>#TEAMRING: Rock the heist. (pt 5) Though the Scratch Doctor remains expressionless, the shift in his mood is clear. “It seems events are moving away from your favor. Such a pity, after all your hard work.” The Muse grumbles. "jUst shUt Up and play. check." “Really, your mistake was in coming in the first place. The events I seek to perpetuate are hardly any concern of yours. But it would be in your blood to play hero, I suppose.” "hardly my concern? is that yoUr idea of a joke? we both know i'm first on his list, if he ever frees himself from his inevitable demise. check." “Not untrue. Still, you would have the insulation of existing in a period that my lord cannot safely touch to bring about his own existence.” The Muse grimaces. "how comforting. yoU'll have to forgive me if i don't take yoUr *generoUs* offer. fUcking *check.*" The Doctor continues to keep his King out of reach, his aura giving off an even greater amount of smugness than before. “Oh, my dear, I did not mean to imply that you might have that protection *now*. That was forfeited when you broke into our property.” His Felt begin to wear the Sprite down. His machinations confound and distract the Heir. His captive Maid, without thinking, has already restored her Condesce, whose rage could cull a planet. And, heeding the alarm... The Muse can sense him. A prickle down her spine, a chill in her blood. She knocks over the chessboard and bolts at nearlight speeds from the Doctor’s parlor. The Lord arrives in his Manor. Or, rather, he is already here. ==>