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944457 No. 944457 ID: 4075a1

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No. 968402 ID: 470289
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968402

I still need to get rid of this door handle before I wake him up, I can’t just have it hanging out of my pocket. Maybe I should just stash it behind one of those dusty books instead of going all the way back up and maybe running into the monster again?

But after that what will I say when I wake him up? Pretend I’m doing it so he’s not late for bethel would work, but it’s still too early for that excuse. I could act like I’m just really eager to learn about Nine Eyes or wanted some extra early tasks when I noticed him?

Then again even if I’ve never been told I’m not allowed to walk all through bethel without supervision it’s probably because no one is dumb enough to actually do it.

But then again-
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No. 968403 ID: 470289
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968403

“You gonna kiss him or sumthin’?”
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No. 968404 ID: 470289
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“What’re you doin’ here? You’re supposed to be lookout! And be quiet!” I whisper. The preceptor gives a small snort, but doesn’t move thankfully.

“If Brass didn’t hear you mumblin’ to yourself he ain’t gonna hear me. And I looked out. Tat’s comin’ up with a bag of stuff. Had a key to the door and all. We don’t got a whole lot of time.”
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No. 968405 ID: 470289
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968405

“So which shelf you wanna go between?” She asks pointing to all the books and shelves behind us.

“Um, if someones awake and movin' around we should definitely go back up and leave.” I say.

“We’re here to spy, duh. We’re gonna hide and listen in on brassy and the long ear.” She’s grinning again. That’s always a bad sign. And I think I can hear footsteps from the stairs going below.
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No. 968407 ID: b1b4f3

No time, hide in bookshelves.
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No. 968409 ID: 0fae41

Take a look from the books.
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No. 968410 ID: e7c7d3

Perhaps we could eavesdrop at the top of the stairs? Wait no, there's that demon junior brass up there who could walk into us.

Farthest bookcase. Try to keep Mash under control though.
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No. 968413 ID: ce39da

"If you want to get yourself punished, so be it; tell me what happened after you get back to me, and don't do anything to reveal yourself until they're gone. I'm going to go make sure this door handle isn't found in the wrong place."
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No. 968416 ID: 5877dc

I'll take the Shelf Number Two.
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No. 968432 ID: c2edf6

Snag one of Brass' notes while you're at it
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No. 968564 ID: 15a025

Time to hide between the shelves and hope no one hears us.
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No. 968960 ID: fd5772

>>968405
I think he's starting to wake up. Hide!
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No. 969700 ID: e5e15e
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I grab a piece of paper from the desk before following Mash behind a nearby bookshelf. She’s already moving books out of the way to make a peeking spot and knocking dust into the air around us.

“We should go further back, what if they hear us moving from here. Or if he just looks over here?” I whisper as I stifle a sneeze.

“Just be real still and keep your head outta view.” She answers.
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No. 969701 ID: e5e15e
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“Z, you up yet?” The fancy tat calls out. I recognize him as one of Artisan Zeebs’ tailors, but I don’t remember his name. “I brought you and the girls breakfast.”

Once he sees Brass snoring a smile creeps onto his face.
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No. 969702 ID: e5e15e
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He bends down to place the plate on the table and the smell of the wraps he’s carrying wafts over to us. It reminds me that Mash rushed us out so quickly we forgot to grab breakfast. I can’t make out any of the words Fancy whispers into Brass’ ear, but the snores start turning into moans and fidgeting.
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No. 969704 ID: e5e15e
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Fancy stops whispering as Brass begins to blindly fumble around for his glasses.

“I’d really prefer if you didn’t do that.” Brass squeaks out once he’s put them back on his face.

“But if I don’t I miss seeing you blush. How’s that fair to me?” He replies.
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No. 969706 ID: e5e15e
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“Blugh. How long was I asleep? What time is it?” Brass asks as he starts collecting the papers on the table.

“Early enough Rammubabi still had wraps left for me to snatch.” Fancy answers.

“Way too early, then.” Brass sighs.

“Only for shinies. Hey, I got a glimpse at that foriegn fatass walking with Silver. You talked to him? Is it true he broke a chair just by sitting in it? Never even heard of a monger doing that!”

“Did I...? Sorry, what did you say?” Brass keeps flipping through his papers over and over.

“I asked you for the latest gossip, ya troglodyte. Give me those secret preceptor deets.” Fancy lightly prods.

“Calling me a troglodyte isn’t as endearing or insulting as you might think. Unlike you and your ilk I don’t get involved in politics.” He pauses. “Unless it’s over a hundred years old, I suppose.”

“Don’t give me that.” Fancy’s voice gets a bit more serious. “Silver and Steel let in a laprine that’s not one of us. That’s not just rinky-dink politics. You have to know something.”

“I really think you’re making too big a deal out of this. It’s just some boring trade deal talk, we’ve always done foriegn trade.” Brass says.

“Boring? Foreign trade deals that don’t involve mongers? I haven’t seen any preening around lately. Has that ever happened before, Mr. History?”

“Of course not, Mongers are our link to the outside world, it’s their… oh. Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that.” He scratches his head.



“...Did you grab one a those papers? I thought ya said we ain’t supposed to touch anythin’.” Mash asks.
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No. 969708 ID: b1b4f3

>>969706
May as well read it and see what it says.
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No. 969709 ID: 5877dc

Brass is gay~

Yes, why did we grab a paper? Wouldn't Brass very quickly figure out that one's missing? Tell Mash it was just an impulse.

Nothing to do but to keep waiting.

>>969708
Toilers can't read.
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No. 969711 ID: 53560f

Don’t say anything just put a finger to your lips and continue watching.
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No. 970009 ID: 8fab7a

Just shake your head slightly at Mash. Hope she gets the hint.

Seems like they're discussing the diplomat you met. Him being around is apparently a Big Deal to some. Not, apparently, to Brass though, even if he can't adequately explain why.

Either he's scatter-brained, smart enough to downplay the significance or there's genuinely nothing that wrong with having the guy here.
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No. 970540 ID: e5e15e
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970540

I put my finger to my lips and Mash gives me a look, but she turns back to the peephole.



“Look,” Fancy’s voice loses a bit of it’s lightness. “I know you hate it, but you need to take it seriously. Politics is life and death, you can’t just ignore it your whole life.”

“Watch me. Also, you can consider my lips sealed on any more foreigner talk, even with your offering of wraps. I am loath to contribute anything to that cursed rumor mill that runs through Artisan Zeebs.” Brass answers.

Fancy gives a fake gasp. “Z, do you think I’d tell Zeebs of all laprines anything? My lips aren’t loose, as you well know.”

“I already told you to stop with that. Why did you even come by, just to feed me and make lewd comments? Wait, of course that’s why you came by.”

“Well actually,” Fancy reaches into a pocket pulling out a glass bottle and placing it on the table. “Oriatill gave me this yesterday. He said you never came to pick them up.” He almost sounds like he’s scolding Brass, but no one would scold a diamond.

“Oh, of course.” Brass answers. “I’ve been so busy it must have slipped my mind. Thank you for picking them up for me.”

“Z…” His tone reminds me of Ma’am’s when she’s disappointed in us.
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No. 970541 ID: e5e15e
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970541

Brass grabs the bottle and downs one of the balls.

“Stop looking at me like that Luzi, it’s only been a few days. Now go up and grab the girls before their wraps get cold.”
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No. 970542 ID: e5e15e
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970542

“Alright. Remember it’s one each for five people, not five for one short glutton.” Fancy, or Luzi, jokes heading towards the stairs.

“Be quick then, because I make no promises.” Brass fires back muffled.
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No. 970544 ID: e5e15e
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Brass puts the ball back in the bottle before heading over to a nearby shelf and picking out a brown book.
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No. 970545 ID: e5e15e
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“There’re more bottles in that thing.” Mash whispers. Her eyes are sharper than mine, I thought the glint was just my imagination.
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No. 970546 ID: e5e15e
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970546

He puts the book back after he places the bottle inside and starts to head into more stacks across from us. Mash moves as soon as Brass is out of view. I reflexively grab her shoulders to stop her.

“What are you doing?” I hiss.

“You got somethin’, I want somethin’.” She answers, starting to squirm to get out from under my grip. “Bet my bottles are gonna be way better than your rinky-dinky paper.”

This could be our last chance to get out through the bottom floor before more people come here. If they do, trying to get out through one of the big windows might be our only way out, and I didn’t think to check from outside if those actually could open. It’s either those or hiding here until another opportunity comes.
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No. 970548 ID: 0fae41

Remember what book those bottles are in and you can point them out later. For now, go.
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No. 970550 ID: b1b4f3

>>970546
Taking a bottle is too overt. Take a ball out of one of them. That can be missed!
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No. 970560 ID: 4286b4

Do we have time to take one of the balls out of a bottle?
There's also a question of what to do with these things. What's the purpose of these balls? We'd have to find out somehow. And the page. Do we know of anyone we could show it to, who'd be able to tell us what's written on it?

For now, take one of the balls and keep the paper page. And exit the place... or stay for the bethel.
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No. 970565 ID: ce39da

"This isn't a contest, but if you're adamant about the medicine, take just a ball of it - much less likely to be missed than a whole bottle. Getting out without getting caught will be your own business; I need to go hide this door handle, so we'll meet back up in bethel."

Get out of there and see if there's enough time to go out and throw the door handle up onto the roof you initially infiltrated without any witnesses. If not, hide it somewhere where someone up there could conceivably throw it.
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No. 970583 ID: 12b116

Stealing a whole bottle will definitely arouse suspicion, and if now is our only chance to escape we better take it. stealing one of the balls would be the ideal option but we need to make sure we have a clean getaway
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No. 970850 ID: 15a025

Risk it and go for the bottles.
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No. 971259 ID: 470289
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“This ain’t a contest. If you’re going to grab somethin’ just grab one ball. He won’t notice that.” I let go of Mash and we move across the open space, where Brass could see us. I stuff the paper into the same pocket I have the handle in.

I keep moving over to the stairs and some cover while Mash stops in front of the shelf and slips the book out. I need to keep an eye out to make sure Brass doesn’t turn around while Mash is fiddling with the bottles and Luzi doesn’t come down the stairs and bump right into us. Once Mash has the ball we’ll head out, stash the stuff, and circle back for bethel like normal. After I toss the handle on the roof of course. Then we can relax and figure out what to do with the page and ball. Maybe I can find a slissa to tell us what’s written on the paper, if we think they won’t talk. Or something else, we’ll have time.

I can feel Mash grinning at the back of my head. It’s gonna be a chore to make sure she doesn’t brag about this for the next week, especially since this whole thing was her idea.

>Do we have time to take one of the balls out of a bottle?
We should, as long as Mash is fast. Speaking of…

“Hurry up.” I hiss.

“Gimme a sec, gotta get the bottle open and not spill nuthin’. I only got two hands.” I turn back watching the staircase and listening for any warning sounds.
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No. 971260 ID: 470289
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971260

I hear glass break behind me.
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No. 971261 ID: 470289
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971261

What the fuck is she doing?

Every other bottle is in pieces except the one in her hand and there’s no way Brass didn’t hear her slamming the book down. He has to have seen her now. But her eyes are wild and focused on me, not looking back towards him. She… wants me to get ready?
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No. 971262 ID: 470289
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971262

I bring my hand up to catch the bottle before she throws it in the middle of her spin into a run. I don’t know if the catch is luck or me reading her right.

She’s running away from the stairs, our way out, and the only thing I can think is she’s trying to get caught while I escape.

She wants me to leave her.

That fucking idiot! Does she think I can do that?
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No. 971263 ID: b1b4f3

>>971262
What choice do you fucking have? Get out of there.
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No. 971264 ID: e7c7d3

Head down the stairs. Find a place that you can safely stash the goods and then help Mash. Going to take some quick talking though
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No. 971269 ID: 0fae41

She's giving you no choice, so give her no choice. Chase her. Tackle her. And drag her to hiding.
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No. 971287 ID: 4286b4

Either she gets caught, or you both get caught. I think you know what the better choice is. Leave without her.
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No. 971289 ID: ce39da

You can. Keep in mind that this has just turned into a massive shit-show for Brass, too, as it's incredibly likely that the guy he's hiding this from isn't far behind. Therefore, while she's in deep shit, it might not be as deep as we fear, seeing as the Diamond still has to do Bethel, and may or may not be in trouble, himself.
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No. 971299 ID: fa2754

>>971262
I think she saw something you didn't. Take her lead and run.
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No. 971300 ID: 8fab7a

>>971299
Oh. Oooh. She's been spotted. By that thing from earlier. Uh. Check to see if it's still there? Or maybe not. Maybe run. Or... agh!

This is the worst. You were here to befriend Brass, earn his trust (somehow), not cause a huge ruckus that's gonna leave him in a hell of a mood! Pray Mash is too smart to lay hand on Brass in her attempt to escape as obviously as possible.

You need to get out of here yourself. Or at least secure your 'gains' before you do anything.

>>971264
Finding somewhere close to stash the handle, the paper and the medicine seems about the best you can do (maybe even here in the library?). And then... pretend you arrived on the scene after hearing the ruckus, having waited in the wings?

Though, if you clean up the majority of the mess NOW and prevent Luzi (Mr. Fancy) from seeing the intact bottle and realizing what -actually- happened, Brass might realize you did damage control for him (deliberately or accidentally) and in his rush to cover up the truth might grant favor or clemency.

As for Mash... Mash can't talk her way out of a wet paper bag, right? She's gonna need help if she gets stopped or caught, right? Even if she got away you can talk and beg clemency, say she/you was just curious about the library, offer to do anything to make up for it, dispose of the (bundled-up in your shirt) mess, etc.

>>971289
Brass may not be in any deep shit. That we know about, at least. Yet. He's likely annoyed someone spied on and then accidentally exposed a secret of his whose value we have no idea about up to and including how far he'd go to hide it.
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No. 971305 ID: 7d9195

Why does it feel like Mash did this intentionally? Why would she wish to sabotage your mission? Does it have something to do with her dream earlier? Or was she somehow talked into this by someone else?
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No. 971307 ID: 70a051

>>971305
Mash's expressions suggest dropping the first bottle was an actual accident, but after that she decided to smash the rest so Brass wouldn't notice the absence of the one she gave us.
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No. 971308 ID: 7d9195

>>971307
The way she's looking away makes it seem precisely like she did it on purpose.
You look away, you drop the item, and then you say "Oops!". The cliché!
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No. 971449 ID: 8fab7a

>>971308
Someone pointed out that she looks up and her expression might be one of surprise, not eye-rolling. We've already seen something/someone that can poke through walls.

Shock at seeing that thing/person has already lead to one mishap (the door handle), so it's not unthinkable that Mash jerked in surprise and dropped the glass, then just reacted quickly from there.
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No. 971977 ID: 15a025

No time to think about it now. Hop to it and run before you both get caught!
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