A storm to would-be death

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[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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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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I was rather over-zealous in my defense, I'm afraid. Better information will have to wait until questioning.

[He offers the drink her poured for Victor - it was shameful to drink alone, even if he did have to blur the tension.]

Though, from what I gathered, he was not appreciative of my recent relationship choices.

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"I cannot say that is his business." Victor said with a bit of a frown on his lips. Though if that was because of the comment or from the drink David was handing him was hard to tell.

Victor was never very comfortable with drinking around David. Or, rather, with idle conversation with David. Still- it took it and held the glass lightly in his finds.

"I will see what I can find," he said after a moment, taking a slow sip before tipping his head to the side. Someone else had a hand in this, he was certain.