Body Bag

by **Inoadar** on July 7th, 2013, 2:38 am

Dirk started to twitch in debilitating spasms of pain as Inoadar walked past him. He stopped and held out his hand to Lotta, as though there was no reason for her to be laying there. She looked up in disbelief, and then at Dirk, and then again at Inoadar. His smile was genuine and infectious, and color began to return to her face along with understanding of what had just occurred.

"That's right, he is paying the price for his selfishness." Inoadar crowed smugly.

"But what if he HAD shared? Would you have stopped him?" Lotta asked, in no small fear of the answer. Inoadar assumed she thought that, because she didn't die that way, he would find another way immediately.

He looked at for just a dramatic few seconds, then shrugged. "Probably not. You WERE, after all, game to see me blackmailed. I'm curious though, do you know what he was trying to blackmail me about?" She looked terrified again, uncertain of what response would not get her killed, or if there was such an answer.

He stepped close and whispered in an uncompromising tone. "Listen, you can't get away from me, but if you answer me honestly, there is a good chance that I will have no need to silence you. Let's just suppose it was your idea to blackmail me. Why would you be doing it?"

She trembled, and he stroked her cheek and told her softly to calm down and answer. "B-be-because you killed Sharine?" She started to cry.

"Did HE tell you that?" his narrowed gaze made her cringe as she nodded. "Would it surprise you if I told you that HE killed her, but set me up to take the blame? And then decided to blackmail me for it as well."

She shook her head, then looked mildly surprised. "I wouldn't have thought he'd be clever enough to trap you like that, but no, it doesn't really surprise me. Not now. Not after...what he did."

"Oh, when you have family connections, it can give you an edge. Especially in whose word people will take." he said, testing the water.

Now she just looked confused. "Connections? Dirk? he doesn't have and 'connections' to anyone important. He's just another nobody." she hung her head slightly, "Just like me."

Inoadar didn't give two hoots about her little play for sympathy, he had his own phony story to continue. "Really? Well, what about her connections? He was saying she was some mistress to some nephew of the um...uh..." he rolled his hand and made as if he couldn't remember.

She was incredulous. "The Galatos family! That's crazy. If anything, they'd be the ones that hired him to DO it. They made it very clear once that they did not want him taking a mistress from The House." She suddenly clammed up, slapping a hand over her mouth, wide-eyed, as if she realized she was broaching an even more dangerous protocol than what she faced with Inoadar.

For his part, he was satisfied. She now believed that Dirk had been the killer and had paid for it. He would now "spare" her life and be the next thing to an avenging hero in her eyes. And he knew that there would be no ramifications from the Galatos Family. They might even be glad, except he didn't intend for them to find out about his involvement.

"Okay, Lotta. I don't see any reason why you should be any trouble for me. And I'm sorry about what he did to Sharine." he nodded his head at the dead body of Dirk. He began to say he'd just be on his way now, when she collapsed in tearful thanks against him, crying now with relief. He was genuinely happy not to have to kill her and gave her a few pats on the back and a hug.

It was time to get on with other matters.

by **Inoadar** on July 7th, 2013, 3:05 am

twelve days earlier

Inoadar returned to The Spot, somewhat distracted by his need to formulate a plan to punish Dirk for his affront. It was no big deal to simply kill him. He didn't think the man even knew he was a poisoner. But he needed to find out about this 'Sharine's alleged connection, and if it boded ill for his standing with the Galatos family. Not that he had any standing currently, but he certainly didn't want his first recognition to be negative.

He would, of course, begin immediate surveillance of the people involved and let that decide his course, but there were other details to decide on that would not hinge on those details. Which poison, where to apply it, whether to offer an antidote for other possibly important information.

Two ideas struck him. The first was that Dirk was too much of a cloth-eared moron to be gifted with information of any real value. And the second was that the very offer of an 'antidote' could be an intriguing delivery system in its own right.

He suddenly realized he'd taken his usual stool at the bar and the barkeep was watching him expectantly. He took the torn scrap of paper from his pocket and set it on the bar as if it was pocket lint, while he rummaged through the other odds and ends, looking for a few silver mizas. By the time he found them the scrap of paper was gone and his usual ale was sitting in front of him.

He turned and took his usual position with his back to the bar while he drank his ale. Alice came by with her usual wink and smile and sway to her hips. And Inoadar responded with his usual crude suggestion, bringing her usual twinkle-eyed scowl. The bartender's voice broke the interplay with a question about any lost items Inoadar may have left behind.

Inoadar acted as though there may very well have been one, but needed to see it before he could be sure. The man placed a small leather bag, with some weight to it, on the bar. "So THAT'S where I left this thing." Inoadar chuckled. "I knew I'd find it eventually." He slipped it into his cloak, thanked the man and left for his room at Tarsin's, giving Alice a slap on the rump and deftly ducking her return swing, much to the amusement of the other patrons.

by **Vanari** on October 18th, 2013, 5:09 pm

Name 1

Observation	+1 XP
Persuasion	+1 XP
Negotiation	+1 XP
Interrogation	+1 XP
Disguise	+1 XP
Subterfuge	+2 XP
Acting	+1 XP

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