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30 June 2017 @ 11:32 am
Next! _A Little Mystery_  
I figured the guys deserved a chance to shine. Not quite sure where this is going to go.

One Mystery

"Hey Scar!"

Wsca Withione Estua Libre racked the weights before he looked around.

Ucks and Icks, of course.

Ucks—Uxmo if one wanted to be formal—was scowling at Icks—Ixpu—and no doubt, once again, wanted someone to referee.

"What this time?"

"Do you know if Dancer's extra training includes poisons not on the official list?"

Scar groaned. "No. I do not know. I wouldn't be surprised either way, but you know it's most likely just a stupid movie trope. 'The undetectable poison' is nonsense. And if you want to know, why don't you ask Rael?"

"Because how do we know she'd tell the truth? We want to know how many poisons she's got in her brag box. That's the bet. Icks says she's got all 36. I think she's got more."

 Scar looked across the gym, to where a whip thin redhead was practicing gymnastics. Laughs from two other princesses as she over rotated and landed on her butt. "Well, as far as I know, she's the only dancer here. Of course even she doesn't admit it in public. Everyone just assumes. There could be a dozen more in with the rest of the Princesses."

He could hear her giggle. Hard to believe she's a trained assassin and spy. Honey trap? Yeah, that is very very believable. The glow, the bounce, the sheer happiness the woman radiates . . .  Scar shut down that line of thought.

"The only way you'll find out is with a barracks-wide betting pool."

Uck and Ick both perked up, and headed for Lieutenant Wvnw. Lt. Van rolled his eyes and walked over to Mayc, the number two princess, who laughed.

The betting board lit up—a jury-rigged antique game machine that Major Eppa tolerated because it limited the amount of the bets placed and kept them honest, instead of at each other's throats.
muirecanmuirecan on July 1st, 2017 04:13 pm (UTC)
Ah a nice little mystery for the weekend.