All right...I don't own Garrett or anything from Thief, it ALL belong to
Eidos and LGS...but the characters except Baff and Garrett are
MIIINNNEEEEEEEE...well...just wanted to post it here to check what kind of
reaction it might trigger...before I make a real fool out of myself. Plliz
no flames...
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"Love is like the measles, we all have to go through it." Jerome K. Jerome (Three Men In A Boat)
Dramatis Personnae: Garrett: the unfortunate Master Thief Inspector Rosebud: the right man on the right track Ravenwing: the awesome Psychomage( (7feet tall)
Lady Monika: femme fatale wiz a strange accent
Lord Bafford: ...
He was destined to unravel A shame in the threads of history
The One followed the twisted path of ridicule
And the balance was thus...fucked up. Keeper Singaya
A gloomy evening shadowed with its depressing weather everything that Inspector Rosebud was doing. Sitting back in his chair and sipping another drink, he thought wearily of his work. Underestimated, underpaid, and lonely. Lighting a crumpled cigarette, he looked blankly at the door of his office. His name had its last letter smeared off by some of his cranky colleagues.
His gaze shifted back onto his dirty desk. A picture in the yesterday's newspaper drew his attention. A young lady in party dress, blond abundant hair, a dazzling smile...Lady Monika, in short. The headline mixed the news of a new scandal she was involved in with the report on her husband, Lord Bafford's newest acquisition, the Golden Mincing Device. The item was reputed to be an extremely sophisticated contraption of the Mechanist. It was simply priceless.
He sighed, as he pulled the blinds and saw torrents of rain outside, transforming the world into a blur of gray, insubstantial shadows. These shadows were forming into different shapes in his mind. A pretty servant girl from the Cockroach Inn, scurrying white mice, (the last probably due to overuse of alcohol) He was waiting for just any job that might appear.( even if it appeared just outside his window) Shamefully, he admitted that he would even take up spying on rich people's husbands and wives. That at least was a lucrative job, if a little undignified.
Someone knocked at the door. He spun around, surprised, spilling his drink in the process.
"Come in." He said, trying to rub the alcohol off his shirt. He looked at the person who had walked in and his jaw dropped real low. "Holy Burrick's Shit!" flashed through his muddled brain. She was the most beautiful and elegant creature he had ever seen. She looked at him, fluttering her long black eyelashes. Rosebud gulped loudly. It was THE lady Monika in person.
"H-how can I help you, madam?" he managed to ask.
"I indeed need yourr help, Herr Inspector. I've hearrd of yourr indizputable rreputation and thiz inzpired me to choze you." She made a worried grimace which only added to her charm.
"I am afraid, Mr. Rozebud that, you simply may be too buzy to help me...zo much work, zo many rezponsibilitiez-"
"No need to worry, madam. I am at your service. How can I help you?"
"Oh," she lowered her gaze. "It iz a very delicate matter. It cannot go outside thiz offiz."
"I assure you, madam, your secrets will be kept."
"I do hope zo." She nodded. "My huzband haz been harazed by a terrible villain lately. Thiz man zimply wishez to ruin my huzband's life!" She put her hand to her forehead in a dramatic movement.
"And who is this villain and how does he harass your husband, madam?" Looking into these eyes he became suddenly zealous to help the lady in distress.
"Ah, he disgracez him! Sendz him love letterz, singz zerenades underneath my husband's window!!! The zinging! 'Tis too much, too much indeed to stand!" Tears filled her eyes.
"But who is he?!" Rosebud felt suddenly like he was a hero in some grand drama, perhaps and opera by Mr. Cribbs. The dramatic moment made his heart float in the spotlight.
"The Master Thief Garrett, himzelf."
Flashback
Garrett was chuckling to himself softly and sitting safely in the shadows on a wall, dangling his feet. He was the only one thief in town who had the audacity to sneak into the special vault building where Bafford kept his treasures. (Some would say he was the only one foolish enough). A guard passed by and Garrett dropped down, blackjacking the guard while airborne.
Garrett was in a good mood, something that didn't happen quite often recently. He couldn't have missed an occasion like this. And he certainly wouldn't miss anything of importance on his way. He opened a door and discovered a room lined with shelves. He took a good look at their contents -bottles of various sizes, colors and shapes. Potions. Healing potions, and many other elixirs. He picked some of them and put them carefully in his bag. He sniggered. Surely there were Bafford's relaxing herbs. No wonder he needed them, losing his scepter required some medicine administered to his wounded pride.
Garrett continued down the corridor, growing increasingly uneasy. Something was not right. It was too quiet. Suddenly, he took a step back, and ducked into shadows. Two guards were coming, talking loudly to each other.
"How'd he hire you again, buddy?" one of them was saying. "you messed up your last job pretty bad ...at his mansion."
"Same ' bout you." A sulky voice answered hi, which Garrett instantly recognized as Benny's. "I gave a different name and they signed me up!"
"Hey, that's strange cuz I did exactly the same thing...." the other guard said. Benny snorted. "Heh. Good thinking, I'd say." His friend seemed worried. "You know, pal, there's something wrong about you. You always seem to draw trouble. You must be bewitched or sumfin'."
"Naaaaaah..." Benny waved his hand. They were now close to Garrett's place of hiding. "Just my rotten luck."
And to show his disgust for his rotten luck, he spat at the shadows. And he heard a yelp. No wonder, as he gave Garrett his top notch, full version, contest winning spit ball. Right in the eye. Keeper training or not, it was too much even for Garrett. "THIEEEEEEF!!!" Benny roared and began bashing at the shadows with his sword, not willing to become shamefully blackjacked again by an unseen attacker. Garrett did what he could to dodge the mad jerks of the blade, but it finally struck home. Wounded, he jumped back and bolted off back the way he came form.
"Benny and his pal have finally got better of me." Garrett thought, wiping his face. "How original." The two passed him by, searching for him in vain. Finally they gave up and went in the direction of the bottle of wine Benny had left in the watch-room. Coming back to the spot of the spit attack, Garrett felt that the wound was bleeding profusely and took out a bottle, uncorked it and drank.
Strange.
No restorative effect. Just a weird feeling of dizziness. Hiccuping quietly, he looked at the bottle. It looked just the same as any other healing potion vial. At the bottom there was a label. "Ravenwing. Awesome Psychomage." Garrett shrugged and put the bottle back, bewildered. A feeling of artificial excitement filled him. "Great. Now I'm stoned." After careful examination, he risked draining another bottle. This time, the potion worked the way it should, but it didn't nullify the strange state he was in. Hoping that the effect would soon wear off, he moved on, approaching the core of the complex. The vault room.
"Hey, now, that's really weird." Garrett became alarmed by the total absence of guards or security systems. He listened hard for a time, before cautiously stepping into the gas-lit area. The vault door were just before him. Taking out the device that activated the opening system, he put his ear to the metal door. Silence. The device clicked into place and the door swung open. And there, in full light, elegantly dressed for the occasion stood lord Bafford himself.
........................................ Garrett blinked, trying to tear his gaze away from the man. Bafford was chuckling evilly. Garrett knew it was a perfect time for a flash-bomb-and- bolt-off procedure, but he was frozen in place. The sensation of dizziness overcame him again. He felt his heart suddenly beat faster, faster ...a warm feeling filled it. Garrett panicked.
............................................................................ ................................................................ So ...this ....certain...thing...will be continued....so please have mercy on me....chocolate Burricks for all reviewers...
"Love is like the measles, we all have to go through it." Jerome K. Jerome (Three Men In A Boat)
Dramatis Personnae: Garrett: the unfortunate Master Thief Inspector Rosebud: the right man on the right track Ravenwing: the awesome Psychomage( (7feet tall)
Lady Monika: femme fatale wiz a strange accent
Lord Bafford: ...
He was destined to unravel A shame in the threads of history
The One followed the twisted path of ridicule
And the balance was thus...fucked up. Keeper Singaya
A gloomy evening shadowed with its depressing weather everything that Inspector Rosebud was doing. Sitting back in his chair and sipping another drink, he thought wearily of his work. Underestimated, underpaid, and lonely. Lighting a crumpled cigarette, he looked blankly at the door of his office. His name had its last letter smeared off by some of his cranky colleagues.
His gaze shifted back onto his dirty desk. A picture in the yesterday's newspaper drew his attention. A young lady in party dress, blond abundant hair, a dazzling smile...Lady Monika, in short. The headline mixed the news of a new scandal she was involved in with the report on her husband, Lord Bafford's newest acquisition, the Golden Mincing Device. The item was reputed to be an extremely sophisticated contraption of the Mechanist. It was simply priceless.
He sighed, as he pulled the blinds and saw torrents of rain outside, transforming the world into a blur of gray, insubstantial shadows. These shadows were forming into different shapes in his mind. A pretty servant girl from the Cockroach Inn, scurrying white mice, (the last probably due to overuse of alcohol) He was waiting for just any job that might appear.( even if it appeared just outside his window) Shamefully, he admitted that he would even take up spying on rich people's husbands and wives. That at least was a lucrative job, if a little undignified.
Someone knocked at the door. He spun around, surprised, spilling his drink in the process.
"Come in." He said, trying to rub the alcohol off his shirt. He looked at the person who had walked in and his jaw dropped real low. "Holy Burrick's Shit!" flashed through his muddled brain. She was the most beautiful and elegant creature he had ever seen. She looked at him, fluttering her long black eyelashes. Rosebud gulped loudly. It was THE lady Monika in person.
"H-how can I help you, madam?" he managed to ask.
"I indeed need yourr help, Herr Inspector. I've hearrd of yourr indizputable rreputation and thiz inzpired me to choze you." She made a worried grimace which only added to her charm.
"I am afraid, Mr. Rozebud that, you simply may be too buzy to help me...zo much work, zo many rezponsibilitiez-"
"No need to worry, madam. I am at your service. How can I help you?"
"Oh," she lowered her gaze. "It iz a very delicate matter. It cannot go outside thiz offiz."
"I assure you, madam, your secrets will be kept."
"I do hope zo." She nodded. "My huzband haz been harazed by a terrible villain lately. Thiz man zimply wishez to ruin my huzband's life!" She put her hand to her forehead in a dramatic movement.
"And who is this villain and how does he harass your husband, madam?" Looking into these eyes he became suddenly zealous to help the lady in distress.
"Ah, he disgracez him! Sendz him love letterz, singz zerenades underneath my husband's window!!! The zinging! 'Tis too much, too much indeed to stand!" Tears filled her eyes.
"But who is he?!" Rosebud felt suddenly like he was a hero in some grand drama, perhaps and opera by Mr. Cribbs. The dramatic moment made his heart float in the spotlight.
"The Master Thief Garrett, himzelf."
Flashback
Garrett was chuckling to himself softly and sitting safely in the shadows on a wall, dangling his feet. He was the only one thief in town who had the audacity to sneak into the special vault building where Bafford kept his treasures. (Some would say he was the only one foolish enough). A guard passed by and Garrett dropped down, blackjacking the guard while airborne.
Garrett was in a good mood, something that didn't happen quite often recently. He couldn't have missed an occasion like this. And he certainly wouldn't miss anything of importance on his way. He opened a door and discovered a room lined with shelves. He took a good look at their contents -bottles of various sizes, colors and shapes. Potions. Healing potions, and many other elixirs. He picked some of them and put them carefully in his bag. He sniggered. Surely there were Bafford's relaxing herbs. No wonder he needed them, losing his scepter required some medicine administered to his wounded pride.
Garrett continued down the corridor, growing increasingly uneasy. Something was not right. It was too quiet. Suddenly, he took a step back, and ducked into shadows. Two guards were coming, talking loudly to each other.
"How'd he hire you again, buddy?" one of them was saying. "you messed up your last job pretty bad ...at his mansion."
"Same ' bout you." A sulky voice answered hi, which Garrett instantly recognized as Benny's. "I gave a different name and they signed me up!"
"Hey, that's strange cuz I did exactly the same thing...." the other guard said. Benny snorted. "Heh. Good thinking, I'd say." His friend seemed worried. "You know, pal, there's something wrong about you. You always seem to draw trouble. You must be bewitched or sumfin'."
"Naaaaaah..." Benny waved his hand. They were now close to Garrett's place of hiding. "Just my rotten luck."
And to show his disgust for his rotten luck, he spat at the shadows. And he heard a yelp. No wonder, as he gave Garrett his top notch, full version, contest winning spit ball. Right in the eye. Keeper training or not, it was too much even for Garrett. "THIEEEEEEF!!!" Benny roared and began bashing at the shadows with his sword, not willing to become shamefully blackjacked again by an unseen attacker. Garrett did what he could to dodge the mad jerks of the blade, but it finally struck home. Wounded, he jumped back and bolted off back the way he came form.
"Benny and his pal have finally got better of me." Garrett thought, wiping his face. "How original." The two passed him by, searching for him in vain. Finally they gave up and went in the direction of the bottle of wine Benny had left in the watch-room. Coming back to the spot of the spit attack, Garrett felt that the wound was bleeding profusely and took out a bottle, uncorked it and drank.
Strange.
No restorative effect. Just a weird feeling of dizziness. Hiccuping quietly, he looked at the bottle. It looked just the same as any other healing potion vial. At the bottom there was a label. "Ravenwing. Awesome Psychomage." Garrett shrugged and put the bottle back, bewildered. A feeling of artificial excitement filled him. "Great. Now I'm stoned." After careful examination, he risked draining another bottle. This time, the potion worked the way it should, but it didn't nullify the strange state he was in. Hoping that the effect would soon wear off, he moved on, approaching the core of the complex. The vault room.
"Hey, now, that's really weird." Garrett became alarmed by the total absence of guards or security systems. He listened hard for a time, before cautiously stepping into the gas-lit area. The vault door were just before him. Taking out the device that activated the opening system, he put his ear to the metal door. Silence. The device clicked into place and the door swung open. And there, in full light, elegantly dressed for the occasion stood lord Bafford himself.
........................................ Garrett blinked, trying to tear his gaze away from the man. Bafford was chuckling evilly. Garrett knew it was a perfect time for a flash-bomb-and- bolt-off procedure, but he was frozen in place. The sensation of dizziness overcame him again. He felt his heart suddenly beat faster, faster ...a warm feeling filled it. Garrett panicked.
............................................................................ ................................................................ So ...this ....certain...thing...will be continued....so please have mercy on me....chocolate Burricks for all reviewers...