|
|
Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 15:07:23 GMT
"I can't smell a dead dog," said Allbrass. "They don't eat. So where's the dog."
|
|
|
|
Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 15:08:01 GMT
Marisa handed it over.
|
|
|
|
Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 5, 2015 15:11:35 GMT
She touched it on the inside of the wardrobe and immediately pulled her hand back and dropped the pencil.
She bent to pick it up, looking bashful. "Should have known that would happen. The magic is much too strong for this simple thing. With better tools I can study it further. Or ..." She couldn't quite hide some look of anticipation at her comrades. "We can just take a look for ourselves right now."
|
|
|
|
Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 15:12:58 GMT
"Should have brought a thicker coat," she mumbled. "Do we want to walk into it here? I feel like we should move it first. Get it somewhere safe."
|
|
|
|
Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 15:14:20 GMT
"I'd normally say ladies first," said Allbrass, "But i've never been much of a gentleman."
He stepped closer and put one foot inside the wardrobe and stretched out a hand toward its back. The back seemed to stretch and distend as he touched it and pressed, as though it was a rubber sheet, deforming around his fingers.
His face was serious.
Thirteen men entered, he remembered, none returned.
Except one. Dead. Three years later. An ocean away.
|
|
|
|
Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 15:16:21 GMT
"Hugo, wait." She shook her head. "This is not the place. For one, the manager could come down here looking for us. Who knows how long we'll be in there? Do you want a bunch of muggles wandering in behind us. We've got to move it."
|
|
|
|
Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 15:17:03 GMT
Allbrass stepped back. If he was relieved he hid it well.
"Alright," he said. "Let's go make an offer on the wardrobe. And not on the clown figure."
|
|
|
|
Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 15:28:18 GMT
"Great." She did look relieved. Very relieved.
"What should we do about....this thing?" She pushed a bit of rubble with her foot. "Do you want to study it further, Marie?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 5, 2015 15:52:19 GMT
She knelt down by the clay pieces. "The magic is fading,' she said after a quick swab with the pencil. She pocketed a smaller piece of clay and picked up the plate with the lettering. "Might as well take a look later."
If for no other reason than Wim might find the carved enchantments interesting to look at.
She got ready to leave.
Marie let Hugo do the price negotiating as she stood behind him in the manager's office. With all the stories going around this wardrobe, they must be happy to be rid of it, she thought.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 16:03:16 GMT
Allbrass spoke with the manager in his office, and the caretaker who was loitering sullenly around. THe manager was just keen to get the business over and done with and quickly agreed to the price suggested. The caretaker was less happy about having to venture into the cellars to retrieve it for them.
"Can't they lift it out themselves?" he said
|
|
|
|
Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 5, 2015 16:05:17 GMT
"I'll help you." Which was to say, she'd go with him so he didn't have to go there alone.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 16:14:50 GMT
Allbrass came along too. The caretaker was muttering darkly about "Not going down there" but didn't want to seem cowardly in front of the women. He hesitated though at the doorway.
|
|
|
|
Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 5, 2015 16:16:17 GMT
"It's alright. We're right behind you."
|
|
|
|
Post by The Caretaker on Jun 5, 2015 17:47:13 GMT
"Alright, alright,"
He grumbled all the way downstairs, swearing at the broken electric light, and using a couple of torches which he handed to the group. He was wary, clearly nervous as he picked his way through the stuff down there.
"At least they got rid of that damned clown," he said, "it always gave me the creeps. This way." He led the way into the next room where the wardrobe stood.
"Give me a hand will you?" He asked Allbrass who happily helped him manhandle it through the other room and up the stairs.
There was some awkward movement to get it through the door and then it was up and out.
|
|
|
|
Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 17:57:24 GMT
Marisa, who had followed to help with the torches (it was difficult to carry one while carrying a wardrobe, after alll), looked momentarily surprised, but hid it as best she could.
|
|
