Nerissa, 25, she/her. Aro-ace, British (Northern-Irish), writer. Obsessed with Tolkien, Dickens, musicals, period drama, Cdrama, and many other things. Ask and tag game friendly.
Colman still didn't look happy. Yo-han stared at him for a minute, then closed the notebook.
"All right, what's wrong?"
"Nothing! …Nothing. Really." Colman poured himself another cup of tea.
That was the least convincing denial he'd ever heard.
"It's only… I'm a wanted criminal in America."
In hindsight Yo-han should have thought as much. "Whose passport are you using? That American attaché's?"
"No, I thought that would be too obvious when he was meant to come to Japan anyway. I have several passports in my suitcase." Of course he did. Yo-han didn't know why he was surprised any more. "The one I'm using is…" Colman fished it out of his pocket. "Frederick Wimsey of Blackpool, England. Occupation: journalist. Born on— Good god. How did I make that mistake? According to this I'm forty-six. Do I look it?"
Yo-han would be lucky if he didn't look forty-six by the time they got on their boat. "No. If anyone asks, say it's a mistake. Is Frederick Wimsey, journalist, a wanted criminal in America?"
I'll do this for Ilaran from The Power and the Glory:
"Believe me," the prince said, in a quiet but composed voice. He picked up the candle snuffer and began to extinguish the candles. "I'm only making this journey now because of my uncle."
"How can you deliver a message? You don't have pockets as a snake."
"Let me get this straight. You're trying to raise the dead to win a bet?"
"How in the world is it preventing blackmail?" Over the last few minutes Ilaran had gained the bewildered expression common among people who talked to Abi. "You're just creating more blackmail material."
"You're approximately the two hundredth person to tell me that today."
"We'll need alcohol for this discussion. A lot of alcohol."
"She claims a walking corpse interrupted the festival. Very well then, the empress will say, show me the corpse. Obviously she can't. The next question would be, Are you certain it was a corpse? Haliran will be in a predicament. If she insists it was one, she'll have to explain how she's so certain and why it didn't act like any of the other reanimated dead in the records. If she claims you raised it, with no evidence to support any of her story, she'll be laughed out of the palace."
"Well, what are we to do about it? I don't think she'll give up necromancy because we ask nicely. She's obsessed with it. Besides," he remembered the ghosts in Haliran's house, "a necromancer could be very useful in some situations."
"What's happening out there? Another assassin?" Ilaran appeared in the doorway behind Koyuki. "Oh, it's you. What's she done now?"
"What do you mean, I'm not going to stay dead? Dead people don't come back to life."
"I won't let you win. You'll win anyway because I'm terrible at chess."
"Forgive me for not trusting the word of a bastard. Especially not one who'll inherit everything if I die before our dear father."
"I'd like her to see me become king before she dies," he said wistfully. Then he turned to Nuvildu. "Would you help me kill our father?"
"I wish I could go back in time just to tell the emperor of Seroyawa what I think of his parenting methods."
"All right," Ilaran said at last. "But if this goes as badly wrong as I expect, I'll do my best to drag you down with me."
Tagging @sam-glade, @iamwritehere, @emelkae, @dogmomwrites, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D
can i jsut say… isnt it insane that polar bears go underground like imagine just walking along with a shovel and u start digging a hole and a bear is in there