BagNPockets
Feb. 16th, 2006 01:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
joegodaIt was dark below the wooden trap door leading down to the drains. It was also empty below the wooden trap door. There was nobody waiting for Bags and Harv as they hurriedly lifted the door and flew down the stairs.
It wasn't noiseless though. In the distance the sounds of sobbing could be heard, combined with the sounds of low voices talking. Bags and Harv carefully approached the intersection where Grizelda had been left, not knowing what to expect, and not knowing where the others went.
They stopped in the darkness of the corner and Bags held up his hand for silence. He wanted to know what he was up against.
"All right now, say it again." came a mans voice.
A younger man's voice "I'm sorry we caused you so much pain, I promise never to do it again. And if I do, my life is yours, from this day forth till the day it pours."
"Pretty bad rhymin' there, m'love." A woman's voice. "Don't you think you could do a bit better?" Suzy.
Bags stepped around the corner, followed by Harv. His eyebrows went up, and Harv started to snicker.
The image they were greeted with was one of Pockets, sleeping like a babe on his litter, smile on his round face. Grizelda, always watchful was close at hand, and was sitting on... it looked like a person. A young man to be exact, who was bleeding from a large lump on his forehead, and apparently unconscious.
A bit further down the way, Bruce, Suzy, and Bill had another man pinned up against the wall. Bruce had his pipe in one hand, pointing at the young man, and a short, but stout club in the other. Jorge and Carlie were standing off to one side. The King was wearing his robes, a bit worse for wear having a large rip down the left side. He was also wearing a smirk of indulgence. Cassie had one hand over her mouth and was doing her very best to stifle little yelps of laughter.
The young man pinned up against the wall was wearing a robe and hood, quite a bit like he had that night in the pub. His eyes were wide and he was not smiling at all. A thin trickle of blood ran down one of his cheeks.
"Now listen, lad," said Bruce, "this here is no game. You and yer chum came sneakin' out of the dark with the insidious plan to do bodily harm to us all."
He poked his pipe stem out at the trapped man, who shrieked a bit and turned his head. The pipe stem slipped against his cheek and left a line of red there, which shortly started to ooze.
"Now, me 'n my friends here are gonna let you go. Where you go, doesn't matter to me, as long as I ne'er see yer face again? Got it?"
"Yes sir!" said the trapped man. "You'll never see me again! I promise!"
Bags cleared his throat and Harv moved over to where Carlie stood.
All heads turned toward the noise and Grizelda jumped off the unconscious lad, ran over to Bags, and throwing her arms around his neck, whispered in his ear, "I wasn't worried. Not one bit." She gave him a kiss that he would remember, stepped back and gasped.
"And where did all this blood come from? It better not be yours, that's for sure. And do you have any idea what it will take to get it out?"
Bags looked down at his shirt. It was, indeed, covered with blood. He smiled at Grizelda and said, gently, "Corwin's. Maybe a little bit of mine, but not enough to count. Mostly his. Nice to see you too, Griz." He looked around and said "What happened here?"
Bruce stepped up and said, "Oh, they thought they'd be clever monkeys, they did. Came slippin' up the other direction, thinking they were gonna be guarding this side. One of them took a poke at yer missus.. and well.. you can see what that got him." He pointed to the man on the ground. "Nasty right hook she's got, sir. Somethin to be proud of, I'd say."
"You're telling me." agreed Bags. "And this one?" He pointed at the other man, still held against the wall by a combination of Bill's arm and Suzy's meanest stare. Bags had to admit that if she looked at him like that, he'd be up against the wall, too.
"Oh, he was behind the other one. Not very graceful, that one. He tripped when his chum went down. Pity that, because yer Griz just planted a heel in his back side and he just couldn't seem to get back up after that. Well... not till we came a'runnin'. He put up such a catterwallerin." Bruce looked back at the young man and shook his head. "His momma is probably turnin' over in her grave, such an embarrassment he is."
Bags nodded, once, then asked, "What was that trick with your pipe? How did you cut him like that?"
"Like this." Bruce ran his thumb from bowl to stem and the pipe grew a six inch blade. "I had it made special. When you go travelin' as much as we do, surprise is the best weapon you got."
"Ah." said Bags. "Carry on, then. I need to sit down." He crossed to where Pockets lay, and sat down next to him. Grizelda sat down and took one of his hands. "I was concerned, you know. Not worried." she said.
"I know, honey." Bags kissed her brow, when she lay her head on his shoulder.
"What about Chibi?" she said.
"Got away." Bags replied. "Got away while we were busy killing bad guys for you."
"That's too bad." Grizelda said. "Would have liked to have had more of a chat with her." She sighed. "Oh well, I'm sure she'll get what she deserves."
"Yeah," said Bags. "Without that Corwin around, she'll pretty much be between a rock and a hard place. I didn't find anyone that liked her."
Harv was speaking animatedly with his father, who stood listening, a proud smile on his face. "And then Bags pointed with two fingers and nodded. It was so great, Dad! I knew exactly what to do. They never knew what happened. We just hit them and they fell down. It was so cool!" He was so excited, he was almost dancing. "I found something out, too. Even though I know they killed mother, it wasn't revenge I was doing."
"Oh?" said the King.
"No.. no.. it was.. well.. it was for you, Dad. It was for the kingdom. It was something worth dying for, like Bags said." Harv nodded in Bags' direction, and Bags nodded back. "It did feel good, though. Bashing that bastard's head in." he admitted sheepishly.
Jorge walked over to Bags and said, "Bags, it's time we got this show on the road. By now, the Chancellor probably thinks we're dead. Let's go see what all this is about."
"Umm.. what about me?" said the man against the wall.
Bruce looked over at Bags. Bags looked up at Bruce and said "Don't look at me. He's your problem."
Bruce walked over to the teary eyed, bloody cheeked youngster and said, "Boyo, it's time you ran home. When you get there, you burn this robe, you clean your face, and you find yourself a respectable job. If I hears any differn't, I'll be teachin' you part two of this singin' lesson. You got that?" Bruce jabbed the pipe in the younger man's midriff, getting an appropriate 'oof' out of him. "I didn't hear you."
"Yes sir!" shouted the younger man. Bruce nodded at Bill, who let the man go. Suzy still held him with her baleful glare.
"You better run, boy. I've seen her set better men then you ablaze with that look." The younger looked from Suzy to Bruce, from Bruce to Suzy, back to Bruce, said "Thank you, sir!" and, lifting his skirt, ran off down the corridor.
Suzy dusted her hands together saying "Teach 'im to pick on us defenseless old folks, won't it now?"
Bruce nodded and said "Yes it will, m'love. I have a feeling we just scared the life INTO him."
Grizelda looked at Pockets and said, "He's not ready to be alone yet, Bags."
Bags kissed Grizelda and said "I know, honey. You watch him. We'll be back when it's all over." He stood up, walked over to stand next to Jorge and said, "Lead on, your Majesty."
Jorge turned to Harv and asked, "Coming, son?"
Harv looked over from where he and Carlie had been in conversation. She seemed all starry-eyed, unable to move from Harv's side. Harv said "Dad, if it's all right with you, I'll stay down here with Grizelda." He looked at Bruce and Suzy and asked, "Is it all right if Carlie stays down here with me? She says she just feels safer by my side."
Bruce hmphed, muttering something about losing the fiddle, but Suzy poked him in the side, hushing him. "Certes it's all right. She's been a bit tired lately, 'aven't you dear? I'm sure all this excitement has just worn you down to a nubbin'." She took Bruce's arm and pulled him in the direction the King was going. "Come'n, you old sour. Let the young ones know what we already know, aye?"
Bill just tagged along behind, but he looked back at where Harv and Carlie were, and catching Harv's eye, gave him a knowing wink.
Pockets in slumberland, moved restlessly and, with a cherubic grin, murmured "I just love the waltz, don't you?"
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Date: 2006-02-16 08:00 am (UTC)I just love the waltz don't you? ... yes Pockets I do!
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Date: 2006-02-17 11:30 am (UTC)Oohhhhhhhhh, i MUST go back to the start..... *shining eyes*
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Date: 2006-02-16 01:30 pm (UTC)Okay, here I was guffawing and scaring the dogs at 7:18 in the morning
I've seen her set better men then you ablaze with that look.
Words like that have been said round here before....recently! ::innocent look:: Now, how on earth can a 5'2 redhead cause a reaction like that? *snicker*
And that pipe! Now I know somebody who's gonna want one....
::shakes head:: Do you know how hard it is to find a fiddler? :scowl:
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Date: 2006-02-16 02:49 pm (UTC)*shakes her head* NEVER in my wildest dreams. You're WAY bigger'n that, Suzi-Q!
*dances a few steps of polka with her*
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Date: 2006-02-16 02:54 pm (UTC)Yep, I thought I was 5'4" but last weekend at the Exploratorium (which I found to be a rather disturbing name for a museum, but anyhoo) in Wichita, it had a spot where you could stand. This disembodied voice said, "Hold still, I'm measuring you!" and then most rudely announced, "You're 5'2" for all the world to hear! How rude!
*giggle* So I'm back to being the dreaded, "Five foot two, eyes of blue..." *shudder*
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Date: 2006-02-16 03:12 pm (UTC)*blink blink*
Someone's 'posta *lead*??
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Date: 2006-02-16 04:01 pm (UTC)There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone
There's so much to be shared
That it's time we're aware
It's a small world after all!
Or perhaps.....
This is the song that never ends
And it goes on and on, my friend.
Some people started singing it
Not knowing what it was!
And they'll continue singing it
Forever just because...
This is the song that never ends....
*giggle*
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Date: 2006-02-16 05:05 pm (UTC)You make it sound like a GOOD thing!
*grin*
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Date: 2006-02-17 04:39 am (UTC)I'm Sailing Away, Set An Open Course For The Virgin Sea..... Bwahahahahahaheeehehhehee
The Puck That ROARED!!!
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Date: 2006-02-16 03:37 pm (UTC)*sigh*
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Date: 2006-02-16 04:07 pm (UTC)Susi.... is that you??? What is this icon??
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Date: 2006-02-16 04:15 pm (UTC)*grin* I figure that's the closest I'm ever liable to get to being an Angel!
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Date: 2006-02-16 04:20 pm (UTC)You know, you have your very own *category* for angel-hood.... Not the cliche, no.... but very much an angel, none-the-less!
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Date: 2006-02-20 01:53 pm (UTC)And now that I'm gettin' the hang of this image thing, I may be inundating LJ with 'em! I still have all those 'KCRF Memories" to do for all those years since 1980!
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Date: 2006-02-16 06:57 pm (UTC)*grin*
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Date: 2006-02-16 04:06 pm (UTC)*looks at her morning mail*
*looks at the last line*
*blink*
*wonders*
*happy sigh*
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Date: 2006-02-17 01:32 pm (UTC)Last night at rehearsal, I told the group about 'our' part in this story. Julia asked, "Which one am I?" so I told her she pretty much had to be Carlie since she plays the fiddle.
She likes the idea of the pipe, too!