"What...the...?" And you can note that Bonzo is officially befuddled beyond belief. He probably spends the next minute or so trying to sort that one out.
It should not take him too long. There is a corridor, with doors along it. The one behind him is locked. What he should notice the most is that there are two doorways at the end of the corridor. One on his right hand side, one on his left.
The Hound had specifically said to take the left. Will Bonzo do it?
To the left to leave? Well, since I'm not leaving...
Bonzo storms down the hall, and almost barges through the door to the right. Almost. Then he thinks the better of it, and stops himself a second short of doing so.
Alright...they probably don't want me coming in here, so...I'll do this a bit easier.
No sense in the "crash" of an opening door alerting "security". They might, you know, badger him. So he twists the knob just enough to open it, and nudges the door open with his foot.
The Salamander is changing. Now there are three of them. Their faces match the child-faces of the soldiers that came with Bonzo into the bathroom. Their uniforms are pristine, Green-Green-Brown.
Yes, he has the sneaking suspicion that they're not actually the people they look like they are. That said, he wouldn't bet it all on that outcome. The lightsaber is still on, offering light to the encounter, but he's not doing anything with it.
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Date: 2009-01-19 05:27 am (UTC)"Uh..." Pause. "Yeah?"
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Date: 2009-01-19 05:28 am (UTC)The door swings noiselessly open, and the creature closes his eyes.
"Turn left, door at the end of the corridor."
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Date: 2009-01-19 05:29 am (UTC)That's about the only question on his mind.
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Date: 2009-01-19 05:32 am (UTC)"What do you mean, 'She is no longer a concern of mine?'"
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Date: 2009-01-19 05:37 am (UTC)Bonzo looks rather upset. Actually, make that a nice mix of upset, furious, and frustrated.
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Date: 2009-01-19 05:48 am (UTC)The Hound had specifically said to take the left. Will Bonzo do it?
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Date: 2009-01-19 05:52 am (UTC)To the left to leave? Well, since I'm not leaving...
Bonzo storms down the hall, and almost barges through the door to the right. Almost. Then he thinks the better of it, and stops himself a second short of doing so.
Alright...they probably don't want me coming in here, so...I'll do this a bit easier.
No sense in the "crash" of an opening door alerting "security". They might, you know, badger him. So he twists the knob just enough to open it, and nudges the door open with his foot.
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Date: 2009-01-19 06:01 am (UTC)The voice is pitched very low, and is almost a hiss. The glow moves towards Bonzo.
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Date: 2009-01-19 06:02 am (UTC)"Where's the phoenix?"
Mark him down as being thoroughly un-amused.
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Date: 2009-01-19 06:04 am (UTC)The Salamander continues to move closer, his dull glow coming with him.
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Date: 2009-01-19 06:06 am (UTC)Did anyone ever mention that he was never much for talking to animals?
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Date: 2009-01-19 06:14 am (UTC)The Salamander is changing. Now there are three of them. Their faces match the child-faces of the soldiers that came with Bonzo into the bathroom. Their uniforms are pristine, Green-Green-Brown.
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Date: 2009-01-19 06:18 am (UTC)"What are you doing here?"
Yes, he has the sneaking suspicion that they're not actually the people they look like they are. That said, he wouldn't bet it all on that outcome. The lightsaber is still on, offering light to the encounter, but he's not doing anything with it.
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Date: 2009-01-19 06:19 am (UTC)There is a faint hiss at the end of the word.
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Date: 2009-01-19 06:22 am (UTC)"Nifty trick there." Pause. "Pardon me if I don't quite buy that you don't have some trick up your sleeve."
A grin spreads across their face.
"None of you ever used such perfect Common, anyway."
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