19centconstable | Case #28: Voice

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Case #28: Voice

[George sounds pained. Very, very pained.]

I've tried the door to the CES from this side. I'm afraid it's not gone well.

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Ehm...yes, you do have a point. I shall not then. [He gets the stairway door for the functionally one-armed Constable.]

If you come up with another idea for opening that door, I volunteer my aid. I hate merely sitting by in these sort of situations.

[George looks thoughtful.]

Have vampires got any sort of door-related powers?

Unfortunately no. But I can heal back from trying to force it, and even in my reduced state I am fairly strong.

[George looks at his escort quizzically.]

Reduced state?

[Is Dracula dieting?]

Yes. My powers are much less than what they once were.

Oh. I'm sorry. What were they before?

Let us just say that I could have kicked Arthas from one end of the Deck to the other and leave it at that. [He leads the way in case George should lose his footing on the stairs. There is a shuffling noise from the landing below and he peers around at it.]

Faceless. Just one however.

[George tries to peer over Dracula's shoulder.]

What do you propose we ought to do?

I'll just toss it down the stairwell so we can move on. No worries. [Dracula made a business of pushing his sleeves up and strode down the stairs.] Just wait here a moment.

Yes. Of course. That won't be at all worrying.

[But George does as told and waits.]

I'll shout "look out below" if it will make you feel better.

[He heads down the stairs, into the dimness.]

[There's a thump, a sound of blows being exchanged--and then a disgusted gasp followed by an unearthly screech.]

Oh, that's just vile. Chew on my arm all you like, it will heal. Now. Over--you--go!

[Strangely, it would. But at the sound of the screech George has bounded down after him.]

Oi!

[He has his good arm up in a punch-threatening manner.]

[Dracula is struggling to heave a particularly large specimen of Faceless over the edge. The Faceless's skin was slashed open by Dracula's claws, exposing a single madly rolling eye. It clings to the railing like a monkey, gnawing somewhat ineffectually at Dracula's arm. The vampire yanks free and slashes at it again.]

[George shoves his good shoulder at the thing to knock it free of the railing.]

Are you bleeding?

[It's seems like the sort of question one should ask a vampire.]

[It goes over with a squeal, and Dracula slashes at its hands, forcing it to let go of the railing.]

Good man, pulling that off even with the bad shoulder. Brave.

[He picks at his sleeve.] It tore the cloth, but the wound beneath will heal quickly enough.

[George wrinkles his nose at the tear.]

It was only necessary. And I'd have been entirely worse off without you here. But let's push on before any more of them arrive.

An excellent idea. [He hurried down the stairs, senses open, nostrils flaring now and again as he took in the scents of those who had passed by recently.]

[George struggles to keep up, but luckily they make it to the fifth floor without incident.]

Dr. Caesares is in room 10. Will you let him tend to your wounds?

Oh that? That is healed already. Unless he has a seamstress in his back pocket I do not believe he can help me.

I'm far more concerned about your shoulder anyway.

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