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A storm to would-be death

[He'd gotten the power back. He'd finally (though it was hard to tell if his efforts had actually done anything for it) coordinated everything and the power was back on.

And he was so tired. Ready to sleep. Sleep harder and longer than he had in years. Until this little anonymous (no, that wasn't true. He knew him, knew all his Spades. It was just the exhaustion talking, the exhaustion) had appeared to what?

What, exactly did this child thing he could do to the King of Spades?

Nothing.

Which is why his voice is a frozen rumble as be literally tosses the would-be assassin out of his room, stalking into the hallway after the body.]

That is not acceptable behavior.

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I'm sure. Take care of that, first.

[Best to clean it up before any more people decided to come through and ogle it. David keeps his voice firm and calm - a steady rock even in this.

He was King, after all. And things would be done in the order he asked. All would be well. He even manages not to wince when he starts prodding at it a bit.]

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[He's picked all of the thread's he can find out when Declan pauses, and gives a nod of approval for the wall.

This was a pain in his ass. This was not what he needed. What he needed was rest.

In fact, he could just let his head lean against the back of his chair and close his eyes. Just for a moment. Just until Declan came back. Maybe that would help.]

All of him or only pieces? [Oh, David, you spoil her terribly.]

Perhaps you will make introductions later? I would not wish to appear impolite. [If their combined rage will not break him, nothing will.]

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"'Welcome. And, no, Sir. Been lookin' forward to it. Know a few folk from your Suit already, so made sense for His Majesty to choose me. I didn't mind much. Always happy to get out and meet people. And given recent events, reckon it's 'bout time we all get to know each other better. Mighty good idea you had.

"Anyone else I can send your way?"

[Don't mind him none. No one can stand around and jaw quite like Monty can.]

Fun.

[She stands up when the guards take him from her, ready to fetch Chives as soon as she's done talking.

I'll do my best. [If he's an Outsider, she will find something though she doubts it. She would have seen it earlier. But if he's a Deckborn? Well, maybe he might be leaving fingerprints in places she needs to clean up.]

It was a well honed, fine tuned talent that few others possessed- that sarcastic politeness. He made a bow, a hand crossed over his chest as he bent at the waist, watching David from the corner of his eye.

"As you wish," he said, coming up right again to follow David into the office. He took quick stock of the scene in front of him, though, frowning a little. No, he had no real love for David- but he had always put the Spades above everything. Having a living King, at the moment, was to their advantage.

PJs are in full gear -- although there's extra bundling, even though power is back and heat is returning to the castle a little at a time. Her room really isn't warm yet, but that's okay, because it's been a while since she visited Papa, and surely he could use some --

The entire line of thinking is ruined when a body collides with the wall. It takes a minute for her to respond, to decide between her instincts as his daughter to protect him (surely he'd return the favor, were it necessary, because they're family, right?), and her instincts as a Spade to let her King prove his dominance when it's so clear that he can. With the man limp on the floor, not yet recovered from the shock of being thrown quite literally out of a room, Amy steps forward.

"I'll call someone." Because surely, with the guy laying prone and David still standing, dominance is expressed, isn't it? He doesn't look like he's getting up anytime soon.

All the pieces of him will likely be in the same room. [David growled, despite himself.]

You're right. A proper introduction is in order. I'll send word when he's ready to receive guests.

[Declan was always Trusted. It was what let David ~~doze~~ rest his eyes for those few moments.

His hand did catch hold of the butler's wrist when gentle movements woke him with a jerk, but he released as soon as he managed to figure out who the person touching him was.]

[This man had an impressive ability to talk a great deal. David watched with cool eyes as the man did so.

He made a great deal of noise without saying much at all, didn't he. How interesting.]

No, thank you. The guards will be all I need. Perhaps inform Clive of the situation while you're delivering things to him, if you'd be so kind.

[He was a Deck-born. From a young line, though. Who knew what he'd been thinking, at this point. There was too little to go on.]

Thank you, my dear. Fetch a med kit for me, please?

[An order formed into a question. David was strong, not stupid. Best to deal with the fairly minor wound before it became more.]

[A mess. Nothing like the wreck from the fight David and Julien had, though. Some tumbled clutter, some bumped-into furniture. A scuffle, really.

Really, all of this was more of a pain in David's ass than an actual issue. Except for the man's motivation. He really needed to get that.]

He was behind the door, when I came in.

[David gestured the empty space behind the door while he walked over to pour himself that drink. Victor made it sound like a good idea. One drink while he was angry shouldn't do anything.

Just the one.]

[David stood in the doorway, looming and angry.]

Yes, Amy. Thank you.

[Polite formality, as cold and closed off as could be.

But... she was dressed wrong for this situation. She was dressed for papa, not the King. Damn and blast, wasn't that something he was trying to encourage, after his months of cutting himself off from everyone? He tried to modulate his tone into something a little warmer, but he was certain that if Amy tried to touch him while he was so wound up, he'd break her arm.

Itchy had said his distance would be the death of him. Perhaps that's why the man had attacked - he no longer believed David to be worthy of his Kingship.]

I'll wait here.

[With the man. And his temper. And possibly a few joints out of place.]

Then I will let you get on with your fun. Try to save some for me?

[She bends down and pulls the boy's head up by the hair.] You are in for treat. I hope you are appreciating attention your lord and king plans to be giving you.

[With that, she releases her grip and lets the would-be assassin's head crash back to floor.] Until later, my Lord.

[And that tendency makes him like half the people on the Deck. No one would ever deny that Monty enjoys the sound of his own voice. It's an excellent way to wear down someone fixing to assign you some nasty job you'd ruther not do. To bad it hadn't worked on this assignment.]

I'll do that, my Lord. [This time his bow's a bit more polished as he takes his leave.]

[Well, this wasn't an unfamiliar sight. Of course, in her childhood, the would-be assassins had been ejected from the Queen's rooms, and her mother's rages had certainly had a different flavor.

Though there was certainly an element, she thinks as she slows her steps, of something unhinged.]

David.

[Only an idiot would reach out for the King of Spades when he has that look in his eyes, but that doesn't stop her from moving closer. She doesn't try to touch, but she's moving closer. Making the call for the night shift guards to come get this idiot doesn't take much time, and no one questions why she's not doing something about it despite being part-time guard herself.

And then she's snapping her phone closed, dropping it into the pocket of her oversized cardigan.]

What happened? I swear to God, five minutes ago things were quiet and fairly peaceful in here. Rundown. I need it.

[...Despite not being a guard responsible for hauling this guy's sorry ass off, she can take a statement and submit a report. She did it for years, after all.]

Victor tilted his head a little, looking at the space behind the door before squatting down to look over the lock. There were soft scratches at the lock, faint enough that without close inspection no one would have noticed. Reaching up he turned the bolt left and right to be sure the lock still worked.

New to the game, Victor thought, but still not very good. After all, the only hints Victor had left had been the fact that the locks had remained unlocked- due mostly to time. He could have rest them and left no one the better for it.

Looking down at the spot the assassin had waited in, he frowned again. Cold, cramped and dark. Not ideal in the least. His muscles would have been slow due to long periods of standing still- he would have been stiff.

"Did he give you any hint as to why?" He asked, pushing himself up and closing the door with a curious look on his face.

The King would need a new lock. Probably a double cylinder- much harder to pick.

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...beg pardon, sir. I... didn't wish to disturb you.

[Damnit. Well, it wasn't exactly as if the Deckborn didn't chatter on forums or didn't use lines of commuication. Something might be found. Between her on the cyber realm and David's other... handlers, something should come out of the kid, soon.]

Of course.

[She bows, turning and moving swiftly down the hall on her heels.]

[He answers with a coolly modulated voice and forcefully tempered violence.]

Briony.

[He tries for a small smile, while restraining the man.]

Now is not the best time, my dear.

[The pet name feels wrong when he's like this. Forms in his mouth awkwardly.]

I'll leave enough of him for a very full half-hour.

[He did so like that they agreed on this particular area. It was pleasing.

And very, very odd. He worried about when this agreement would break.]

Good evening, my Lady.

Good evening, Mr. Montgomery.

[The smallest of nods, his attention already on the man in in his control.]

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A storm to would-be death

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...And just when she was coming to cuddle because it's a storm, even if it's not That Kind of storm.

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Poor Amy.

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