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thenearshore2017-03-21 07:10 pm
very_goodman) wrote in thenearshore2017-03-21 07:10 pm
Crazy like a foxhound
Who: Hiyoko Tosaka and Barry Goodman
When: June 27th
Where: The English countryside
What: Prayer #31
Warnings: Rampant stupidity
[Officially, fox hunting has been banned in England since 2004. Unofficially, there are plenty of people who still go out and do it anyway. And it's exactly one such person who has been begging the help of the gods to deal with the disappearance of his prize-winning English foxhounds. He was probably expecting an emissary of heaven to have a noble bearing like his own. Instead he got these two.]
Good day.
[There's a short pause as the man sizes Barry and Hiyoko up, along with a very slight wrinkling of his nose. He's dressed in traditional fox hunting attire, standing next to a horse and carrying a riding crop. Pacing back and forth impatiently, he slaps it against his hand as he explains his predicament.]
I am Reginald Smythe-Higgins III, master of the Upton Snodsbury Hunt, and I've called you here today to solve the disappearance of my pack of hounds. Something - or someone - has been spiriting them away under cover of darkness and leaving them dead at the edge of the woods. Almost caught the little blighter the other night, but I'm afraid it's just too slippery.
[Turning to Barry and Hiyoko, he points the crop directly at them, expression deadly serious.]
It will be your job to investigate. I simply won't put up with this any longer.
[Stepping closer, he leans over to whisper as he slips Hiyoko a ten pound note.]
And I'll expect your utmost discretion in this matter, of course.
When: June 27th
Where: The English countryside
What: Prayer #31
Warnings: Rampant stupidity
[Officially, fox hunting has been banned in England since 2004. Unofficially, there are plenty of people who still go out and do it anyway. And it's exactly one such person who has been begging the help of the gods to deal with the disappearance of his prize-winning English foxhounds. He was probably expecting an emissary of heaven to have a noble bearing like his own. Instead he got these two.]
Good day.
[There's a short pause as the man sizes Barry and Hiyoko up, along with a very slight wrinkling of his nose. He's dressed in traditional fox hunting attire, standing next to a horse and carrying a riding crop. Pacing back and forth impatiently, he slaps it against his hand as he explains his predicament.]
I am Reginald Smythe-Higgins III, master of the Upton Snodsbury Hunt, and I've called you here today to solve the disappearance of my pack of hounds. Something - or someone - has been spiriting them away under cover of darkness and leaving them dead at the edge of the woods. Almost caught the little blighter the other night, but I'm afraid it's just too slippery.
[Turning to Barry and Hiyoko, he points the crop directly at them, expression deadly serious.]
It will be your job to investigate. I simply won't put up with this any longer.
[Stepping closer, he leans over to whisper as he slips Hiyoko a ten pound note.]
And I'll expect your utmost discretion in this matter, of course.
no subject
[Barry's usually pretty confident, but even he's not sure about this one.]
no subject
[She frowns, making a careful decision.]
Let's go. I need a bigger spear.