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good boy now?” Sil asks him.
“Yugoth is mistress ,” he moans, his head rolling back with a smile on his face.
“Well done ,” says Clyde to Sil and then turns to me. “If I had known your succubus was granting favors I might have had to sit there, though I would never presume to throw your friend from his chair. Now... can we discuss business?”
“Ok” I say then tak ing a bite of meatloaf, trying to look un-phased.
“So, what’s the diplomacy?”
“The Grace wishes you to pass on the message to your superiors that we have had nothing to do with the recent events. We prefer our cold war to remain cold.”
That , I didn’t expect to hear. Clyde’s smile tells me he understands.
Then, startling all at the table, Clyde included, Yugo bolts up and tries to pry Sil’s hand out of his unzipped pants. “Release me!” he bellows and all eyes in the diner are on him again.
“Just sit down and take your medicine” is Sil’s quiet reply without even looking at him.
He was going to say something else, but just stop s and wheezes. His eyes cross and he doubles over reaching for his groin. For a moment it looks like he lifts up from the floor. Then Sil removes her hand from his trousers and he collapses to the ground.
That outburst of course brings Trish over quickly and she stands there gaping at the large wheezing man curled up in a ball on the floor holding on to his parts. Sil looks over at her and says, “I took care of it.”
Trish offer s to get us our checks. Translation: get out of here.
Clyde hands me his card and says “Give this to Mr. Tinkerman when you arrive there. He may call me anytime . We are as concerned for the recent events as the Protectorate is. That being said, I’d like to thank you for your time and especially, the show.”
With that he throws a wink to Sil.
Being curious though and with him seeming more reasonable than Yugo, I ask him what he does for the Grace. I get a nebulous answer to the effect of “things mages do.”
A caster – I knew it. So that leaves me with a burning question. “Clyde, how come you don’t have one of those hooky-doo last names every mage type seems to have?”
He smiles and leans in to me, “Because I think that whole tradition of once you have mastered your power you become a new person, is horseshit.” He punctuates that statement with a wry smile.
The frankness of that statement made me chuckle. And like him a little more…
“I was born Clyde Smith” he continues “I will die Clyde Smith. And anyone who tries to harm Clyde Smith will rue the day they met Clyde Smith.”
“Well said ,” is Arix’s input. I guess that’s how evil mages think.
Clyde and I chit chat a little more. He actually seems a very pleasant person for someone who’s tied up with an organization looking to dominate the world from the shadows.
Clyde stands up and offers his chair to Pffif, who glowers at him. He holds up his hands and says “wasn’t me” which Pffif acknowledges. Clyde attempts to help Yugo up , but he is a little more than Clyde can wrestle. I ask Vets to give him a hand, which he thanks me for. Sil offers to protect Vets food while she’s gone.
She is really sucking up to the big girl.
Trish b rings us our check and I try to apologize. We readdress our meals in earnest. But there’s another question I must know the answer to. “Hey Sil, what kind of neuromancy was that you put on him there at the end? It looked painful. I didn’t know you could do that.”
It makes sense to me though, if you can make someone feel good, can’t you make them feel bad too?
She beams a hi-watt smile at me. “That was the crushing his testicles with my hand kind of neuromancy, dear.”
Chapter 15
The vampire council was pensive. Nervous would be a better word. They were taking a visitor this evening. A powerful one.
Maldgorath the collector had requested an audience with
“Yugoth is mistress ,” he moans, his head rolling back with a smile on his face.
“Well done ,” says Clyde to Sil and then turns to me. “If I had known your succubus was granting favors I might have had to sit there, though I would never presume to throw your friend from his chair. Now... can we discuss business?”
“Ok” I say then tak ing a bite of meatloaf, trying to look un-phased.
“So, what’s the diplomacy?”
“The Grace wishes you to pass on the message to your superiors that we have had nothing to do with the recent events. We prefer our cold war to remain cold.”
That , I didn’t expect to hear. Clyde’s smile tells me he understands.
Then, startling all at the table, Clyde included, Yugo bolts up and tries to pry Sil’s hand out of his unzipped pants. “Release me!” he bellows and all eyes in the diner are on him again.
“Just sit down and take your medicine” is Sil’s quiet reply without even looking at him.
He was going to say something else, but just stop s and wheezes. His eyes cross and he doubles over reaching for his groin. For a moment it looks like he lifts up from the floor. Then Sil removes her hand from his trousers and he collapses to the ground.
That outburst of course brings Trish over quickly and she stands there gaping at the large wheezing man curled up in a ball on the floor holding on to his parts. Sil looks over at her and says, “I took care of it.”
Trish offer s to get us our checks. Translation: get out of here.
Clyde hands me his card and says “Give this to Mr. Tinkerman when you arrive there. He may call me anytime . We are as concerned for the recent events as the Protectorate is. That being said, I’d like to thank you for your time and especially, the show.”
With that he throws a wink to Sil.
Being curious though and with him seeming more reasonable than Yugo, I ask him what he does for the Grace. I get a nebulous answer to the effect of “things mages do.”
A caster – I knew it. So that leaves me with a burning question. “Clyde, how come you don’t have one of those hooky-doo last names every mage type seems to have?”
He smiles and leans in to me, “Because I think that whole tradition of once you have mastered your power you become a new person, is horseshit.” He punctuates that statement with a wry smile.
The frankness of that statement made me chuckle. And like him a little more…
“I was born Clyde Smith” he continues “I will die Clyde Smith. And anyone who tries to harm Clyde Smith will rue the day they met Clyde Smith.”
“Well said ,” is Arix’s input. I guess that’s how evil mages think.
Clyde and I chit chat a little more. He actually seems a very pleasant person for someone who’s tied up with an organization looking to dominate the world from the shadows.
Clyde stands up and offers his chair to Pffif, who glowers at him. He holds up his hands and says “wasn’t me” which Pffif acknowledges. Clyde attempts to help Yugo up , but he is a little more than Clyde can wrestle. I ask Vets to give him a hand, which he thanks me for. Sil offers to protect Vets food while she’s gone.
She is really sucking up to the big girl.
Trish b rings us our check and I try to apologize. We readdress our meals in earnest. But there’s another question I must know the answer to. “Hey Sil, what kind of neuromancy was that you put on him there at the end? It looked painful. I didn’t know you could do that.”
It makes sense to me though, if you can make someone feel good, can’t you make them feel bad too?
She beams a hi-watt smile at me. “That was the crushing his testicles with my hand kind of neuromancy, dear.”
Chapter 15
The vampire council was pensive. Nervous would be a better word. They were taking a visitor this evening. A powerful one.
Maldgorath the collector had requested an audience with
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