On the deck of the Arena.
Lilith - "That old biddy and her pocket watch actually came through ?"
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The dead renaissance (and headless rich) woman's body cartwheels through the night air and into the pits. A white fluff of lime powder upon landing with a hard meat ! whump !
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Mambathu - "So it would seem. Apparently she used it as an excuse to conquer the still slaving nations."
Lilith - "Now I'm less surprised."
...
Lilith - Slams shut the scope. "Too bad we can't stay. Put up the emergency ballasts and pull in the engines. While crew's on that let's you and me dig around in the cargo bay. We need crates on these decks in a mess. We're merchants now. May actually ... trade a few things while we're pretending to trade things."
Mambathu - "There may be wares here rare in our own world."
Lilith - Smiles, "And treasure in our trash can below."
Mambathu - Smiles back, "Let's find out."
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Elizabeth looks over the pit and spots 'the witness' looking back. She smiles, "There you are." Pulls out a comm, "My love, bring me a casket." ... "Mm hm ! The mahogany gold."
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The riverboat rolls through the woods, a vulture picks a carcass watching its approach, taking flight at its near, it grabs an eye on the way. Calaveras watches from the deck near the open bay hatch and catches its flight with his tongue. Smiles and nods.
Inside ~
Mother - "I can't believe he still even lets you run this racket on his boat.
Naamah - "Well Amen to that." The train arrives in a gust of steam.
Lilith - "That old biddy and her pocket watch actually came through ?"
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The dead renaissance (and headless rich) woman's body cartwheels through the night air and into the pits. A white fluff of lime powder upon landing with a hard meat ! whump !
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Mambathu - "So it would seem. Apparently she used it as an excuse to conquer the still slaving nations."
Lilith - "Now I'm less surprised."
...
Lilith - Slams shut the scope. "Too bad we can't stay. Put up the emergency ballasts and pull in the engines. While crew's on that let's you and me dig around in the cargo bay. We need crates on these decks in a mess. We're merchants now. May actually ... trade a few things while we're pretending to trade things."
Mambathu - "There may be wares here rare in our own world."
Lilith - Smiles, "And treasure in our trash can below."
Mambathu - Smiles back, "Let's find out."
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Elizabeth looks over the pit and spots 'the witness' looking back. She smiles, "There you are." Pulls out a comm, "My love, bring me a casket." ... "Mm hm ! The mahogany gold."
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The riverboat rolls through the woods, a vulture picks a carcass watching its approach, taking flight at its near, it grabs an eye on the way. Calaveras watches from the deck near the open bay hatch and catches its flight with his tongue. Smiles and nods.
Inside ~
Mother - "I can't believe he still even lets you run this racket on his boat.
Clemmons - "My boat. Don't make me shoot first."
Jim - Shouted from the cabin, "My boat !"
Jim - Shouted from the cabin, "My boat !"
Mother - Smiles. "You boys are really cute, Sam. But I still gotta kill our little pony." Drinks.
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Man - "Why !?"
Maiden - "We're breaking the chain ! Now she has to mate again and it
isn't going to make her happy but will probably be the best thing for
her because she's really been a significant bitch lately but there still can't be two maidens."
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Naamah - "I'm sure if it's important enough, Eve will show up when she randomly feels like it either way ..."
One - Looking the book over, "Doesn't matter. Daddy's home. Let's go fuck."
...
(credits, shapes twisting in smoke and steam)
~ after credits ~
~ after credits ~
The
hum of three nocturnes playing simultaneously at different speeds to
match their tempo and a sound like a heavy old air conditioner. Four
matched dress shoes echo
down the long halls of the Gaslight asylum where Nocturne
was kept.
Old soles clomp until they reach and open her cell covered in web. One agent (older) dusts and checks the panel, the other (young) lights the gas lamp on the corner table.
Old soles clomp until they reach and open her cell covered in web. One agent (older) dusts and checks the panel, the other (young) lights the gas lamp on the corner table.
The tube slides open and she screams lurching forward against the chains to attack. He cracks
her hard across the face and she returns with a crackling hiss. Hits her
again. Again. Another hard time and pulls her head up by the hair and puts his gun to her forehead.
Agent - "Be good. Might just be the devil himself."
Hard breathing, she grins looking up cross-eyed at the barrel.
Nocturne - Looks to the agent, smiles. Calm. Afraid. Then straight faced. "Okay."