Post by Daring Jo Lockwood on Apr 30, 2011 16:09:03 GMT -5
Daring Jo was as animate as ever. Her movements were quick and precise, the only difference being the sense of urgency that motivated them. Getting rid of the can was not something she was thinking of. After all, it would be annoying to hand it off, only to have to steal it again should the healer she was seeking tell her that it was needed for a cure.
So she sped through side streets and back alleys. No doubt the City Watch would be out and about by now. As much as she ridiculed them, she wasn't going to underestimate them.
Finally she was at the healer's residence. Knocking was out of the question. She never asked for permission before and why would she now?
The lock was easy enough to get past. Jo entered the house as if it were her own and found the old healer asleep in his bed.
"Marchand!" she greeted, cheerfully, "I have a job for you!"
the old man jumped from his bed and stared at the dark form that was Daring Jo Lockwood. He grumbled something about thieves and manners and reached for his glasses once more, "Whose dying and why?" was his curt inquiry.
"A good friend of mind, in fact." Jo said, "We ran afoul of a rather nasty curse."
"And by 'we' you mean 'you'." Marchand snorted.
"Well, regardless of the semantics, she's turned ill. And this lovely thing appears to be the cause."
"Mm? Let me see..."
---
Marchand had taken the cane to his lab and after some careful inspection determined the best way to cure it's effects. When one works for thieves, almost exclusivly, asarchamd does, they can come across all forms of curses. Adventurous criminals such as Jo always seemed to run into the worse sort of problems.
This was no different a problem. So, the old healer went to work. When the cure was finished he handed it over to thief.
"Give this to her." he said, "And get rid of that blasted thing. And learn to practice some restraint! I hate being bothered at this time of night!"
---
He had continued to berate the thief, who took the tirade with the kind of smirk that only caused it to continue. Back into the night, she returned to the safehouse. But not before dropping the troublesome cane back off at City Watch. She even left a note stating her intent to donate it to their lost and found.
Back in her safe house she awoke Skye with a shake, "I have returned!" she said triumphantly, "And luckily for you, it's a simple resolution! Just take this potion and sleep it off!"
So she sped through side streets and back alleys. No doubt the City Watch would be out and about by now. As much as she ridiculed them, she wasn't going to underestimate them.
Finally she was at the healer's residence. Knocking was out of the question. She never asked for permission before and why would she now?
The lock was easy enough to get past. Jo entered the house as if it were her own and found the old healer asleep in his bed.
"Marchand!" she greeted, cheerfully, "I have a job for you!"
the old man jumped from his bed and stared at the dark form that was Daring Jo Lockwood. He grumbled something about thieves and manners and reached for his glasses once more, "Whose dying and why?" was his curt inquiry.
"A good friend of mind, in fact." Jo said, "We ran afoul of a rather nasty curse."
"And by 'we' you mean 'you'." Marchand snorted.
"Well, regardless of the semantics, she's turned ill. And this lovely thing appears to be the cause."
"Mm? Let me see..."
---
Marchand had taken the cane to his lab and after some careful inspection determined the best way to cure it's effects. When one works for thieves, almost exclusivly, asarchamd does, they can come across all forms of curses. Adventurous criminals such as Jo always seemed to run into the worse sort of problems.
This was no different a problem. So, the old healer went to work. When the cure was finished he handed it over to thief.
"Give this to her." he said, "And get rid of that blasted thing. And learn to practice some restraint! I hate being bothered at this time of night!"
---
He had continued to berate the thief, who took the tirade with the kind of smirk that only caused it to continue. Back into the night, she returned to the safehouse. But not before dropping the troublesome cane back off at City Watch. She even left a note stating her intent to donate it to their lost and found.
Back in her safe house she awoke Skye with a shake, "I have returned!" she said triumphantly, "And luckily for you, it's a simple resolution! Just take this potion and sleep it off!"
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