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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 15, 2006 19:31:32 GMT -5
"No!" *Oh no! The detective has been exposed to the mycelium! He can't help us now,* Sunny whispered, almost inaudibly, to Claire.
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jan 15, 2006 19:32:43 GMT -5
Lindow thrashed out of Hildagaarde's clutches and slid across the floor. She tried to take of Olaf's shoes.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 15, 2006 19:36:53 GMT -5
The chaos gave Claire just the distraction she needed. She sneaked away with Sunny in her arms, trying desperately to find the kitchen. She hoped there would be some extra wasabi in a cupboard somewhere. If she hurried, she knew that the detective could be saved.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 15, 2006 19:40:44 GMT -5
Sunny climbed out of Claire's arms and rushed into the kitchen. Finding two bottles of wasabi, she tossed one to Claire, then grabbed napkins to cover their faces.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 15, 2006 19:44:15 GMT -5
Claire grabbed Sunny and sprinted to where the Detective was dying. "Here, eat this!" Claire shouted, holding the napkin around her face in one hand and the wasabi in her other.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 15, 2006 19:47:32 GMT -5
Wrapping the napkin around her face as well, Sunny started pushing the detective to his feet so he could run away. "Wasabi." *We should probably have some wasabi too, Claire.*
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jan 15, 2006 19:52:04 GMT -5
The detective coughed and ate a bit of wasabi. Shuddering at the taste, he looked up at them. "My real name is Frank. I thought you should know. Don't tell anyone."
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 15, 2006 19:56:23 GMT -5
Sunny smiled, then said, "Move," *We need to get moving,* and took a gulp of wasabi, grimacing.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 15, 2006 19:57:26 GMT -5
"Frank?" Claire repeated. She wondered why he looked so familiar. She had seen his brother, Dewey before. She nodded at Sunny and put the wasabi in her mouth. It burned going down her throat, and she instantly wished she had some water to relieve her throat. She watched as Sunny did the same.
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jan 15, 2006 19:57:44 GMT -5
Frank ran into the building. Meanwhile, Lindow was struggling with Olaf's shoes.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 15, 2006 19:58:41 GMT -5
"Lindow." *We need to help Lindow.* Sunny took off running.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 15, 2006 20:01:39 GMT -5
Claire picked up Sunny, since she could not run as fast given that she was a baby, and sprinted to Lindow. She put down Sunny, untied Olaf's shoe, and took it off.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 15, 2006 20:13:53 GMT -5
"Tattoo," *That's the tattoo, Detective. These people are trying to help him,* Sunny explained, calling him Detective even though she knew his real name. She embraced her siblings and stood next to Lindow.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 15, 2006 20:16:35 GMT -5
Indeed, Olaf's tattoo was as plain as day. Claire smiled as the Detective said, "I'm going to have to put you under arrest." He took out some handcuffs and wrapped them around Olaf's hands.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 15, 2006 20:18:21 GMT -5
"Handcuffs?" *Do you have enough handcuffs for every villain here, Detective?*
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