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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Qik" data-source="post: 5781583" data-attributes="member: 6673727">[sblock=OOC]No worries - I'm happy to invent as long as I'm free to.[/sblock]Milo smiles wide at Fury.  "No trouble at all - we're happy to have ya."  The older man busies himself about shifting about the chairs in order to make a space for the bedroll, deflecting Fury's offers for help at every turn; he has the bed ready in short order, and the pair soon turn in for the evening.* * * * *Milo's awakening of Fury comes perhaps a tad too early, depending on the latter's opinion of early mornings.  The freshly brewed coffee he offers perhaps helps to ease the transition to waking life, however.  Coupled with a pair of cold scones Milo pulls from a jar on the counter, it makes for simple but satisfying breakfast.  After a kiss on his wife's cheek, Milo hurries himself out the door.  Fury can sense his eagerness to get to the meeting.The walk to Roses D'Avorio is thankfully without incident; it seems that whomever was behind yesterday's ambush had been without a backup plan.  The transition from the impoverished surroundings of the Planks to the opulence of Roses is jarring, to say the least, and Milo remarks on the discrepancy, snorting, "No wonder it's hard to get the White Cloaks to do anything of substance for the Planks: I'd be hard-pressed to feel urgency too if I spent all my time in the Roses."  As if on cue, the barracks of White Cloaks comes into view at precisely this moment.Once inside, the pair are greeted by an attendant who asks for the purpose of their visit, staring blankly when Milo mentions the meeting.  A stretch of minor confusion ensues, with the pair waiting for the greater part of 45 minutes as the attendant and the attendant's attendants work - with a notable lack of urgency - to divine the location of the meeting.  The two are occasionally forced to repeat the purpose of their visit to one or another of the attendants, and at one point, Fury's possession of weaponry is questioned, at which point Milo steps in gruffly and identifies him as "his hired bodyguard."  After a little fuss, the White Cloak administrator seems satisfied with this explanation.  The wait and accompanying lack of expectancy for his visit seem to dampen Milo's enthusiasm somewhat, but he manages to remain mostly undeterred.  Finally, the two are ushered down a labyrinth of corridors, past soldiers and bureaucrats alike, until they arrive at an unmarked door, where they are told the panel is waiting by their disinterested chauffeur, who then instantly abandons them.  Milo pauses awkwardly outside the door, seemingly suddenly uncertain.  Finally, he manages a weak smile. "Well - shall we?"</blockquote>

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