If Marius had been expecting a reaction to his last statement he was sorely disappointed. The dazzling
women across from him, Rebecca, she had called herself, just stared back calmly, her face an unreadable mask.
A very attractive mask, but an unreadable one.
How in God's name did she know Jules? It had been a while since he had last seen his friend but
the boy he remembered definitely hung with a different crowd. Jules had always been exceedingly shy, not
to mention rather poor. This women seemed to be the polar opposite of Jules. He hoped that his friend hadn't
changed all that much. Jules was a rare kind of person and it would be a shame if he had lost that.
Rebecca raised an eyebrow at how long the silence had went on.
"If I was?", he repeated. His remark was met with a tense silence.
"If you are", she started slowly, "I know it's important and will use force to get it out of you if I must."
"Well, Mademoiselle. I don't think THAT will be necessary. I will tell you all about it- in return for a promise."
"A promise?"
"You must give me your word that if I tell you- you will tell no one else. No one. And that you will also tell me about how you came to know Jules."
Rebecca looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before nodding her consent to his terms.
***
Phileas Fogg carefully made his way through the trees surrounding the castle,
following his cousin's trail. He was terribly worried about both Verne and Rebecca. And when he
was worried he tended to be rude to Passepartout. Knowing this his loyal valet was trailing a fair
distance behind him doing his best to be unobtrusive.
When they reached the edge of the property, Phileas warily studied the ground. He stepped up to a tree and looked up.
"Her trail leaves off here.", he said simply.
"Does that mean Miss Rebecca has been captured by the evil peoples?"
"It does make it seem very likely. Considering she's been captured we
best be on our guard- they are probably waiting for us."
They continued towards the castle. Soon they were on the ground next
to the castle wall. Phileas looked upwards trying to gage it's height. He then pulled
one of Rebecca's oh-so-handy gadgets out of his coat pocket. It was similar in shape to a gun,
however it shot cord not bullets. He aimed at the top of the wall and shot. The cord sprung out connected
to a claw. The claw caught on the upper edge of the wall.
"Are you alright to climb Passepartout?"
"Of course Master."
***
Claret and Jules shared a laugh before getting back on topic.
"So this Count Gregory must have found out about Marius and I, the question is how..?"
"I can't be sure, but I don't think I ever gave up any information about the two of you. But that's not important. What's important is that we find a way out of here, and soon."
"How do you expect to do that?"
"I am not sure, yet. I'll find a way. I just wish Phileas was here. He would have a plan by now."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. We'll figure something out…eventually." Claret whispered the final word as she put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
***
Sorry for YET ANOTHER too short, too long in comming, too boring chapter. It will get better once the action starts. Hopefully. It's been
a busy summer. Damn my AP teachers for giving us 5 books to read over the summer complete with notes, vocab, and essays.
DEATH TO ALL SUMMER READING ASSIGNMENTS!!!!!! Anyway, sorry if anyone is getting ooc, I haven't watched the show in a while.
They stopped showing the reruns on CBS. Please review, it might help me find some inspiration so I can get this plot going. I
know what I want to do. I just have to get there first...
women across from him, Rebecca, she had called herself, just stared back calmly, her face an unreadable mask.
A very attractive mask, but an unreadable one.
How in God's name did she know Jules? It had been a while since he had last seen his friend but
the boy he remembered definitely hung with a different crowd. Jules had always been exceedingly shy, not
to mention rather poor. This women seemed to be the polar opposite of Jules. He hoped that his friend hadn't
changed all that much. Jules was a rare kind of person and it would be a shame if he had lost that.
Rebecca raised an eyebrow at how long the silence had went on.
"If I was?", he repeated. His remark was met with a tense silence.
"If you are", she started slowly, "I know it's important and will use force to get it out of you if I must."
"Well, Mademoiselle. I don't think THAT will be necessary. I will tell you all about it- in return for a promise."
"A promise?"
"You must give me your word that if I tell you- you will tell no one else. No one. And that you will also tell me about how you came to know Jules."
Rebecca looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before nodding her consent to his terms.
***
Phileas Fogg carefully made his way through the trees surrounding the castle,
following his cousin's trail. He was terribly worried about both Verne and Rebecca. And when he
was worried he tended to be rude to Passepartout. Knowing this his loyal valet was trailing a fair
distance behind him doing his best to be unobtrusive.
When they reached the edge of the property, Phileas warily studied the ground. He stepped up to a tree and looked up.
"Her trail leaves off here.", he said simply.
"Does that mean Miss Rebecca has been captured by the evil peoples?"
"It does make it seem very likely. Considering she's been captured we
best be on our guard- they are probably waiting for us."
They continued towards the castle. Soon they were on the ground next
to the castle wall. Phileas looked upwards trying to gage it's height. He then pulled
one of Rebecca's oh-so-handy gadgets out of his coat pocket. It was similar in shape to a gun,
however it shot cord not bullets. He aimed at the top of the wall and shot. The cord sprung out connected
to a claw. The claw caught on the upper edge of the wall.
"Are you alright to climb Passepartout?"
"Of course Master."
***
Claret and Jules shared a laugh before getting back on topic.
"So this Count Gregory must have found out about Marius and I, the question is how..?"
"I can't be sure, but I don't think I ever gave up any information about the two of you. But that's not important. What's important is that we find a way out of here, and soon."
"How do you expect to do that?"
"I am not sure, yet. I'll find a way. I just wish Phileas was here. He would have a plan by now."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. We'll figure something out…eventually." Claret whispered the final word as she put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
***
Sorry for YET ANOTHER too short, too long in comming, too boring chapter. It will get better once the action starts. Hopefully. It's been
a busy summer. Damn my AP teachers for giving us 5 books to read over the summer complete with notes, vocab, and essays.
DEATH TO ALL SUMMER READING ASSIGNMENTS!!!!!! Anyway, sorry if anyone is getting ooc, I haven't watched the show in a while.
They stopped showing the reruns on CBS. Please review, it might help me find some inspiration so I can get this plot going. I
know what I want to do. I just have to get there first...
