HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!
o.O.o
I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss… and the sex scene that must come with this…
o.O.o
Mary returned to the Sanctuary, feeling rather surprised to see everyone assembled in the main hall, apparently waiting for her. It was flattering, but also a bit weird. But Mary was used to it; after all, her awesomeness was so great that crowds greeted her at every turn.
There was a sea of whispers around her, but it hushed immediately when they saw her creamy white skin glowing in the torchlight, rather as if she had been struck by radiation. Her hazelnut-colored curls bounced around her ears as she descended to them all, rather like a statue of a goddess of goddesses coming down from her pedestal, descending to the common folk.
Ocheeva was the first who reacted when a hush fell, sticking to the plan. "Mary! Ah, good to see you!" she didn't know what else to say. The Argonian was actually beginning to be a bit afraid of Mary; the thing seemed indestructible by any standard now. What if even this plan failed?
"Oh, you were waiting for me?" Mary gasped. She didn't see that this was actually a party to celebrate Phillida's downfall, with only Gogron being genuinely pleased to see her, but only due to the bad characterization spell he was under. "How sweet of you all!"
"Well, we were certain that you wouldn't have any problems with your mission, so we felt like congratulating you!" Teinaava jumped in. he knew that Mary hadn't known him for too long, so she probably wouldn't have too much to say to him. His egg-mate quickly jumped in and handed Mary one of the two letters they had received from Lucien via courier in the previous chapters. The perfectly perfect girl gasped, her manicured hand shaking slightly as she took the envelope.
"A present? For me?" she gave them a million-watt smile that would have easily blinded anyone. Fortunately, most of them already knew of this horrible weapon and had Matrix-style glasses on hand, just to make certain their eyes remained intact. "Oh, you shouldn't have!"
"We insist." Teinaava continued when Mary shrunk away, shoving the letter into her hands.
"Actually, it isn't from us, it's from Lucien." Telaendril piped up, just to make sure their plan didn't fail on a technicality.
It worked immediately – Mary squealed prettily, tearing the envelope very easily and neatly at the same time, something that shouldn't normally be possible.
"Lulu sent this to me?!" she gushed happily, reading with the speed of light. "How thoughtful of him! Ooh! A love letter!"
"Does she know those are orders?" Telaendril whispered to Ocheeva, who kept a rigid smile on her face.
"Apparently not."
Teinaava cleared his throat. "Well, you should keep the content…"
"Lulu invited me to his place for a date!" Mary screamed –no- cried out joyfully, almost swooning in ecstasy. She felt happiness overwhelming her as the Dunmer angels appeared and began singing a horribly off-key ragtime version of Beethoven's Ode to Joy with some improvisation on the side. It suited the atmosphere rather well.
Thankfully, they didn't have Disney in their repertoire.
"…secret." Why he even bothered, Teinaava didn't know.
"Our first official date! This is SO very exciting!" Mary did a full ballet routine across the room, not tripping over any object or knocking into anyone. She was feeling so light on her feet, as if she had drunk at least five bottles of gin. She could sprout wings, truly, but this wasn't an anime, so she decided not to be too showy. Instead, she cuddled with Mr. Fuzzems for a moment before pirouetting to the spot where her dancing had begun.
"Ah, congratulations…?" Vicente, who was reading a book on monster extermination on the side (searching for a way to kill Mary) suggested when everyone seemed to look at him.
"Oh, it says I should come as soon as possible!" Mary gasped, reading the letter over and over again, despite having memorized it with freakish precision already. "That it's time I served the Black Hand directly!"
Now that was news. The others knew that some plot was being unfolded here but this…
"That means he's promoting you to be Silencer…?" Teinaava asked incredulously, but Mary was too busy swooning to notice.
Teleandril's jaw fell, before a look of unconcealed rage and irritation appeared on her face. "That twat?"
"Well, she is indestructible…" Vicente muttered to himself. At least, he hadn't found a good enough way to kill her yet…
Ocheeva shrugged. "I guess killing Phillida kinda justifies that."
Mary, however, finally realized that she, despite her supposed knowledge of the Dark Brotherhood from her previous existence with them centuries ago, had conveniently forgotten what a Silencer might be. She got amnesia sometimes, unfortunately. "What does that mean, Chichi?"
"It means that you're moving to stay with him to be his-" Mary didn't let her finish – in her mind, there wasn't any need to finish that sentence; it was complete.
"Kyaaa!" She couldn't resist being a Japanese schoolgirl-imitation for a moment, complete with sailor fuku and hair blue as the sea, the sky and breath mints combined. Then, she returned to her usual nymph-like appearance, with shining silver hair. But cool silver, not the gray hair old people get. Just so you know. So nyah. "This is, like, AWESOME! We're moving together! Did you hear that, Mr. Fuzzems? I'll be living together with Lulu!"
"Actually, a Silencer is sort of a private bodyguard for the Speaker…" Teinaava wondered why Ocheeva even bothered adding that. However, Mary apparently caught the word bodyguard.
She grinned in what was likely supposed to be a sexy fashion, but it reminded Gogron a bit of the sharks from Finding Nemo. He loved that movie. "Oh, don't worry, Lulu made the right choice! I'll guard his body veeery well…" She checked the letter, to be certain. "I just have to overcome the obstacles to True Love, as he says here!"
"Is that really the package Blanche dropped off here?" Vicente muttered to Telaendril, unable to focus on his book any longer. The archer facepalmed, shaking her head.
"This seems way too crazy…"
"I just knew today was going to be a good day!" Meanwhile, Mary was jumping up and down, giggling like a blushing schoolgirl. She was still young and innocent, but her experience with guarding bodies was ample. One had to wonder how she could manage to be a virgin after having had sex with enough people to colonize a medium-sized island, but such things aren't the author's concern. "Ooh, that Lizzie girl I met had to be a fairy godmother! Except I have one already, but maybe Donna didn't have time to come…"
Now that caught Telaendril's attention, being one of the few who knew Blanche's actual name.
"Waydaminit – Lizzie? Who?"
"A really nice but boring-looking girl I saved today!" Just for a moment, Mary stopped her gushing, but she continued jumping up and down. "And she said she was Dark Brotherhood – I forgot, silly me!"
"Something weird is going on." the Bosmer murmured with a frown, soft enough for only Vicente to hear.
The vampire shrugged. The ends justified the means in this case. "Well, as long as we get rid of the monster…"
"…but marriage is only a step away from living together! And despite him being a shady top-of-the-line assassin, I'm sure that this is the first step of Lulu's transformation into a wussy romantic everyman/prince charming who'll want nothing but his True Love and a gingerbread cottage with 2.5 kids and an anime-eyed yappy dog! Except we can't have that, since Mr. Fuzzems is already my mascot in this story!" Mary gasped, her rosy cheeks flushing to the shade of raw meat… or something. "Oh, the tragedy!"
"Yes, well, anyway, you might want to get going." Teinaava tried again, just to make certain she didn't forget the fact that she was supposed to be leaving. They'd all need therapy after this fanfic. M'raaj Dar, the lucky sucker, didn't even have the decency to send them a postcard. "Lucien will be waiting for you."
Mary's anime-esque eyes filled with pearly tears suddenly. After all the murdering and assassinating and latex-wearing they had done together, she had come to think of all of them as her family. "Guys… you took such great care of me. I-I don't know what to say… you're not as awesomely perfect as me – in fact, you're pretty weird – but I'll remember to invite you all to my and Lulukins´ wedding." Unable to keep the tears away, she rushed to the nearest and only cute guy's chest and started sobbing into his shirt.
Needless to say, Vicente was about to subtly try to twist her head off before a scream was heard.
"NOOOOO!" Antoinetta, who had been conspicuously absent from the chapter up till then, suddenly appeared. The transformation was complete; she was wearing a garish orange and white cheerleader outfit. Or something that was supposed to resemble it; it was an extremely skimpy rendition. Her top was barely more than a bra and her skirt was short enough that even standing still, her underwear would have been visible. Needless to say, her fellow assassins were staring at her bleached pigtails and heavy make up and… other changes… rather shocked. "I, like, won't allow it! Lulu is, like mine, you biaeioutch!"
Her pompons in a battle-ready pose, Antoinetta (or Tonya, as she'd rather be called now) got ready to pounce. However, Mary, arms wide, straightened up valiantly to protect Vicente from this threat.
"Tony! I know you love Lulu, but if you love him, you'll let him go – to be with me!" she proclaimed heroically. "The triangle has gone on for too long and the readers already know that I am his True Love and thus destined to be with him!"
Throwing a hissy fit, Antoinetta jumped up and down like the spoiled cheerleader she now was. "It can't be! You're fat and ugly! You have pointy ears! Glossy hair! A perfectly hour-glass shaped figure! You're a D-cup! With a spotless complexion!" Suddenly, realizing she couldn't insult Mary in any other way, she collapsed in a heap on the floor, sobbing pathetically. "And I-I-… I need a hug!!!!"
But Mary, ever-gracious, smiled with the benevolence of a psychiatrist ready to order a patient a medical overdose. "Not to worry, Tony! I am perfect, yes, and it's a horrible burden to bear… but I cannot change what I am. Yet Lulu loves me despite my flaws and you must learn to accept that. But never fear! I found you the perfect beau! Look!" Mary went aside for a moment, bringing forth one of the Dark Guardians of the Sanctuary. It now had a picture of Natalie Wood in West Side Story plastered across where a face should have been. Not the best rendition, but… "This is Maria! I nicknamed him Marty!"
And Antoinetta, realizing the horrible error she made, underwent another sudden character development.
"Boohoo! I-I can't hate you anymore, Mary!" she confessed, ashamed of her own uncoolness. "You're, like, the bestest! We'll be BFF forever and ever and ever!"
"I knew you'd redeem yourself in the end, Tony!" Mary noted happily. Her mind was set – her work here was done. "But I must go now – Lulukins and the Inevitable Sex Scene await me!"
"You go girl!" Antoinetta cheered, getting back on her feet and doing a bad cheerleading routine with her pompons.
Everyone watched with shock and revulsion, so Mary used that moment to say her farewells. Her eyes shimmering with tears, like two emerald-amethyst-sapphire-jade lakes, she turned to Vicente, shining with hope.
"Vivi… remember me!" He would, she was certain, because their True Love couldn't be denied. "Fifty years isn't that long a wait… please endure it for me!"
The vampire deigned this remark not worth thinking up a response and promptly excused himself. He needed to get really, really drunk on some good blood tonight to wash away these horrible memories.
"I'll miss you, Mary!" Gogron noted cheerfully, looking very hyper and quite out of character. "Mr. Fuzzems too!" The little bunny hissed and shivered, hiding behind Mary's chocolate curls.
Our heroine sighed wistfully. "T'was not to be, Gogo! But never fear!" And with that, she produced a Playboy Bunny suit, one of her disguises back in the nineties. It always worked on the stubborn ones! "Teli, here! So that your True Love never wavers!"
"Uh… thanks?" the Bosmer noted, not quite understanding what the fishnets were supposed to be for.
"Chichi, I'm sure you'll find Cousin Barney someday!" Mary refrained from hugging Ocheeva. Meanwhile Teinaava had discreetly vanished and Mary couldn't tell them apart anyway, so it was no big deal. Mounting her sparkly My Little Pony unicorn, she blew them all a kiss as the peanut gallery cheered. "I love you all! Thank you! Thank you!"
And then, in a cloud of sparkly mist, she vanished, leaving the assassins standing there, dumbstruck. It took them several minutes to recover somewhat and a lot of therapy to ever recover completely. For the time being, though…
"What was that all about?" Telaendril demanded, throwing the horrible outfit aside.
Teinaava, breaking stealth, shrugged. "She's gone – isn't that all that matters?"
Gogron and Antoinetta were both blinking with unfocused faces; once Mary vanished, they returned to their former selves, if only for a moment, being very surprised by all the events.
"Why don't we open the other letter?" Ocheeva suggested, taking the envelope out.
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"Honey, I'm home!!!"
For a highly-secured location and the outward appearance of an abandoned but haunted ruin, Fort Farragut was rather easy to find and infiltrate. At least, for someone driven by the Great Plot. Mary made it into the living quarters quickly, without having to even lift a finger. Mr. Fuzzems was able to scare the guardians away. Sure enough, there was Lucien Lachance, looking somewhat rigid as the girl approached him with the lovely smile of a lunatic. The silence was interrupted only by her soft footsteps and the sound of two people munching and crunching chips.
The Speaker cleared his throat and the crunching quieted down a little, but not for long. Seeing that this went nowhere, he decided to speak to make it less obvious. It didn't work, but at least Mary seemed far too focused on him to hear that Blanche and M'aiq were hidden somewhere in the room.
"So. You have made it past the skeleton guardians, the hundred-feet-tall wall, the shark-filled moat, the flypaper and even the beta of this fanfic." It was a wonder that Mary didn't see how thin his lips were now, due to being pressed so hard together, or how his teeth were loudly grinding. "I expected nothing less from you, Mary."
"Nothing in the world could keep me from you, Lulukins!" Mary proclaimed, trying not to swoon at his excessive manliness. He had become far more handsome, but that was a standard for him now. Whenever Mary showed up, his charisma points went up by at least ten. Not that it was her intention; these things just happened. "Nothing! When I have the power of love guiding me…"
"I get the picture." Lucien raised his arms defensively before she could come any closer. He managed to stop her at six inches. Not good enough, but at least he didn't have a wall behind him. "Now. As I informed you in my letter, you'll be acting as my Silencer from now on."
Mary nodded excitedly. "Yes, yes, Chichi explained it all to me! I'll watch your body really thoroughly, don't worry!" she gave a series of coy winks that made Lachance wonder if perhaps she had epilepsy. That would have been a wonderful improvement. However, he halted this urge to ask by coughing discreetly. The munching continued, irritating him a bit.
"A Silencer isn't merely a bodyguard." he explained, shuddering at the mental image she must have gotten. He knew most other Silencers personally and he really didn't need such mental images of them with the other Speakers. "It is a private assassin in my employ, as a Speaker. You will be receiving assignments from me directly from now on."
This, for Mary, was further confirmation of the Trueness of his True Love. Not that she needed any, but this definitely showed that he wanted to take their relationship to the next level. "I knew you wanted to get closer to me, Lulu! Don't worry." The girl gave a quick whistle and the movers with several pink suitcases appeared. "I've brought all my stuff! Just put it in our room, ok? Thankies, you're a dear!" she noted when the movers brought in everything, even her Barbie collection.
Later on, Lachance would gleefully imagine these things burning. Now, he simply got even edgier. "I think you misunderstood somewhat. You'll be in very little contact with me from now on; all the information will be passed through dead drops."
"And that over-WHAT????" The noise deafened everyone but Lucien, Mary, and the pair in the closet, since they had headphones and a techno CD playing to bring some life to the horrible mess of a scene.
"Mary…"
"NO!" Mary wailed, her dulcet tones almost breaking every glass within range. She made a wonderful impression of Bella Swan from Twilight when she wanted to, even having the same emo-teen appearance for a moment, without the emo-ness, of course. But it showed that she kept up to date with trends. "NO YOU CANNOT LEAVE MY BY GOD OR I´LL CRY AND CRY AND HUFF AND PUFF AND- wait, what was my point?" Mary frowned, her anger disappearing with a flourish. "I'm confused now…"
"What I meant to say is, a traitor is threatening the Brotherhood now." Lachance announced dramatically before she had the chance to ask for a hug. Mary gasped with equal patheticness, but of course hers sounded much more authentic. "Several great agents have been killed and…"
"Oh! Now I understand!" Exhaling, Mary fanned her face with her perfect hand, giggling in relief. "You had me frightened for a moment! But someone is against our love???" Her eyes, large as saucers, were too close, so Lucien took another step away. "Someone stands against the trueness of our True Love? Who are they?? Mary CRUSH PUNY RESISTANCE!" And in time too, since the floor broke underneath the force of her feet. Mary stared at the result of her own power, giving an embarrassed giggle.
She had to be killed off, now. "I don't know who the betrayer is… yet. But the Cheydinhal Sanctuary has apparently been targeted."
"A-HA! I knew it! The cooties were real, right?" Mary knew it from the very beginning, of course. But she had proof now. With Lucien, they were a Dream Team, with her being the superhero and him the hot sidekick wearing tight pants and… what?
"Eh, yes. Exactly." Lachance didn't even know if this was part of their original plan or not, but decided to go along with it. "You cannot return there anymore. Forget everyone you saw there. They will be Purified thanks to a bacteria exterminator later on."
"But that's so horrible!!!" Mary wailed, this time preventing his escape by throwing her arms around the struggling Speaker.
"Yes, well, you have to get to work so you can expose the traitor and be the hero of this story."
Fortunately, Mary let go before Lachance suffocated, but the tight grip left the Speaker gasping for air. "Well, I had thought of getting involved with the Oblivion crisis – I know Mr. Fuzzems and I could use our power of awesomeness to defeat Dagon – but you are everything to me, Lulu." she sighed, already composing their Song of True Love in her mind. "You are yin to my yang, black to my white, bread to my butter, the answer to my love's duet… I'll get to it at once."
"Splendid." Lucien noted briskly, jumping out of the way when she tried to hug him again. He wasn't certain he could survive that, so he decided to quickly put a table between them. "Your first dead drop is in a hollow rock at Hero Hill. One more thing… outside, a present awaits you. A token of my… respect… and… love." The words came out of him with great difficulty, but it was a needed sacrifice.
Another thing to cross out on her True Love List, Mary realized. They were almost ready for the sex scene. "Lulu… you didn't have to! You know that I don't care if you're rich or not or if our romance is even logical, just that you're really, really hot!" Mary assured him.
"I insist." With luck, the mare would throw her off over a cliff or something. Actually, she had specific instructions to do just that, but Lachance wasn't certain how well that would work out. "Shadowmere has served me very well in the past; now, she will help in a different way."
"Then nothing will stand in the way of our love!" Mary announced, this time succeeding in crushing him in a bone-crushing hug. But she apparently mastered the knowledge of the moment when to let go, because Lachance survived and saw Mary climbing the rope ladder out of his lair. He was about to wipe his brow in relief before she turned back on the last step. "Pookie, one more thing."
In moments such as these, it was easy to notice that the chip-munching had long-since stopped. A vein pulsed dangerously on the Speaker's forehead and if looks could kill… "Yes?" the single syllable contained such venom that it would have poisoned an entire army.
"Promise me that we'll get married once all of this is over."
"What?"
"Promise!" Mary pouted prettily, giving him an excellent view of her rear, just to make him see what he had to gain. "Otherwise, I couldn't bear to be parted from you!"
She completely missed the violent way in which the Speaker winced, as if a death blow had been delivered to him. "I-fine, yes, I promise!" he rasped out, teeth grinding again.
"Cool!" Mary didn't think she could feel delirious from happiness, but she did. Though perhaps that was just the height. The sex scene had to wait now. I mean, I'm Not That Kind Of Girl, you know… I'll have to call Donna once I get back! Toodles!"
And she was gone. Lachance actually forgot to breathe once the full weight of his promise fell on his shoulders with a thump. At least he wasn't alone, though; once Mary sealed the exit, the door to the Conveniently Large Closet opened and Blanche and M'aiq came out.
"I can't believe she fell for that." The mage shook her head while the Khajiit waved a paw in front of Lachance's face, since he seemed to be in shock.
He was quick to recover, though, and immediately rounded up on the Breton. "Couldn't you have just disintegrated her from over there?" he hissed, pointing to the rather large peephole M'aiq was now covering up. "It would have made my life much simpler."
"Well… "Blanche fidgeted. And her eyes darted to something in the closet. The Speaker saw that much. "You see… No, no, wait!"
Unfortunately, Lachance didn't. he opened the door rather roughly to find the remains of an obviously neck-to-neck game of canasta. Who the winner was, no one could tell, since they were using so many cards. There were also a few CDs there, a CD player and two sets of headphones. The Anti-Sue equipment was discarded in the corner.
"You were playing cards." Lachance summarized slowly. Blanche decided that putting some space between herself and the Speaker was likely a life-saving decision at the moment.
But she probably owed him an explanation as well. "We wouldn't have survived that dreadful love declaration without a distraction." He just had to understand that; the dialogue was so cheesy.
"M'aiq forgot his Sex Scene: the Mary Sue version manual in his other robes." the Khajiit added, ruining whatever persuasion check she just made. He had no spare robes. "He can't be blamed for not watching."
"There wasn't going to be any sex scene." Lachance rumbled and both Blanche and the Khajiit had the distinct impression of the thunder before a storm.
The latter decided to ignore it with a shrug. "M'aiq thought it was leading up to it, so we decided not to risk it."
"He even brought these, in case things got graphic." Blanche held up some old VHS tapes of musicals from the fifties, plus some homemade Fishy Stick movies: A new fishy stick, The fishy stick strikes back and Return of the fishy stick. She personally wasn't certain if it was better than the sex scene.
"What's with that camera?" Lachance noticed a strategically placed camera near the closet. It looked thoroughly high-tech, quite in contrast with the other equipment.
Blanche shrugged. "Well, we'd have to watch it eventually, but to see it live would be too much of a trauma."
"Blanche."
"Yes?" He seemed so much calmer now…
However, the look in his eyes spoke volumes. Blanche considered what her chances of immediate escape were. She wasn't even supposed to be in this story. "I am now seriously considering ending your life right here and now."
"You can't do that, Mr. Speaker." M'aiq piped up while the mage gave a small, shaky laugh.
"Yes, aren't we supposed to be on the same side?"
"M'aiq needs an original character present to summon the Anti-Sue."
"And here I thought-what?" Blanche's eyes narrowed immediately and she looked far more confident in her ability to disintegrate someone when she glared at the worn-and-torn looking Khajiit.
Lachance smiled pleasantly, his eyes like those of a cobra preparing to strike. "You were saying?"
"It is one of the vital ingredients for the ritual…" M'aiq continued, but no one was really paying attention.
Well, Blanche was, but only to the fact that she was needed for a ritual. "Try something funny and you'll learn why they say there's more than one way to skin a cat." she threatened immediately, forgetting about her own possible impending doom.
M'aiq, knowing of his own chances, shook his head. He had superior running abilities – he was a lover, not a fighter. "No, no, the presence of an OC is more than enough. Besides, M'aiq didn't get the chance to say that this is a three-man ritual. M'aiq cannot do this alone."
Lucien's hands balled into fists just for a moment. A bit of killing would have lightened his mood considerably, but he supposed he'd regret stabbing Blanche later on. "I guess that justifies your presence… and your existence." At least in this fanfic, he mused. He was conveniently forgetting the fact that he had summoned her in the first place – fortunately, she had forgotten as well, it seemed, only giving a forced smile upon rolling her eyes.
"Charming as ever." Blanche folded her arms, leaning against the nearest wall. "You haven't changed at all, have you?"
"You're the one who has to undergo character development." He had a valid point in that, actually. "I'm an NPC in the canon world. I have a scripted way of acting."
This was actually one of the ways to write a good scene, their Khajiit observer mused. They had the backgrounds, the setting, the plausible storyline… however, despite liking Blanche and tolerating the existence of a fellow NPC, he really didn't have the nerve to watch this scene develop in the way every cliché couple-forced-together-by-circumstances would.
"M'aiq can go play solitaire and listen to My Fair Lady if Breton Mage-Girl and Grouchy Assassin need time alone." he suggested, interrupting their glaring contest. Lachance was winning, so he was the sulkier about it. "Everything else seems to be prepared for them, anyway."
Truthfully enough, a red salon seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, replacing the rather Spartan bedroom Lachance recognized as his own. A king-sized double-bed with hearts and silken red linen, with rose petals scattered over it, obscene-looking quasi-classical statues, a puffy carpet and sickeningly adorable curtains. Plus, a full set of plushies on a nearby chair. It all looked like a bedroom of the chief whore from a very cheap and bad brothel. Well, maybe not cheap. Some of that lingerie on the nearby clothing hanger looked rather expensive.
Blanche wasn't even able to imagine what most of those things might be for. Well, she could, but not without blushing most painfully. It was too… kitchy and even camp to be true.
Lachance, on the other hand, looked ready to murder someone with the coldness in his face. "What in Oblivion is that?" he asked, his voice frostier than an ice spell.
"The setup for the Inevitable Sex Scene, I'm guessing." Blanche murmured, upon recovering from her momentary embarrassment. Even though she had never had those kind of thoughts about Lachance, it was impossible not to with this kind of setup. It was just… burnt into her brain. She groaned.
"There will be no sex scene." Lachance spat out each word, strictly like a dictator. "Especially not with that creature."
There was the sound of a flash from an ancient camera as M'aiq took a picture of the scene, with himself posing with a victory sign. However, his face was grim.
"Mary Sue getting stronger to be able to summon this into our world. We must start the ritual ASAP."
Judging by the way Lucien was seething, this was the perfect moment to change the topic, Blanche decided. Anything to get her mind away from the horror. "By the way, that was actually an impressive act. I can't believe you actually stalled the sex scene by getting her think there's an actual traitor in the Brotherhood."
Lachance scoffed with contempt. "Yeah, as if anyone with half a brain would believe such nonsense." Of course there was no traitor or anything . they simply needed time to set things up. Blanche gave a small laugh, which seemed to calm them both somewhat, as they knew that they were the ones in control.
Meanwhile, their Khajiit companion shook his head and turned on Hello Dolly! CD while flipping through the Great Script.
"M'aiq is beginning to think he should search for a different job."