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Cricket
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Date Posted: 04:26:12 06/16/06 Fri
In reply to:
Angus
's message, "Re: The Pigeon" on 22:33:39 06/15/06 Thu
She certainly reeked, if not of the unknown, then of other, more human things, and certainly her wheezing, spittle driven coughing, brought on by that crones cackle, was disturbing if nothing else. She would long keep the memory of Angus' face as he looked dubiously inside before ducking under the doorjam. He was a huge man, a trait she could well appreciate, but he looked none too sure he wanted This job. That drew another wheezing cackle, but at last the crone seemed to get herself under control, and the cackle tapered off as the cowled head turned his way. It was no longer Crickets voice when she spoke, it was that of the old crones. Cracked and dry and shaky around the edges, full of wisdom and insight past the ages. Canes tip flicked swiftly from the floor, and pointed directly to Angus' chest. "Shut the door, my fine brute, and I shall tell thee exactly what my needs are..." Cackling insued again, as if the old crone were quite delighted with the innuendo in those words, and with the skin crawl that was apt to give the big man. Little did Angus know, but Cricket was much more curious about him than about Morley. She knew Morley. Knew what he was capable of. This one..had picked her out of a crowd, and her first little "dabbling" here in Westwind, was going to be finding out all about this towering man that had more brains than most.
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