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Post by Strider on May 27, 2006 14:11:53 GMT -5
"I have been here, once, but that was purely for the research of the Baudelaires. Thank godness it's finally destroyed. Let's just hope Olaf was in there with you. Beatrice. Oh, yeah, and, I... I... I love you, Beatrice!! Why did you take away Bertrand? Why not me? Why aren't you dead?" (by the way, this is solely for the purpose of the RPG. I do not really love Free Eagle. Sorry if you love me)
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Post by freeeagle on May 29, 2006 19:59:20 GMT -5
"I'm not dead Lemony. I survived the fire. Bertrand is dead. It looks like I wasn't the only one who was mislead by The Daily Puntilio's stories. Lemony, I love you too. I was wrong to believe all the lies that were told to me, wrong to believe that if I married Bertrand I would forget about you. I was wrong, so wrong." Beatrice said, her voice wavering. "We have to open that door. Olaf isn't here yet, but I don't know how much time we have. Lemony, we have to clear your name and save my children!" she was in tears at this point. Her hands flew to her eyes to wipe them away. Lemony got there first. with his thumb he wiped away her tears and held her face in his hands. "Don't worry Beatrice, we will. We will." he said. Beatrice broke the long silence that followed. "I'll get the door Jacques." She took a bobby pin and some soap from a small pouch on her belt. "A lock picking kit." she explained after receiving puzzled looks from Jacques and Lemony. After a couple of minutes, the lock clicked open and Beatrice opened the door.
P.S. Sorry Bertrand Baudelaire, Free Eagle doesn't love you.
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Post by Strider on May 30, 2006 3:30:15 GMT -5
OK, that's cool free eagle about you not loving me. I'm taken, anyway.
"Where'd you get that kit?" me and jacques said at the same time.
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Post by freeeagle on May 30, 2006 20:40:20 GMT -5
"Kit?" said Beatrice with a puzzled look on her face.
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Post by Strider on May 31, 2006 4:48:05 GMT -5
"The lockpicking kit?"
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Post by freeeagle on May 31, 2006 15:52:30 GMT -5
"Oh," said Beatrice her puzzled expression fading in an instant "When you're on the run, you learn to keep a few essential items that help you get where you need to go on your own. I put this kit together myself, based on my daughter's inventive work at Doctor Montgomery's home. Besides, it's pretty obvious that the door would be locked. Lemony, you of all people would know after researching my children so throughly." Beatrice peered through the now-open doorway. She was met with a dim and messy room. There were scraps of paper on which Count Olaf had written his evil ideas in an illegible scrawl, lying in messy piles on top of a copy of Nupital Law that he had once taken from Klaus. There were a few chairs and a handful of candles which had burnt out. Littered all over the floor were empty wine bottles and dirty dishes. But most of all were the drawings and paintings and carvings of eyes, big and small all over the room. There were eyes painted on the ceilings, and scratched into the grimy wooden floors. There were eyes scrawled along the windowsill, and one big eye painted on the knob of the door that led to the stairs. It was a terrible place. "We must be careful as we proceed. When your sister Kit and I came here to see my children we used a secret peephole to watch them as they slept. Kit suggested that maybe there were more peepholes, maybe even cameras or microscopic lenses, all over Olaf's house. We should be cautious, because someone may be watching at this very moment." whispered Beatrice as she stepped through the door.
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Post by Strider on Jun 1, 2006 9:07:22 GMT -5
As soon as I stepped into the room, I looked at the eye pictures. Sure enough, I saw a pair of eyes moving. I did what any person would do: poke them. "Ow!" The portrait said, and opened up to see none other than Hooky. "A pleasant reunion," he said, looking at me. "What reunion?" said Beatrice. I sighed. I guess I would have to tell them the whole story. "Hooky and I were brothers, but we got separated at birth. Literally." I said, showing them the scar on my left side. "We met again at a fast food store several years ago. We had to swear to each other that we would tell no-one. Show them the ankle, Hooky." Hooky lifted up his trouser leg to reveal the tattoo, saying, " I was on the right side of the schism, but I had to join Olaf as to learn his secrets. He is taking the Baudelaires across the ocean to the place where the Quagmires were kept. In other words..." "...Uppithoy Island," said Jacques. "i know the secret too. Sorry we couldn't tell you Beatrice, but obviously you were "dead" so we couldn't." Beatrice listened to this intently.
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Post by freeeagle on Jun 1, 2006 18:54:15 GMT -5
After Lemony had finished, Beatrice looked at him, then at Fernald, then at Lemony once more. "I don't understand." said Beatrice. "You burned down Anwhistle Aquatics, you attempted to murdered Jacques, you... Lemony, how can you trust him after all that he's done? How could you be brothers? Does that mean that Fiona is also your sister? Does Kit know? Does Jacques know?" Beatrice's expression was pained as she continued. "Fernald, you had so many chances to help my children. So many chances to save them from Olaf. How could you just stand by and almost let them be killed or hurt, all those countless times?" she was in tears again. She whispered one last question, so low that it was almost unheard "How do you expect me to trust you after that?" The room was silent after that, except for Beatrice's muffled sobs as she searched through the piles of papers, looking for evidence.
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Post by Strider on Jun 2, 2006 4:15:11 GMT -5
"Look," Hooky said, "I've told you already, I had to in order to learn his secrets," Then he said the word that would help Beatrice to trust him. "Inordinate," he said.
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Post by freeeagle on Jun 2, 2006 17:31:03 GMT -5
"Inordinate? Inordinate? An inordinate amount of injustice. An inordinate amount of times he's stood by and let things happen. How can I trust him?" Beatrice thought. After a short period of time, she spoke up again. "You didn't answer my questions." she replied, her voice calm and level. "You had many oppurtunities to rescue my children from Olaf, yet you stood by and let them almost be killed, many times. Why?" she continued, her voice steady. "Lemony, you haven't answered me either. Is Fiona your sister too? If she is, are Kit and Jacques really your siblings? Does Kit know about Fernald? And the most important question, how, why, do you trust him?" she questioned. "Fernald," she said turning back to him. "I understand that you felt you had to learn Count Olaf's secrets, but it's hard to trust someone who has done such things." She looked back towards the piles of paper, and hidden under the dirty dishes was something that made her jaw drop. Quickly, her expression became calm as she turned to look at Fernald and Lemony. "So?" she inquired. She had to make sure that she could trust them first.
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Post by Strider on Jun 3, 2006 14:39:22 GMT -5
"What's under the dishes? Also, I know it's really hard to do this but honestly, deep down, Fernald can be noble. He's not completely noble, but he's noble enough," How can I be saying this? (See book 12 for why I say that)
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Post by freeeagle on Jun 3, 2006 18:02:50 GMT -5
"What about my other questions Lemony?" Beatrice urged. She turned to Fernald. "You have my trust." she said, and then she sighed. "I've found the Snicket file, except for page thirteen, of course." Beatrice admitted, removing it from the pile of dishes.
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Post by Strider on Jun 4, 2006 11:58:48 GMT -5
"Nice. Let this be a lesson; never put an important document under a pile of rotten roast beef."
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Post by freeeagle on Jun 4, 2006 12:28:51 GMT -5
"Obviously, he didn't know that we'd come up here. But this is the proof we need. The only thing that would be more useful than this would be the sugar bowl itself!" said Beatrice. "Now, we have to rescue my children!" with that, Beatrice picked up a makeshift grappling hook that her daughter had made so long ago and repelled down the tower wall.
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Jack
Catastrophic Captain
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Post by Jack on Jun 22, 2006 12:44:49 GMT -5
"I don't think so Bea. The children and..." Olaf grabs Beatrice towards him. "...you are mine! And your fortune."
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