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Post by Ian (Menace) on Sept 3, 2020 10:17:27 GMT
The black orb weighs heavy in his hand, as he makes room under the loose floorboard he has designated as the hiding spot. He carefully places it into the recess, then puts the board back into place and rearranges the carpet on top. There; done; hidden from sight and perfectly placed at the center of Port Ffirst; Just as the master had commanded. When he eventually gets back to his room in the Cavernous Seashank, the warm sense of purpose and duty fulfilled recedes, and the weighty implications of what he has done angrily push themselves back to the forefront of his mind, as the suggestive charm evaporates. Menace leans against the door of his room, which closes with a definitive thud. “ Fuck.” —::[‡]::—
He sits at his desk and thinks on the day in Frog Bog with Demik and Gesh, the hefty purse with the coin he has already made from the deal with the scared Bullywugs sitting in his lap. The weight feels nice, but it’s not enough. He still doesn't have the spider-silk. And he was duped. By a devil. Beaten at his own game! That stings more than anything. The voice of Malice is raging in the back of his mind, but he shuts him out, picks up a quill and begins to write. “We got charmed at work, Still rescued some frogs, not all; Final fight awaits!”
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