Exploring the possibilities ... {Pt4} (Open to one and all, either on the way or upon arival)

"Wh - wha - what?" The Mad Scientist looked at guy who spoke to him - the dark skinned one who packed more guns than this skinny man did - with a very confused and slightly miffed expression. He coughed a couple times as if he were choking and patted a hand against his own chest.

"They are not your cats, now are they?" the Scientist said, and quite boldly at that! "What care of yours is it that I ask for them or not? Hmm?"

"Sir..?" MAS tugged on the Scientists' sleeve but the action was ignored as the Scientist continued talking.

"Where's my identification?" Bravado coming into his voice. Clearly the Scientist was getting nerve from somewhere, perhaps because he wanted his creations.

"Sir."

The Scientist annoying waved away to assistant and continued with a puffed up chest. "Where's yours? Acting like you own the felines when you are just another man trying to take wha--"

"Sir!" MAS shouted at his boss and yanked so hard on the man's sleeve that the Scientist stumbled backwards into the assistant and they both fell down in a tangle, the c3 getting trapped in with them. He didn't think that his boss should be so brazen to the man who sent tigers after them! "I wouldn't Sir. Remember the tigers!"

"Molybdenum grip! Get off me! They're my cats and I'm getting at least one of them back!" Proclaimed the Scientist.

Those tigers were still with them! The Mad Scientist may have written those animals off an a low-level threat but MAS surely had not! He was wary of them when they were sent as an escort and now he was even more aware, especially since they were converging on them!

The current heap they were in on the ground didn't help, and for a while, the more he tried to untangle them the more the Mad Scientist twisted them back.

"Watch your hands you phosphate ion!" said the Mad Scientist, the c3 hoop barely missing wrapping around his head.

"I'm trying to save our skin!" MAS protested. It was no mistake that he was trying to get the contraption around the Mad Scientist, if he could get it there, he would then be able to drag his boss away! Trying to capture the Mad Scientist and keep an eye on the approaching animals was a tiring job!

"Tigers Sir! The Tigers!!!!"" The other large cats didn't matter as much.

The Mad Scientist failed his arms about to try and move his assistant away and also grabbed for the c3. "What in the name of Zirconium are you blabbering abo--!" His words were cut short when he saw for himself the animals and that put a different spark to him. He shot up from the ground, untangling both him and MAS, and even pulled his Assistant back. "Why didn't you tell me we were under attack!"

"But---!"

"No time for that! Run! We can make more with the research! "

And with that, the pair scuffled off as fast as they could, back where they came from. Those two could keep the cats, they weren't worth getting eaten for.

[sorry for holding you up! Scientist, out! ]

((This is the spot where I rescue Speedy from the bathroom. Poor guy needs outta there and some clothes.))

Success, Sacher had made it to the Tel'Ranaemyn Inn. Finally. Quiet footsteps carried him up the steps and across the porch. He felt a sense of relief when he opened the door and crossed the threshold. He was starting to feel like he would never make it here before dawn. He could just imagine De'Ryanna's reaction to finding him laying somewhere, within the Inn, dead to the world.

His first order of business was to deliver the flowers. Had it not been for the single drop of blood he had given to each bouquet they would have withered by now. He moved to the desk and pulled out the dozen pink roses. He laid them on the desk and sought out a scrap of paper and a pen. "Angel" was scribed upon the paper and placed upon the roses.

The next item he removed from his bag was a bouquet of lilies. No note was placed upon those lilies. None would be needed. The intended recipient would be able to smell them, and the scent of the one who had given them. He had chosen the lilies because he had seen them and immediately thought of her. He hoped she understood the gesture and that it pleased her. Which was an odd hope for Sacher, as pleasing others was not usually a priority of his.

Now that the flowers were delivered, he moved on. His next order of business would take him down the hall at the end of the first floor rooms. Why was this? Well, he wanted to get a feel for the beings within the Inn, to the best of his ability anyway, and in order to do that, he had to pass their rooms. But he would chose this task first as there was a restroom at the end of the hall. Even the long lived and chronically nocturnal needed a pit stop now and again.

Upon entering the bathroom, Sacher found a young man standing before a mirror. He thought nothing of the man, or the dog that was with him, as he traveled to a urinal and began to take care of his business. Once done, he too moved to a sink and began to wash his hands. He looked over at the kid and then down at the dog. He had no luggage to speak of, not a single bag. Sacher found this to be odd.

He dried his hands and then headed for the door. The kid wasn't dressing or looking like he was ready to go back to his room. In fact, he looked rather lost. "Hey kid. You look like you could use these more than I can right now." He took out the clothes from his bag and tossed them to him. "And if you wanna earn some coin to buy some more, I have a job you can do for me." How odd was it for a stranger to give someone clothes and offer them a job without even getting the person's name first?

Sacher reached into his pocket and pulled out a platinum piece. He flipped it to the kid and began to tell him about the job as if it had already been accepted. "There's a dress shop in New Haven. It's called Fabrications by Design. I have an order in there. I need someone to go into town in three days to pick it up. I will check with you that night to see that you have it, that it is properly packaged, and that it is what I ordered. If it is, I will pay you two more of those shiny little coins, which are worth a lot around here. Do we have a deal?" He waited for a response this time.

But then he had a thought. He would need to ensure that the boxes were delivered to the recipient. "Oh, and I'll give you yet another one if you bring the boxes here after I have inspected them, and deliver them to their recipient." There, that would take care of that. Provided of course that the kid accepted the offer. Where else would he get such a sweet deal? Four platinum for a couple hours work.