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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4215461" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>The Last Resort - Part 10c: Dirty Business</strong></p><p></p><p>Cleaning crews went from room to room. The damage was extensive: much of the second floor railing was destroyed. Two rooms had burn marks from Sebastian’s magic. Not to mention the blood, which was everywhere. The samat had left a trail of destruction and at least one body on its way out. </p><p></p><p>“So this is him?” asked Sebastian.</p><p></p><p>Talbot Estus was tied to a chair. </p><p></p><p>“Yes,” said Ilmarė. “What are you planning to do to him?”</p><p></p><p>“I’m not sure.” Sebastian’s face was emotionless, but his dark eyes burned into Talbot. “We can’t let him go. Not after what he said. We should have let the thugs kill him.”</p><p></p><p>“Torture won’t get you very far,” said Ilmarė. “Hit him enough, and he’ll tell you anything.”</p><p></p><p>“I didn’t say I was planning to torture him,” said Sebastian. “We need to be left alone.”</p><p></p><p>The elorii locked gazes with Sebastian for what seemed like an eternity. “Okay,” was all she said. Sebastian closed the door behind her. </p><p></p><p>“Alone at last.” He slowly turned his head towards Talbot. “Now where were we?”</p><p></p><p>“I told you,” said Talbot. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just a playwright trying to make a living!”</p><p></p><p>“You bought a play from Livius Carbo. I was there when Carbo tested his play on thousands of people. I saw what his ‘art’ did to them. Innocent people suffered. Children too. They went mad. They massacred each other. An entire village was burned to the ground.”</p><p></p><p>Talbot’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s what Livius told me. I thought he was exaggerating!”</p><p></p><p>“Now it’s exaggeration?” Sebastian sighed. “You seemed proud of that before.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, I can’t help it if people are deeply affected by my talent. That’s art, that’s—“</p><p></p><p>Sebastian slapped Talbot across the face. “You killed people with your art. Now, I’m not going to ask you again: where’s the book you bought from Carbo?”</p><p></p><p>Talbot spat blood. “It’s in my right front pocket. I carry it with me everywhere I go. I’ve read it at least twenty times.”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian rifled through Talbot’s vest. He procured two small books. One was labeled The King in Yellow. Sebastian flipped through the second book and his face went pale.</p><p></p><p>“Where did you get this other book?”</p><p></p><p>“I bought it,” said Talbot. “Fascinating reading, really.”</p><p></p><p>Off in the distance, they could hear men talking loudly to each other as they cleaned up. They were moving from room to room. They would come knocking soon.</p><p></p><p>“Your new project, what’s the name of it? “</p><p></p><p>Sebastian pulled out a knife from his belt. Talbot watched the blade.</p><p></p><p>“The Yellow Sign,” said Talbot. “I was inspired after the opening celebration of Milton’s Folly. It will be—“</p><p></p><p>“You must not write it. To write that book is to spread the taint of the Unspeakable One’s madness. You’ll kill more people. Maybe thousands. And you might inspire another playwright.”</p><p></p><p>“Then I’ve done my job,” said Talbot. “Is it not the artist’s role to inspire? And by so imitating, create a new form of art?”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian grabbed a chair, placed it in front of Talbot, and sat on it.</p><p></p><p>“You’re not listening to me. You can’t write that book.”</p><p></p><p>“You’re not listening to ME. I must write it. Writing is my life.”</p><p></p><p>Sebastian stared into Talbot’s face. “I don’t want to do this, Talbot. You understand what you’re forcing me to do?”</p><p></p><p>Talbot said nothing. He just stared back at Sebastian.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4215461, member: 3285"] [b]The Last Resort - Part 10c: Dirty Business[/b] Cleaning crews went from room to room. The damage was extensive: much of the second floor railing was destroyed. Two rooms had burn marks from Sebastian’s magic. Not to mention the blood, which was everywhere. The samat had left a trail of destruction and at least one body on its way out. “So this is him?” asked Sebastian. Talbot Estus was tied to a chair. “Yes,” said Ilmarė. “What are you planning to do to him?” “I’m not sure.” Sebastian’s face was emotionless, but his dark eyes burned into Talbot. “We can’t let him go. Not after what he said. We should have let the thugs kill him.” “Torture won’t get you very far,” said Ilmarė. “Hit him enough, and he’ll tell you anything.” “I didn’t say I was planning to torture him,” said Sebastian. “We need to be left alone.” The elorii locked gazes with Sebastian for what seemed like an eternity. “Okay,” was all she said. Sebastian closed the door behind her. “Alone at last.” He slowly turned his head towards Talbot. “Now where were we?” “I told you,” said Talbot. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just a playwright trying to make a living!” “You bought a play from Livius Carbo. I was there when Carbo tested his play on thousands of people. I saw what his ‘art’ did to them. Innocent people suffered. Children too. They went mad. They massacred each other. An entire village was burned to the ground.” Talbot’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s what Livius told me. I thought he was exaggerating!” “Now it’s exaggeration?” Sebastian sighed. “You seemed proud of that before.” “Well, I can’t help it if people are deeply affected by my talent. That’s art, that’s—“ Sebastian slapped Talbot across the face. “You killed people with your art. Now, I’m not going to ask you again: where’s the book you bought from Carbo?” Talbot spat blood. “It’s in my right front pocket. I carry it with me everywhere I go. I’ve read it at least twenty times.” Sebastian rifled through Talbot’s vest. He procured two small books. One was labeled The King in Yellow. Sebastian flipped through the second book and his face went pale. “Where did you get this other book?” “I bought it,” said Talbot. “Fascinating reading, really.” Off in the distance, they could hear men talking loudly to each other as they cleaned up. They were moving from room to room. They would come knocking soon. “Your new project, what’s the name of it? “ Sebastian pulled out a knife from his belt. Talbot watched the blade. “The Yellow Sign,” said Talbot. “I was inspired after the opening celebration of Milton’s Folly. It will be—“ “You must not write it. To write that book is to spread the taint of the Unspeakable One’s madness. You’ll kill more people. Maybe thousands. And you might inspire another playwright.” “Then I’ve done my job,” said Talbot. “Is it not the artist’s role to inspire? And by so imitating, create a new form of art?” Sebastian grabbed a chair, placed it in front of Talbot, and sat on it. “You’re not listening to me. You can’t write that book.” “You’re not listening to ME. I must write it. Writing is my life.” Sebastian stared into Talbot’s face. “I don’t want to do this, Talbot. You understand what you’re forcing me to do?” Talbot said nothing. He just stared back at Sebastian. [/QUOTE]
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