Sir Didymus (sir_didymus) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-08-19 14:46:00 |
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WHO: Sir Didymus, an NPC maid, and OPEN (or narrative)
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WHERE: The Main Lodge
WHAT: Apprehending a 'brigand'!
RATING: Probably low
STATUS: Incomplete
His patrols had turned up very little so far. While Didymus was generally inclined to take that as a good thing, he still kept his eye and nose keen for any trouble on the horizon. And he found it, in the form of a lady entering a guest room unbidden. She pushed along a cart, no doubt to load up her booty and make her escape. But unfortunately for her, she had not counted on Sir Didymus being on her heels.
"Hold!" he cried, springing into the room behind her.
The lady turned, wide-eyed at being caught red-handed in her thievery. "What the--?" she began, staring at him in disbelief.
"Unhand that cart!" Didymus ordered, striding toward her, but when she gripped the cart's handles even more tightly, he rapped his lance across the back of her hand.
"Ow! Hey, that hurt, you little--" she answered, backing away from the cart, finally, as she rubbing her injured hand.
Didymus leaped onto the cart and began rummaging through the rolls of paper, packaged bars of soap, and clean towels to see what plunder she had already amassed. But underneath the rolls of paper, packaged bars of soap, and clean towels were only more of the same. He turned narrowed eyes on her. So, she was more cunning than she appeared, to have hidden what she had stolen so quickly.
Nevertheless, she had been caught red-handed entering the room without leave, and so he leaped off the cart once more, lance pointed at her chest, as he backed her toward the closet, as Lord Petersen had demanded. "Into the closet!" he said, giving a lunge, with his lance still pointed at her, which caused her to jump backward.
"What?" she asked, aghast.
"Into the closet, I say!" Didymus reiterated, with another poke of his lance.
"Why?" she asked then, her eyes going wide once more.
"You have committed a crime, and must suffer the consequences!"
Shaking her head, she asked, "What crime?"
"You have entered this room with the intent to steal, brigand, and you have been caught! Do not try to deny it!"
She was just about to protest again when Didymus gave her a poke with his lance, and she answered, "All right, all right!" opening the closet and stepping inside -- most likely just to get away from him, but Didymus counted it as a victory, nonetheless.