Target: The Pendleton twins.

"Why of course I'm 'available' sir. Say, would you like me to sing for you?" Emily snickered to herself as she left the smoking room and its cowering occupant. He had seemed almost obnoxious when she had last seen him in court, but Lord Shaw was pretty much a mewling puppy when she made use of her talen- eww, that sounded weird. Note to self. Emily thought as she moved across the artistic glass lampshades towards the room believed to hold her target. As tempting as it may be, no terrifying nobles with magic when empress.

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Thomas peered through the keyhole, and was greeted by the unenviable sight of Madam Prudence's rear end. The old hag was bent over her desk, peering at and writing in what was probably her ledger. Thomas slowly opened the door (thankfully better oiled than most in this place) and crept into the room. A key glinted on her belt. Moving closer to the unenviable sight, Thomas padded towards her and, delicately, hooked the key off of her belt. He smiled to himself, taking a peek over Prudence's shoulder to check where the Pendletons were. Wow. He thought to himself, creeping away. It looks like nothing is gonna go wrong.

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Everything is going to go wrong. Emily growled to herself softly as she watched Custis nod stiffly at her, and walk out of the Gold Room. She sighed and flopped onto the luxurious bed, glancing at the girl curled up in a ball beside her. "You just saw me sing your client into submission. He's about to waltz down to the V.I.P exit to get picked up by some lovely gentlemen from the street. Waltz. That's a funny word." The girl remained silent, shaking slightly. "Sorry about, you know, terrifying you and everything. That can't be good for you. Then again, I doubt that you need much clear thought in your line of work. Am I being whimsical? I'm being whimsical aren't I?"

The girl nodded slightly, before burying her head in her hands and continuing rocking. "You see, anything can go wrong. He could get over his fear for me and call the guards. Someone could walk in on us at any moment. My best kidnapping tactic is scaring people into kidnapping themselves, isn't that weird?" The girl squeaked a little. "'Course, you're going to tell them about me, but you can't identify me, per se. just tell them I'm 'the spirit of the streets', or 'the void singer' or something equally spooky, kay?"

Another small nod. There was a pause. "Hey, do you know where I could find a girl called-"

"Rosie's with the other one!" Emily spun round to see Thomas climb over the balcony into the room. "She's in the…what are you doing to that poor girl?"

"Rumour mongering." Emily hopped off the bed. "So, that's convenient. Where are they?"
Thomas grimaced. "In the bath room. You know, the one that you can only access from the main room and has no secret exits. Unless you can turn into a fish…"
"I honestly wouldn't put it past me." Emily shrugged.

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They crept out onto the lampshades over the main room, where the entrance to the 'steam room' was plainly visible. And guarded. Thomas sighed and raised his arms, and Emily, smiling, grabbed hold of him and grappled them past the guardsmen. (Who were nonetheless preoccupied by two girls doing…something?)

They crept deeper into the chamber, Thomas strangely not gagging after the warp-like movement. Emily ducked her head around the corner. "He's across the room in a side chamber, with Rosie." She frowned. "He has a gun."

Thomas frowned, whispering back. "So? Scare him."

Emily sighed. "I don't...Look, what scares you most?"

"Rats." Thomas' answer was immediate.

"What would you do if a dog sized rat attacked you?"

"Run. The frick. Away."

"And if you had a gun?"

Realisation dawned on Thomas' face. "You think he'll panic shoot you?"

Emily nodded, looking into the off-chamber, where the last Pendleton was absently fingering the firearm while conversing with Rosie. "I don't suppose you could…"
Thomas rolled his eyes. "There's a person attached to this distraction you know. I'm on it."

He darted out to the wall of the main room. She watched him enter a chamber just beside Morgan's as she crept close to the door. All she needed to do was pop her head out, grapple the gun, and start singing. Actually, come to think of it, she didn't need Thomas to-

There was a squealing sound and a hiss from the room Thomas was stood in. Emily blanched, seeing the pipes in the room buckle. She leapt from behind cover, screaming "Get out!" at the pair, who were panicking, but not actually doing anything, so grimacing, Emily launched a tendril at Rosie and yanked, the magical force behind the tendril pulling the girl out of the way, but the lighter Emily was hurled towards the doorway. She jerked backwards but Morgan, snarling, grabbed her arm, pulling her back towards him in a vain attempt to push him past her. Seeing steam hiss out of smaller cracks in the pipes, Emily flicked her finger desperately at Morgan, his own shadow detaching and forcefully tripping him, causing him to release her and fall backwards into the room-

And the pipes fully burst.

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Jack of the city watch dug his partner in the ribs and pointed at the two girls kissing in the centre of the room.

"Hey, Geoff, take a look! I told you that there were perks to being in Morgan's personal guard, eh?"

Geoff blinked. "Oh, yeah. Girls. Very, you know, they have nice…faces?"

Jack raised an eyebrow. "What is it with you? Every time we come here… wait… are you…"

Geoff gulped.

"-Actually afraid of girls?"

And almost sighed in relief. "Yes, that, definitely, I'm, yeah, terrified."

"Dude, you're almost thirty! And they're wh-"

There was a loud noise from the steam room they were guarding, and Geoff was almost immediately running down there, with a call of "Hey, look! Literally anything else! Let's pay attention to it!"

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Grimacing, Thomas grabbed Morgan by the legs, scalding water spraying him, and pulled the man out from the room. Rosie was stood there anxiously as Emily frantically gave Morgan a once over; he was breathing (barely) which was good, but he wasn't moving anywhere anytime soon, which was bad, and his face…that was worse.

"Hey! What's going on down there?"

"Yeah! What he said!"

Thomas positively growled, yanking off his drenched shirt and leaving him in just a set of bandages, presumably from Granny Rags. "Emily, can you get Morgan out of here?"

Emily nodded. "I can probably manage four with him tagging along before I need a break, which should get me to the roof-"

"Good. Do it. I'll take Rosie."

Emily blinked. "Pardon? How?"

Thomas sighed, running over to Rosie and wrapping one arm around her. "I'll be fine. Just go. Now."

Emily shook her head. "No! I'm not leaving you in here! Maybe I can-"

Two guards appeared at the chamber entrance. "Fine then!" Thomas bit out, tightening his grip on Rosie, who was too confused to complain. And then he blurred. Emily watched in fascination as he emanated a sickly green glow, then seemed to leap upwards to the ceiling, land upside down, and dash at an abnormal pace above the heads of the dumbfounded guards before dropping to the ground behind them. "I told you!" He yelled back at her, his voice pained, as a sickly something began to taint his bandages. "I'll be fine!" Emily didn't need telling twice. She grabbed Morgan by the collar, and launched a grapple over the guards.

Here, have a long one! Compensation for my inactivity on criminal siblings. Also, ooooh, what did i do to Thomas? You should probably have an idea by now. All will be explained next week. Until then, see y'all!