Clover felt a grumble of impatience rise at the back of her throat. Hands on hips, she stepped up behind her companions, hissing, "This is
absurd. You know that, right? it's going to be
dawn before we get anywhere in this ******* house. And for what? To appease Miss-high-and-mighty-precious-Prince Victoria?"
Reaching behind her, she pulled her pistol out and stood poised with the muzzle at the floor. Practically growling in disgust, she spoke to Koln, "I'm all for baiting a trap, Father. Assuming the crazies in this house aren't
deaf, I'd be happy to have them come to us and pick them off one-by-one, rather than wait for them to pop out on us at an inopportune moment. Besides, I don't know what's with all the whispering. If they haven't heard the fighting downstairs and the doors opening around up here by now, I don't think that any amount of stealth is really going to help much. Now please, please,
please let us just
bait them so we can get the **** out of here!"
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No, I won't really shoot up the place unless others are on board with it. But really, it's what I'd LOVE to do at this point. This is turning into another never-ending-dungeon... *COUGH COUGH*
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