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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 4, 2015 12:57:25 GMT -5
"Disgusting," Arthur observed, draining his mug of wine and pushing off any breadcrumbs he'd just gotten on himself. Then again, he'd done way worse. "When do I start?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 4, 2015 12:58:56 GMT -5
Ser Kyle Hill had been silent up until this moment, but now raised an eyebrow, looking at Leighton, "Scrubbing out latrines?" his tone was incredulous.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 4, 2015 13:01:47 GMT -5
"We are spies, not damned noble heroes." The man shrugs. "We will find the information we need no matter what. I'll spoil the surprise. This won't bring glory or anything but information we need to win the war. No princess is spreading her legs for you at the end like some shitty song. So, gods damn it, if you have to scrub a latrine, scrub like a fucking champion of shit cleaners."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 4, 2015 13:03:37 GMT -5
Ser Kyle almost seemed to be inspired by the speech, the glint of a tear coming into his eye, "I will scrub shit... like I have never scrubbed it before..." He hadn't which made it true no matter how good or bad he was at it.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 4, 2015 13:06:49 GMT -5
Arthur scratched his stubble, hoping that the princess part of Leighton's tale might have been, like, false. He furrowed his brow for a moment and looked around them, as Leighton had indeed just proclaimed them spies in the great hall. He gave a low chuckle at Ser Kyle's comment. "You and I both, Franklyn," he said.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 4, 2015 13:10:18 GMT -5
The pair are dressed in more appropriate janitor clothes with only daggers for weapons and given mops and rags for wiping. "You start in an hour. Go through the main entrance and don't let damned anyone see those knives."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 4, 2015 13:38:21 GMT -5
Exactly fifty minutes later, Arthur dragged himself through the main entrance, mops, rags, hidden knives and everything. "Here for them latrines, ser," he told a nearby guard while waiting for Ser Kyle. He tried not to look too amused at the thought of Ser Kyle having to clean them as the job ahead was rather shitty, and any overexcitement would sure have looked fishy. "'s my first time here."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 4, 2015 13:48:05 GMT -5
Ser Kyle followed suit, coming up behind Arthur and keeping his head down, he hoped the rags hid the fact they had clearly never wanted for much in life, especially compared who would usually have been cleaning out latrines.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 4, 2015 13:49:32 GMT -5
"First hallway, fourth door. You have an hour," the guard says. The new wing is supremely well fortified. Echoed screams are heard for some reason.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 4, 2015 13:55:14 GMT -5
Arthur nodded to the guard and started walking to where they'd been directed, keeping his eyes and ears open for guard positions and any suspicious doorways or hallways worth investigating.
(60 Espionage/30 Observation)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 4, 2015 13:56:54 GMT -5
Arthur sees that at the end of a hall is a well guarded door. Definitely the target, he can't help but think. +1 Observation, Espionage. Latrines also smell. Terrible.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 4, 2015 13:58:13 GMT -5
Kyle followed suit, looking to see if there could be any other way into the room on his way other than the door.
Observation 50
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 4, 2015 13:58:54 GMT -5
Kyle realizes the latrines all share a common pipe. But oh shit that would be terrible.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 4, 2015 14:01:26 GMT -5
Inside the room, Kyle looks at Arthur and then down at the latrines... "We have an hour..." he said, an hour before the guards would come back and try and look to remove them. He opened the lid of one of the latrines and balked, "We could..." he pointed downwards,
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 4, 2015 14:11:01 GMT -5
Arthur, although not entirely daft, took a moment to figure out exactly what Kyle was suggesting. He grimaced. "That is fucking crass, man," he finally said, looking down. The smell made his eyes water even from this distance. "I guess we could.." he picked up a rag and looked to Kyle, as if hoping he'd talk him out of it.
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