by Basil Benson » Wed Aug 31, 2016 3:32 am
He didn't snap like the other, or let his emotions get the better of him. Instead, a rather Snape-ish look of disgust painted itself across his features, the kind that withered magical school children to about ten inches tall.
"Oh I'm sorry. Yes, please, let's have a long discussion about all of this while he is undoubtedly on his way here to murder me. That would be delightful." He stated, leaning his back against the book case. His left hand continued to play against itself while he recalled all that had happened since the beginning of this fiasco, his face relaxing again into a stoic expression.
"The Madame asked me to lunch with her because she was concerned about my well-being and while I don't much fancy eating in general, I hadn't gotten in my elevensies yet like I like to, so I agreed to go with her since she seemed to want it so very badly. As I remember it, we were having a discussion about Madame's physical properties being such that she can withstand great temperatures, when this... buffoon shows up out of nowhere and starts squawking at me about who I am and how I am not supposed to be there when I was present first. Then he assaults me physically to try to get me to leave. I tried to fend him off but he over-powered me and locked me up in what I can only describe as the most horrid closet imaginable. He left me in there by myself for days before finally realizing that even with his overwhelming libido and tiny squirrel brain combined he incapable of handling the responsibility of steering the ship as it were. So he lets me out under the condition I play by his rules. "
Bailey's expression of aloof detachment cracked into a self-amused smirk not unlike Boheme's, though with a far more sinister edge to it.
"It was pathetic really, how easy it was to gain his trust. And while I worked at that, I plotted for just the right moment and scenario in which to gain the upper hand and escape.
And then inspiration hit. He seemed to know somehow that I had invited the Madame to attend a social event and was very eager for us to follow through on that. I realized then that was my window to incapacitate him.
There have been four instances in which the gates to the city have temporarily shut themselves, three of which involved a significant amount of danger to my personage so I wasn't looking to relive one of those again. The point was to get rid of him, not both of us." He stated, making a snuffling sound at the end of his statement.
" The fourth however involved a lot of alcohol consumption and a very attractive woman. All I needed to do was to place this moron in just such a scenario and let him tie his own noose. At some point I left him alone to operate on his own accord, and wait for the gates to lock, the intention being to come back to him later and end him so things could go back to normal. I didn't except us both to be incapacitated.
When I came to in the same position I'd set myself sentry to the gate, I ran for it. I didn't know where he was but I suspected if I passed out when he did, he was probably awake again as well. And he was not going to be pleased with my actions. I came here to see if I could find another, quicker way of getting him out of the way. And then you showed up and turned me into a primary school craft project.
Sum things up enough for you? I'm not as good at art as you are, so please don't ask me to illustrate further."
He sighed, and furrowed his brow. "Just take me back and let him end me, I can't take four of you and I'm not going to waste energy trying."