great Hall before he began his walk in the opposite direction of the bus and made for the Public Library, then when he got there he continued on and made for the Preservation of Records Center to log another night of research in after operating hours. When he got inside he gave a wave to the always-seated man at the computer at the front desk and went on past him down the hall and into the enormous reading room where Bill Albright was placing documents back on their appropriate shelves. Dyarhk got a wave and the place continued to be silent.
Dyarhk did not get to settle in long since he had just gotten seated when Corea came in and alerted him of her presence with the closing of one of the two double doors leading into the reading room he'd come in at. Very nice doors with their steel mechanisms. You could enter silently with them but they never shut as quietly as they opened.
She wasn't dressed entirely too well. A tiny burgundy motorcycle jacket for her tiny torso exposed a simple white tank where it wasn't zipped and the black bra that bled fairly well through it; from there it was just tight denim and boots. She was still very attractive, by all means, but it was haphazard; thrown together. She didn't do this unless it was in a hurry, and she was never in a hurry unless it was something urgent; important.
?What's wrong?? he asked, placing a tiny three-book stack onto the desk that he was planning on cracking into.
?I just finished surveillance over at the inn following a lot of your debate attendants. I didn't like what I heard.?
?What'd you hear?? he asked with a face full of worry. She looked down sharply at him before both their attention was given to that same loud function of the doors into the reading room closing, this time with a young man stepping forth and with a sword at his hip. Corea immediately drew her WSM (Wong Service Magnum) 9mm and pointed it at the man, both surprising the man and Dyarhk.
?Corea! We're in a library!? he whispered, but she kept her focus.
?Hands up.? she said, and the man did as he was told very coolly. ?Don't move.?
She approached him very hastily and always with her lock on the man. When she reached him she gave an up-nod of her chin to him and did not look to be playing. ?Turn around.?
He, again, did as instructed and continued to hold his hands up when he was reminded by her to do so. She began patting him down, unholstering his pistol when she came across it and laying it on the table just when Dyarhk and Bill, the Master of Records, were coming up to see what was going on.
?Planning on making any assassinations tonight?? she asked him, showing him his own gun.
?Hold on a second, Corea.? something caught Dyarhk's eye and he came up to the man to take his hand and inspect the ring better that he'd noticed. It was the crest of Alain's house. Immediately the red flags went down around the man in his eyes. ?It's okay. He's okay. He's with Alain. What are you doing here?? he asked him after getting Corea to point her gun down.
?I have an urgent letter to deliver. I was told only to give it to you.? he said, handing Dyarhk the sealed envelope with the wax seal of the same crest that had been on the man's ring.
?What's going on here?!? Bill asked as seriously and terrified as he could while still speaking within the designated volume of this hall. Dyarhk had taken the envelope and begun to open it while this went on and he tried to, again, get attention off of the messenger from House DeMuer. But if this letter had been so important, he had to know what it contained. His thumb assisted him in going under that wax seal and he was pulling out the folded letter within and pouting out a sigh of preparation as his eyes immediately began reading over it.
"D,
Howe's put out a list, actively hiring for it -- plans to put up flyers later. Targets as follows:
Alain DeMuer, Fionna Helston al Amat, Corlanthis Wystansayr, Edward Batten, and yourself.
~ A.D."
Dyarhk immediately crumpled the letter almost unconsciously. ?Dear gods.? he murmured.
?Dyarhk? Dyarhk what's it say?? Corea asked very sharply, very seriously. She wanted an answer more than ever with that look on his face, though it did change from one of shock to one of determination.
?It's not safe to work here anymore.? he gave Corea the letter moving forward to place a hand on Bill's shoulder affectionately before leaving it and shaking the emissary's hand and whispering meaningful words of thanks to him. By then, Corea'd finished reading the letter.
?Dyarhk, come on. We're leaving right now. Dyarhk!? she yelled to the man going back over to his table and haphazardly scurrying papers into a pile and then into his arms.
?I know. I know.? he began on towards her and her as well in the direction to the door before he ran back suddenly forgetting a document and earning himself another scalding.
?Dyarhk!!? she yelled again.
?I'm coming.? he was walking over to her again, and this time for the departure. But he paid a look back to that table making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. It would be some time before he might come back to Rhydin's new smelling Preservation of Records Center. ?Bye, Bill. Step up your security, just to be safe.? were his last words to the Master of Records, and Corea the last one he saw as she went out right behind him with only the smallest of fleeting glances paid back to him.
It wasn't long after the debate Dyarhk was out back with Gregory sitting on their campaign bus's steps going over what went right, and more importantly, what went wrong with his answers. It was no surprise Dyarhk was new to the political debate game, and Gregory Finder let him know this with repeated raising of his voice and gesturing his hands into one another with what could easily be called outrage, and it had been outrageous when they were surprised by the very unexpected event that Gregory couldn't speak at the podium for the debate, something they had not accounted for. Given the circumstances, Dyarhk did not do terribly considering the sudden reformation of their ?battle plan.?
?You got the closing words wrong.? Gregory pushed the sides of his suit jacket back to place his hands on his hips.
?I know that. I was scurrying through my notes.? Dyarhk ruffled his hair with aggravation. It was late at night, but the Hall they were right behind was still very will lit, as was the rest of the streets and surrounding area, the bus included. It looked very warm, comfortable and inviting inside, but that was the last thing either of the two men were thinking about right now. They had suffered a deft blow, and paled in comparison to their opponents' impressions. However much truth was in that, which some was for certain, had to be interpreted for the worst. The more they prepared for, the better off they'd be.
Gregory took a deep breath, ?Alright... what about that character that asked his out-of-turn question??
?I didn't catch who it was.? Dyarhk said.
?You were up on stage. I heard it a lot better than you did. I don't know. I just don't think we should sit out here too long. Reminds me too much of the bad streets in TKYC, and the things that happen there. I'm going to head back to my apartment and work some more on where we go from this. You get some rest, do what you gotta do, yeah.? Finder patted Dyarhk on the shoulder and pushed off it lightly as he stepped on up past him and into the bus. He eventually caught the hint and realized he had to get up and out of the way for the soon departing bus. He helped fold its steps up and out of the way and then backed out for it to clear out freely. He took a deep breath.
One final look over the Great Hall before he began his walk in the opposite direction of the bus and made for the Public Library, then when he got there he continued on and made for the Preservation of Records Center to log another night of research in after operating hours. When he got inside he gave a wave to the always-seated man at the computer at the front desk and went on past him down the hall and into the enormous reading room where Bill Albright was placing documents back on their appropriate shelves. Dyarhk got a wave and the place continued to be silent.
Dyarhk did not get to settle in long since he had just gotten seated when Corea came in and alerted him of her presence with the closing of one of the two double doors leading into the reading room he'd come in at. Very nice doors with their steel mechanisms. You could enter silently with them but they never shut as quietly as they opened.
She wasn't dressed entirely too well. A tiny burgundy motorcycle jacket for her tiny torso exposed a simple white tank where it wasn't zipped and the black bra that bled fairly well through it; from there it was just tight denim and boots. She was still very attractive, by all means, but it was haphazard; thrown together. She didn't do this unless it was in a hurry, and she was never in a hurry unless it was something urgent; important.
?What's wrong?? he asked, placing a tiny three-book stack onto the desk that he was planning on cracking into.
?I just finished surveillance over at the inn following a lot of your debate attendants. I didn't like what I heard.?
?What'd you hear?? he asked with a face full of worry. She looked down sharply at him before both their attention was given to that same loud function of the doors into the reading room closing, this time with a young man stepping forth and with a sword at his hip. Corea immediately drew her WSM (Wong Service Magnum) 9mm and pointed it at the man, both surprising the man and Dyarhk.
?Corea! We're in a library!? he whispered, but she kept her focus.
?Hands up.? she said, and the man did as he was told very coolly. ?Don't move.?
She approached him very hastily and always with her lock on the man. When she reached him she gave an up-nod of her chin to him and did not look to be playing. ?Turn around.?
He, again, did as instructed and continued to hold his hands up when he was reminded by her to do so. She began patting him down, unholstering his pistol when she came across it and laying it on the table just when Dyarhk and Bill, the Master of Records, were coming up to see what was going on.
?Planning on making any assassinations tonight?? she asked him, showing him his own gun.
?Hold on a second, Corea.? something caught Dyarhk's eye and he came up to the man to take his hand and inspect the ring better that he'd noticed. It was the crest of Alain's house. Immediately the red flags went down around the man in his eyes. ?It's okay. He's okay. He's with Alain. What are you doing here?? he asked him after getting Corea to point her gun down.
?I have an urgent letter to deliver. I was told only to give it to you.? he said, handing Dyarhk the sealed envelope with the wax seal of the same crest that had been on the man's ring.
?What's going on here?!? Bill asked as seriously and terrified as he could while still speaking within the designated volume of this hall. Dyarhk had taken the envelope and begun to open it while this went on and he tried to, again, get attention off of the messenger from House DeMuer. But if this letter had been so important, he had to know what it contained. His thumb assisted him in going under that wax seal and he was pulling out the folded letter within and pouting out a sigh of preparation as his eyes immediately began reading over it.
"D,
Howe's put out a list, actively hiring for it -- plans to put up flyers later. Targets as follows:
Alain DeMuer, Fionna Helston al Amat, Corlanthis Wystansayr, Edward Batten, and yourself.
~ A.D."
Dyarhk immediately crumpled the letter almost unconsciously. ?Dear gods.? he murmured.
?Dyarhk? Dyarhk what's it say?? Corea asked very sharply, very seriously. She wanted an answer more than ever with that look on his face, though it did change from one of shock to one of determination.
?It's not safe to work here anymore.? he gave Corea the letter moving forward to place a hand on Bill's shoulder affectionately before leaving it and shaking the emissary's hand and whispering meaningful words of thanks to him. By then, Corea'd finished reading the letter.
?Dyarhk, come on. We're leaving right now. Dyarhk!? she yelled to the man going back over to his table and haphazardly scurrying papers into a pile and then into his arms.
?I know. I know.? he began on towards her and her as well in the direction to the door before he ran back suddenly forgetting a document and earning himself another scalding.
?Dyarhk!!? she yelled again.
?I'm coming.? he was walking over to her again, and this time for the departure. But he paid a look back to that table making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. It would be some time before he might come back to Rhydin's new smelling Preservation of Records Center. ?Bye, Bill. Step up your security, just to be safe.? were his last words to the Master of Records, and Corea the last one he saw as she went out right behind him with only the smallest of fleeting glances paid back to him.