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With Emcee
Jan. 21st, 2016 10:28 pmThe bathroom has a lot of graffiti on the walls and Moist ends to the corner stall, its bigger, "In here."
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Dec. 6th, 2015 07:52 pmAs Moist watched the teller count out his money, he heard the awful sound of a tightly wound crossbow, "This is a bank robbery, everyone stay calm and give us your valuables and won't be any problems."
He turned, putting his hands up with a nervous glance at the teller, a respectable looking human woman who seemed to be questioning her choice of profession. The robbers seemed to be from the mountains as the troll holding the crossbow had lichen on him, the brains seemed to be a dwarf as a human with the paranoid glances of someone from Uberwald paced with a sword and the bags.
Most of the patrons complied easily, Quirm wasn't used to a great deal of crime and their politeness wasn't serving them well. It was one reason, Moist liked Quirm, ladies and gentlemen don't go around telling people that they gave money to someone who's not around anymore.
A young couple who had been sitting at the manager's desk kept trading looks, both women were both dressed in their best but the posture of one of them betrayed time in some militia. He sent a few prayers up to whichever gods were listening, with this crowd, his prayers would join the rest and it couldn't hurt.
All he wanted was no heroics, those ended up written down places. The pacing human reached the couple and then a worrying crack as an umbrella met the sword. Everyone ducked as the crossbow swung over and then as the troll worked to catch up and the dwarf shouted and cursed before the other woman kicked him in the head and someone tripped the troll. The crossbow bolt embedded itself next to Moist, taking part of his sleeve with it and he sighed and pretended to faint as someone let out a powerful scream. He wasn't the only one to go over, but it would buy him some time when the guards showed up.
With his eyes closed, he leaned artistically against the counter as the robbers were trussed up in a businesslike way by the couple. By the time the guards arrived, it was almost all sorted out and he began to wake up when he turned white as an Igor swam into view offering him something to drink. He blustered and refused it as all the guards of Quirm seemed to be arriving.
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Hours later of questions and pitying looks, he was sipping at some awful tea as a polite constable wrote the little he had to say, "Truly, I didn't see anything just the bolt heading my way and I'm afraid I went down. Mother would be so disappointed in me. She wanted me to come to the city to be a man and now, this. My name won't come out, will it?"
"Oh no, Mister Price, your name won't be mentioned. I just need your name for my report," The constable smiled at him and Moist nodded in return.
"You've got everything that happened right there."
"Yes, we do and once you sign it, you can be on your way," A pen was handed to him and he signed his current alias before getting up, still seeming a little shaky.
One of the heroic women pounded on his arm as he went by, "Don't look glum, not everyone's made for battle."
"Thank you, thank you, I'm not and you were so brave," He leaned to fawn at her and that made her back up giving him a chance to move out of the way.
As he left, he heard himself being discussed as that poor man, did you see how white he went? He'd have to leave town or else he'd be getting sympathy callers for the next few days.
He turned, putting his hands up with a nervous glance at the teller, a respectable looking human woman who seemed to be questioning her choice of profession. The robbers seemed to be from the mountains as the troll holding the crossbow had lichen on him, the brains seemed to be a dwarf as a human with the paranoid glances of someone from Uberwald paced with a sword and the bags.
Most of the patrons complied easily, Quirm wasn't used to a great deal of crime and their politeness wasn't serving them well. It was one reason, Moist liked Quirm, ladies and gentlemen don't go around telling people that they gave money to someone who's not around anymore.
A young couple who had been sitting at the manager's desk kept trading looks, both women were both dressed in their best but the posture of one of them betrayed time in some militia. He sent a few prayers up to whichever gods were listening, with this crowd, his prayers would join the rest and it couldn't hurt.
All he wanted was no heroics, those ended up written down places. The pacing human reached the couple and then a worrying crack as an umbrella met the sword. Everyone ducked as the crossbow swung over and then as the troll worked to catch up and the dwarf shouted and cursed before the other woman kicked him in the head and someone tripped the troll. The crossbow bolt embedded itself next to Moist, taking part of his sleeve with it and he sighed and pretended to faint as someone let out a powerful scream. He wasn't the only one to go over, but it would buy him some time when the guards showed up.
With his eyes closed, he leaned artistically against the counter as the robbers were trussed up in a businesslike way by the couple. By the time the guards arrived, it was almost all sorted out and he began to wake up when he turned white as an Igor swam into view offering him something to drink. He blustered and refused it as all the guards of Quirm seemed to be arriving.
Hours later of questions and pitying looks, he was sipping at some awful tea as a polite constable wrote the little he had to say, "Truly, I didn't see anything just the bolt heading my way and I'm afraid I went down. Mother would be so disappointed in me. She wanted me to come to the city to be a man and now, this. My name won't come out, will it?"
"Oh no, Mister Price, your name won't be mentioned. I just need your name for my report," The constable smiled at him and Moist nodded in return.
"You've got everything that happened right there."
"Yes, we do and once you sign it, you can be on your way," A pen was handed to him and he signed his current alias before getting up, still seeming a little shaky.
One of the heroic women pounded on his arm as he went by, "Don't look glum, not everyone's made for battle."
"Thank you, thank you, I'm not and you were so brave," He leaned to fawn at her and that made her back up giving him a chance to move out of the way.
As he left, he heard himself being discussed as that poor man, did you see how white he went? He'd have to leave town or else he'd be getting sympathy callers for the next few days.
After the wake
Nov. 14th, 2013 04:09 pmMoist stayed at the wake for as long as seemed both polite and respectful.
Almost no one deigned to talk to him, apparently he wasn't acting mournful enough for them but there was only so far he would go for satisfying any of them.
As the bonfire was starting to burn down, he walked inside, stopping to refill his drink before heading inside to find someplace to sit. He'll have to launder his suit because now it smells of woodsmoke, another reminder of Urquhart and his way of making everything messy.
Almost no one deigned to talk to him, apparently he wasn't acting mournful enough for them but there was only so far he would go for satisfying any of them.
As the bonfire was starting to burn down, he walked inside, stopping to refill his drink before heading inside to find someplace to sit. He'll have to launder his suit because now it smells of woodsmoke, another reminder of Urquhart and his way of making everything messy.
On the Vieux River
Jul. 4th, 2013 08:39 pmMoist isn't certain how this went from Joshua to Joshua, Helena and Claudia, but he knows its all of them now.
Bar had provided them all with appropriate clothing and trunks for the voyage and Moist was adjusting his cufflinks as he arranged their rooms in a slight Uberwaldian accent, "Yes, yes, two adjoining staterooms. That will do."
Then he sent a calculated nervous glance to Helena that made the steward smile, this young man clearly had more money than sense and needed a minder. The steward nodded to the rest of the party, they looked to be profitable, he would treat them well.
Bar had provided them all with appropriate clothing and trunks for the voyage and Moist was adjusting his cufflinks as he arranged their rooms in a slight Uberwaldian accent, "Yes, yes, two adjoining staterooms. That will do."
Then he sent a calculated nervous glance to Helena that made the steward smile, this young man clearly had more money than sense and needed a minder. The steward nodded to the rest of the party, they looked to be profitable, he would treat them well.
Adventures with an Artifact
May. 11th, 2013 09:45 pmAfter leaving Joshua, Moist went back to his hotel room and contemplated the gold sculpture that Joshua had. It was already giving him a number of ideas, it had the look of coming from somewhere far away. One of his maps would work best, one that spoke of hidden treasures and secrets that not everyone would be privy too. There were a lot of country houses in this area, an inn out near the edges where he could set up shop with an adventure story would be perfect.
Once he decided, it all came together quickly, he seemed to have even more energy than usual. Finding the right inn was easy, no one too well known lived in the area and learned where to avoid. The statue provided the perfect note of interest as people would stop and ask about it and he would play the absent minded scholar, who’s traveled slightly and doesn’t know what he’s found. Everyone wished to help him as he was clearly a rather naive boy, who had ended up on odd times after investing too much in his travels. Now his family money was gone and all he had was this one statue and a map to where he’d found it. The story spun out from his hands easily and he saw the excitement spreading as a group of retired officers talked about putting money together for him and the local priest had him over for sherry to reminisce on his travels in foreign lands.
He was having some trouble sleeping and kept having more and more ideas of how to improve the plan as well as worrying that someone might spot what he was doing. When he met with the officers, he couldn’t sit still and paced around the room, which was in character but didn’t work. Milliways hadn’t shown up though that was for the best as he would have to return the statue to Joshua at some point. After all he didn’t need to sell it, it was just too perfect a prop to not take advantage of.
Once he decided, it all came together quickly, he seemed to have even more energy than usual. Finding the right inn was easy, no one too well known lived in the area and learned where to avoid. The statue provided the perfect note of interest as people would stop and ask about it and he would play the absent minded scholar, who’s traveled slightly and doesn’t know what he’s found. Everyone wished to help him as he was clearly a rather naive boy, who had ended up on odd times after investing too much in his travels. Now his family money was gone and all he had was this one statue and a map to where he’d found it. The story spun out from his hands easily and he saw the excitement spreading as a group of retired officers talked about putting money together for him and the local priest had him over for sherry to reminisce on his travels in foreign lands.
He was having some trouble sleeping and kept having more and more ideas of how to improve the plan as well as worrying that someone might spot what he was doing. When he met with the officers, he couldn’t sit still and paced around the room, which was in character but didn’t work. Milliways hadn’t shown up though that was for the best as he would have to return the statue to Joshua at some point. After all he didn’t need to sell it, it was just too perfect a prop to not take advantage of.
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May. 8th, 2013 07:13 pmMoist is reading a book that he found in the library, its about physics as he realized he should read up on it if he's going to spend time with Joshua.
At the moment, its mainly confusing him as the ideas don't seem to match up and he keeps sipping his drink and frowning.
Since he's on the road at the moment, he's not in character just in his shirtsleeves as he absentmindedly eats a pastry.
At the moment, its mainly confusing him as the ideas don't seem to match up and he keeps sipping his drink and frowning.
Since he's on the road at the moment, he's not in character just in his shirtsleeves as he absentmindedly eats a pastry.
Quirm with Joshua
May. 1st, 2013 11:46 amThe door opens in the waiting room of an elegant bank with marble and that beautiful gleam that lots of money brings.
Moist adjusts his suits and spectacles before turning to find a clerk, "I have some new information to bring to the table. My accountant, Mr. Donovan has turned up to answer any questions."
Moist adjusts his suits and spectacles before turning to find a clerk, "I have some new information to bring to the table. My accountant, Mr. Donovan has turned up to answer any questions."
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May. 18th, 2012 10:24 pmMoist tries to shut the door as quickly as he can and checks that yes, the hallway is still clear.
This isn't going as he planned but then nothing has for the past few weeks.
This isn't going as he planned but then nothing has for the past few weeks.
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May. 4th, 2012 03:02 pmMoist has had a very bad day and wants to sleep for a week but he can't.
Milliways is providing him a small respite but he has to get back out onto the road and away rather quickly. Most of the evidence is gone for this job, but there are other things that could be found and would cause no end of trouble.
His suit is rather more rumpled than he'd like and he keeps glancing over his shoulder as he sits down at the counter and orders a Klatchian coffee.
Milliways is providing him a small respite but he has to get back out onto the road and away rather quickly. Most of the evidence is gone for this job, but there are other things that could be found and would cause no end of trouble.
His suit is rather more rumpled than he'd like and he keeps glancing over his shoulder as he sits down at the counter and orders a Klatchian coffee.
Adventures on the Edge of Uberwald
Sep. 4th, 2011 05:57 pmIn the morning, Moist takes his time getting up as he considers what's ahead. He moves quietly as to not wake up Urquhart and starts the coffee as he puts his suit together.
His door will open into the washhouse and small cluster of outbuildings near Hans and Maria's house which provides plenty of ways for Urquhart to leave and come back from the front chasing after Elrich von Blamau for his debts.
There will be fear, intimidation, a confrontation with Urquhart where Franz is triumphant and Moist tries terribly hard to be brave and fails and then the grateful thanks of the couple as their poor boy won't be chased either.
His door will open into the washhouse and small cluster of outbuildings near Hans and Maria's house which provides plenty of ways for Urquhart to leave and come back from the front chasing after Elrich von Blamau for his debts.
There will be fear, intimidation, a confrontation with Urquhart where Franz is triumphant and Moist tries terribly hard to be brave and fails and then the grateful thanks of the couple as their poor boy won't be chased either.
Posner and Surprises
Jul. 31st, 2011 06:39 pmMoist takes care of the door and kisses David as they enter the room.
Its fairly neat today though the rug is rather muddy, Franz has been enjoying the rain, "Out of those clothes and I'll get a robe for you."
Its fairly neat today though the rug is rather muddy, Franz has been enjoying the rain, "Out of those clothes and I'll get a robe for you."
More Fun with Posner
Jul. 7th, 2011 10:23 pmMoist opens the door to his room and sets the wine down on the table near the fire and moves into the bathroom to start the water,
"Do you want it regular water or sulfur?"
"Do you want it regular water or sulfur?"
A Visit to the Discworld Countryside
Jun. 26th, 2011 05:19 pmThe innkeeper nods as he pushes the boys out with a smile and a greedy look at that silver and silk, "Just find me if you need anything gentlemen."
Moist shuts the door behind the innkeeper and laughs, its light and silly if anyone's listening as he says, "Oh darling, this is just what I wanted."
Moist shuts the door behind the innkeeper and laughs, its light and silly if anyone's listening as he says, "Oh darling, this is just what I wanted."
Teaching Posner
Jun. 23rd, 2011 12:32 pmMoist opens the door to his room and Franz starts towards the rug in front of the fire.
All the furniture is of dark wood and carved with various designs, the bed has a large canopy, he has a big wardrobe, a small table to eat at and a desk with a closed box on it.
He doesn't let go of David's hand but instead brings him inside and closes the door before smiling and kissing the side of his mouth again.
All the furniture is of dark wood and carved with various designs, the bed has a large canopy, he has a big wardrobe, a small table to eat at and a desk with a closed box on it.
He doesn't let go of David's hand but instead brings him inside and closes the door before smiling and kissing the side of his mouth again.
Back to the Disc with Urquhart
Apr. 9th, 2011 06:16 pmMoist is getting dress in his three-piece suit, he had to rumple it slightly after it was laundered to give it the right look.
His door does open to his room but he doesn't want to take any chances.
He's got his box open while he buttons up his shirt and is picking out things to bring with him.
His door does open to his room but he doesn't want to take any chances.
He's got his box open while he buttons up his shirt and is picking out things to bring with him.
A Rather Bad Day
Mar. 24th, 2011 08:27 pmMoist was truly getting to hate Sammies* and their persistent questioning. It wasn't his fault that the woman he was working on getting to invest in his pet project happened to die. She hadn't even been murdered just died, but since there was money involved the guards were there.
The questioning was getting tiring as he wasn't going to change his story and they didn't have anything on him. He was simply a nervous businessman looking for investors who kept playing with his pocket watch and wanting to be gone from there as his reputation would be ruined.
The guard was so obvious, Moist could almost read his mind, he knew that Moist was there for money but there was nothing suspicious about him other than his existing. Finally with a truly resigned sigh that promised the man would be drinking heavily later, he said, "This all fits, Mister Astaire. We'll find you if we have anymore questions."
"Good, good, such a shame, she was a fine woman. I just wish I could have known her longer," Moist said as he wiped his forehead with his silk handkerchief, an honest man caught in a bad situation and left.
Out of the station, he took care to stop in a tavern and order a good stiff drink, telling everyone the sad story as he fiddled with his pocket watch and handkerchief. No one would suspect him of anything, at his inn, he talked of the good men who were trying to protect that dear lady's money from vultures before retiring to his room for some proper rest.
*Guards who have been trained by Sam Vimes in Ankh-Morpork.
The questioning was getting tiring as he wasn't going to change his story and they didn't have anything on him. He was simply a nervous businessman looking for investors who kept playing with his pocket watch and wanting to be gone from there as his reputation would be ruined.
The guard was so obvious, Moist could almost read his mind, he knew that Moist was there for money but there was nothing suspicious about him other than his existing. Finally with a truly resigned sigh that promised the man would be drinking heavily later, he said, "This all fits, Mister Astaire. We'll find you if we have anymore questions."
"Good, good, such a shame, she was a fine woman. I just wish I could have known her longer," Moist said as he wiped his forehead with his silk handkerchief, an honest man caught in a bad situation and left.
Out of the station, he took care to stop in a tavern and order a good stiff drink, telling everyone the sad story as he fiddled with his pocket watch and handkerchief. No one would suspect him of anything, at his inn, he talked of the good men who were trying to protect that dear lady's money from vultures before retiring to his room for some proper rest.
*Guards who have been trained by Sam Vimes in Ankh-Morpork.
Four Hours with Clem
Mar. 22nd, 2011 12:38 amHe opens the door with a bow, his room has a rather Bavarian feel to it.
All of the furniture is of dark wood with interesting cut outs, the canopied bed huge and inviting.
A fireplace stands ready to be waken to life and there's a large wardrobe that's shut tight along with a door to a bathroom, "My room."
All of the furniture is of dark wood with interesting cut outs, the canopied bed huge and inviting.
A fireplace stands ready to be waken to life and there's a large wardrobe that's shut tight along with a door to a bathroom, "My room."
Dinner with Urquhart
Mar. 19th, 2011 09:45 pmHe opens the door and shoos Franz in as he stirs the fire to warm things up.
There's still a slight chill in the air even though Spring is on the way.
There's still a slight chill in the air even though Spring is on the way.
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Jan. 5th, 2011 08:43 pmHe numbly opens the door to his room, lets Urquhart in and locks it behind him.
Then pours them both large drinks from the bottle and sinks into a chair before saying, "I really do hate her."
Then pours them both large drinks from the bottle and sinks into a chair before saying, "I really do hate her."
A Spot of Hogswatch Trouble
Dec. 3rd, 2010 02:30 pmMoist has been enjoying Sto Kerrig, its a prosperous little city with its own ways and people who consider themselves good judges of character.
Since he's enjoying it so much, he's settled himself into a nicer than usual hotel suite and talking about enjoying Hogswatch.
The room is comfortable and when he finds the Bar in his bathroom, he grins and goes looking for Urquhart or Saffron.
Since he's enjoying it so much, he's settled himself into a nicer than usual hotel suite and talking about enjoying Hogswatch.
The room is comfortable and when he finds the Bar in his bathroom, he grins and goes looking for Urquhart or Saffron.
