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Sepharbird murmurs to Hitherbird, "Hey, he lives here, you think? I wonder why he isn't going
home."
Aron steps out of the restaurant, somber and quiet. He says nothing as he makes his way to the
car. Only after entering does he finally ask, "Any signs of activity from the esteemed Dr.
Matthews?"
Sepharlaptop says, "No. It's been very still here, no cars coming in and no one leaving this store.
I wonder if he lives here."
Aron says "We shall find out."
Aron drives.
Sepharlaptop flashes an LED in agreement.
With Sephar's directions, it doesn't take Aron long to reach the neighbourhood in question.
Aron stops the car and turns off the lights. "Do you suppose there is a mouse nearby? The laptop
might be bulky to carry."
Sephar says "We're up in the trees, Hitherby and I, I can fly to your shoulder instead."
Aron says "Perfect."
Sepharbird murmurs to Hitherbird, "Aron's here, and I'm thinking of going with him...Do you with
go to with, too? If so, then we can both just go, but otherwise, I should probably find another
bird..."
Hitherbird sings, "I can wait here, and come down and alert you if anything happens."
Hitherbird sings, "Or I can come with you! Either way sounds good."
Sepharbird sings, "Come with."
Sephar bird then dives its way down to Aron's shoulder.
Sephar is going to keep the laptop, though, as well, just in case.
Aron leaves the laptop on the seat, steps out, bee-boops the doors shut and heads towards the
vicinity of the shop. His sword, as ever, is inconspicuous under his coat. He keeps an eye out for
birds.
Sepharlaptop will listen for incoming people.
Hitherbird dives down to land on the other shoulder.
Aron murmurs, "I'll need help with the locks."
Sepharbird bobs a nod.
Aron darts a quick look both ways and then approaches the shop. He makes for an entrance that
is not the front door, if possible.
Sephar settles on Aron's shoulder quietly, neck craning a bit as they approach a door.
There is the front door to the business. There's the window. There's nothing obvious in the way
of side doors. To go round the back would mean circling the block.
Aron considers the window, glances at Sephar. "Will this do?"
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Sepharbird peers at the window and bobs a nod, "Yes."
Sephar then, to be sure, possesses the window instead of just remote controlling it to see if there
are any electronic sensors attached to it for an alarm system.
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There is a burglar alarm system attached that Sephar can see, which looks as if it could be
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Sepharwindow uses remote control to deactivate the alarm system, then unlocks itself and slides
itself up a good half an inch.
Sepharbird murmurs, "There is an alarm system, but I've deactivated it."
Beyond the window, Sepharwindow can see nothing but the drawn blinds.
Aron nods. "Excellent." He levers himself up to the sill and cracks open the blinds - enough to
take a peek in.
Beyond is a room whose walls are covered in bookcases. Five antique clocks tick in perfect
unison. The lights are off, except for a single small lamp on the desk at the centre, and the room
is dim. Nobody is there.
Sepharbird peers in, interestedly as well.
Hitherbird looks disgusted. How human.
Aron pushes through and drops to the floor as softly as he knows how. He takes another look
around before stalking towards an exit.
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There are two obvious exits from the room. One is a door on the side of the front door outside,
which would face the entrance corridor Sephar remembers. The other door goes further into the
building.
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The floor creaks. But really not that much. Only a small creak.
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Aron nods the all clear to his avian partners in crime, then listens at the door that leads deeper into
the house.
There is silence from beyond the door. Deep silence.
Aron tests the doorknob.
Sepharbird watches quietly.
The doorknob appears unlocked.
Aron opens the door and prowls on through into the space beyond. His sword is loose in its
scabbard, ready.
The space beyond is a short corridor, leading to a flight of stairs. At the head of the flight of stairs
stands an elderly man, with half-glasses and thick grey hair, in a grey suit. He holds a portable
phone in one hand.
Aron murmurs, pitched to Sephar, "Phone."
Sephar possesses the phone.
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The man says, "Desist from this confrontation at *once* or I shall call the police, young man."
His tone is arid.
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Aron says "This dialogue is only so much a confrontation, Dr. Matthews, as your nature
requires."
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Sepharbird murmurs, "I have it."
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Sepharphone figures out who it's connected to.
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Sepharphone also mutes the good Doctor's side of the phone.
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The man says, dryly, "I fail to understand. I assume that you are some manner of drug-taking
thief, with the peculiar affectation of wearing pigeons. Kindly do me the favour of leaving."
Aron says, coolly, "I am no such manner of vagrant."
The man says, "Then why precisely have you broken in through my front window? And why are
you wearing an extremely large blade? And why have you got two pigeons on your
shoulders?"
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Sepharphone doesn't quite know how long it's going to be able to be there, so shorts power to
ground around the main processor in the phone.
Aron says "Dr. Matthews, I believe we need to have a talk. It's about a book."
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Aron advances steadily as he speaks.
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Dr Matthews retreats backwards onto the landing. "I see no need to engage in dialogues with
people who break into my establishment."
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Aron says "Your perceptions notwithstanding, I believe this dialogue is imperative."
Aron's stride lengthens. "You see, I believe you have done a bad thing."
Dr Matthews squints, behind the half-glasses, as he steps back on the landing. "And what is
that?"
The landing is dark and shadowy, with several unlit rooms opening off it.
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Sephar remote controls the lights to go on in the landing.
Aron says "You have placed a dark mark in the minds of innocents."
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Sepharbird murmurs, "I can't get the lights." softly in Aron's ear.
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Aron draws his sword.
Dr Matthews' voice has a note of contempt to it. "You are simply going to cut down an unarmed
man?"
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Aron says "Absolutely not."
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Hitherby chirrs softly.
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Aron's expression losses a touch of its hardness. "As of that singing, however, you are not quite
unarmed, are you."
Sephar sings Cel Song of Charm in return.
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Dr Matthews spreads his hands, useless phone and all, taking another step back. "I have done
nothing, I assure you."
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Dr Matthew's face twists as the Song hits him.
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As Aron steps out onto the landing, a young woman takes a pace from one of the darkened
doorways. She's dark-haired, pretty - and *very* recognisable to Sephar as that damn Impudite
of Fate.
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Sephar murmurs, "It's that Impudite of Fate." to Aron.
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Sepharmouse in Sarah's pocket says, "Uhm. I have to go, please take care of my Host? He'll stay
in your pocket just fine."
Sepharmouse with Phineas says, "I have to go Aron's in trouble, we're at Dr. Matthew's place...
help if you can."
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Sephar pulls out of everything and everyone and concentrates *here*.
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Aron pauses, and turns to face the Impudite. "Lady," he murmurs, low and surprised. He
bows.
The young woman blushes, charmingly. She extends her hand to be kissed.
Hitherby digs in one foot and shifts the other to avoid getting flopped off onto the floor when
Aron bows. Shoulders, feh.
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Aron takes the hand and brushes lips against it. "You are in the wrong place, Lady."
Aron says "It does not suit you."
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Hitherby . o O ( Blandine hangs out with Dr. Matthews? )
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The young woman's eyes grow big and misty. "You must have the wrong place. This is just an
antique bookshop."
Aron shakes his head. "No, fair one. It is entirely more dire than that."
Sephar bird then sings Cel Song of Charm on the woman.
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Aron then interposes himself between Matthews and the woman. "Retreat with me, fair maid, and
I will guard you from this one."
Sephar then tries to possess Matthews.
The woman blinks, pressing herself against Aron from behind. "Retreat? But what is this place?
Isn't it just a folklore text archive?"
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Sephar gives up the bird and uses all nine forces.
Hitherby rotates herself a little on Aron's shoulder so she can see the woman. If this gives her
away, so be it.
The bird squawks and flutters off Aron's shoulder.
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The woman just looks like a woman, to Hitherby's keen and penetrating gaze.
Aron says, to the Impudite, "That man on landing is a fiend, and a corrupter. Away to safety; I
will defend you."
Sephar then does its best to get the bird back.
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The woman takes a step backwards, away from Aron. "But who are you? What are you doing
here?"
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Aron backs towards the woman. "A humble enough part of the great plan, dear lady, and I am
here to save you."
Aron says "Now, let me just take care of this villain, and we can be off."
Hitherby . o O ( Ah. She's a Habbalite. )
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The young woman gasps, "Can't we all just talk? I'm sure you're really a reasonable person, and
you look so honourable..."
Aron straightens, somewhat. "Certainly, we can talk."
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Sephar leaves the pigeon and this time tries to possess *her*.
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Hitherby bobs her head pigeonishly.
The girl looks up at Aron big-eyed. "But can't you get rid of those pigeons, or at least make them
sit somewhere else? I'm sure they'll damage the books."
Sephar goes for the bird again.
Aron frowns, thoughtfully. "I assure you, fair lady, that the books are safe; and what books might
be damaged here might well have earned their demise."
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Hitherby engages in the ancient art of patience.
Sephar is too young for that, admittedly.
Hitherby engages in the relatively modern art of not manifesting a unicorn unexpectedly around
a Puritan.
Aron then calls to Dr. Matthews, "The lady has won your safety, for the duration of a
conversation. Come and join us."
Dr Matthews coughs dryly. "Perhaps I may make a suggestion. There are chairs in the room
through there. I will even bring up bowls of birdseed for your pets, as you appear to have them
for such."
Dr Matthews points to one of the doorways. The girl trips across towards it.
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Sepharpigeon sulks.
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Aron moves, instinctively, in the same direction as the girl. Then, he says, "Truly, they will not
hurt anything. I vouch for these, my, ah, pets. 'Pon my honour."
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The girl sweetly nods, and flicks on a light switch inside the room. It's a small sitting-room, with
several dusty-looking armchairs and a small cane table in the middle.
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Dr Matthews coughs. "I take it that porridge oats will suit the birds?"
Aron nods. "I imagine so."
Dr Matthews nods. He heads into one of the other rooms. Meanwhile, the girl leads the way into
the sitting-room, and smiles enchantingly as she curls up in one of the armchairs.
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Aron settles down in the seat beside her, eyes following her every movement. "Your name, dear
lady; I would have it to treasure."
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The girl looks into his eyes. "Virginia."
Aron's lips twitch into a smile. "A splendid name if ever there was one. How did you find yourself
in this place?"
There are sounds of someone going through cupboards in the room that Dr Matthews went
into.
Sepharbird flutters over to the window, uses remote control to open it a crack, if not widely, or
at least tries it to see if it can.
The girl says, "I'm an amateur folklore student. I'm doing some research on folksong roots. My
cousin recommended Dr Matthews as having some *really* old texts."
Aron nods. "Many with an innocent curiosity have been drawn here." He sounds sad.
The lock on the window clicks open, the bolt withdraws with a scratch, and the window opens
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The girl glances round briefly at the noise, then back at Aron.
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Aron frowns, suddenly. In a voice heavy with sorrow, he says, "Oh, Virginia."
Virginia blinks, reaching out to touch his wrist with delicate fingers. "What is it?"
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