Post by johnmwhite on Nov 15, 2010 15:30:13 GMT -5
--John Michael White cackles. You can tell it's him because, despite the lights being low in his fortress of solitude (aka his office), that high pitched Edinburgh laugh rings clear as a bell... and the couple of candles he has blazing away on his desk gleam from his smooth head. Grufter stands in the ring having revealed that something mysterious might be revealed at some point in the near future, and now the lawyer's laugh rattles round the building, and his visage appears on the Raven-Vision.--
John Michael White: Heeeeere's... me. And since it's me, I have to tip my hat, not that I wear one, to our good friend Grufter. Thank you for finding my prey. Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy, Grufter?
--The lawyer flashes that devilish grin, then gestures to something out of frame. The camera pivots, focusing on bars of steel in the corner - a cage stands where once there was a potted plant named Charles. And this cage, tall enough for a human and too narrow for a well fed one... contains a human, surprisingly enough.--
Icy Cold: Let me out of here you bastard!
--The lawyer walks up to the cage, though he keeps just far enough away that the fingers poking through the bars cannot reach. Peering in, hands clasped behind his back, JMW observes his specimen.--
John Michael White: I told you there would be trouble, Icy. Not that I am one to go on with exposition in front of characters who really should know what happened because they were there, but for the benefit of our audience, I feel I should point out that thanks to my contacts in the Republican Party, it was not long before a hunting expedition was dispatched to your location... and you were shot with a tranquilizer dart from a helicopter. Once you were returned here, you were deposited in this handy cage that I happened to have lying around for absolutely no reason and not because of what I do at weekends shut up let's move on... Ahem.
--Icy stares, then blink.--
John Michael White: So now you are at my mercy, and you will pay the price for having disobeyed my--
--Suddenly a black glove, so black it appears to be the absence of existence which happens to be hand shaped, covers the lawyer's mouth. JMW squeaks from behind it, but a figure looms over his shoulder, gripping the lawyer tight. The figure, wreathed in darkness, head covered in a cowl, murmurs hoarsely in John's ear.--
Mysterious Figure: Release her.
--The lawyer shakes his head. The figure's arm squeezes his throat. The lawyer, as best he can, now nods. Reaching into his pocket, he takes out a set of keys, and unlocks the cage. Icy leaps out, stretching in her freedom, and with a flap of a curtain the figure is gone from the room. Blinking in confusion, the duo stare at each other.--
John Michael White: Who was that?
Icy: Don't look at me. I have no idea.
John Michael White: I suppose trying to put you back in the cage won't be a good idea...
Icy: Don't you dare.
--The lawyer sighs, and flops down at his desk again.--
John Michael White: All right. Tell you what, I will simply reduce your punishment to figuring out the card for this week.
Icy: That sounds like something I can do.
--The lawyer swings his chair around, turning back to some paperwork. What paperwork the REW might have these days is unclear, but he seems a busy man.--
John Michael White: You know what's really mysterious?
Icy: What?
John Michael White: This room doesn't have windows and whoever that was still vanished with a breeze and the sound of a curtain flapping.
Icy: Oh... very mysterious.
