YOU HAVE ESCAPED. CONGRATULATIONS.:
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“I have you now, fiend!” Smolkie prematurely declares, striding in the room that is
clearly devoid of any person other than himself. Behind him, the cracking of a metal door could be heard as it started to close.
Smolkie whips his head around while slyly pulling the watch out from his pocket.
“Oh do you now? Funny, methinks you are the one to be had. Such a pity, Smolkie."
The last half of Vanora’s face almost disappears behind the door, but Smolkie quickly rushes forward,
swinging his watch to reach the final length that his arm could not touch. Just enough to give the slightest
tap of Vanora's forehead with it, before she slams the door shut. Taking a step backward, and bearing a confident
smile, Smolkie snaps the watch back to his hand tracing the engraved Latin letters with his thumb calmly.
“Actually yes, yes I indeed do have you now- just as much as you have me.”
Smolkie flicks open his watch to check the time,
Only moments pass, and a surge of electricity can be heard above the caravan,
followed by an animalistic growl from Vanora and then- a thud.
Smolkie waits for the temper-tantrum about to come down, counting in his head: in 3...2...1...click.
Suddenly the entire caravan shakes as Vanora begins to erratically thrash up on the roof.
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“WHAT DID YOU DO!” She hissed from the roof of the caravan.
Smolkie gives a sigh as he polishes his finger prints off from the watch on the chest of his
coat and slips it back into his pocket.
“What did I do? All that I did, was simply use the quickest spell that I could muster!
If you're wondering why you ended up in this predicament, I can happily educate you on the matter.
Quite simply you see, you underestimated me. You lost this game before you even ran away.
A simple two part spell when dealing with demons. First, I was to get you to confess that
you were a demon to my watch. You laughing at my watch back there and getting cocky
served to complete its identification of you. It would allow me to follow you to every end of the earth,
even if you left my sight. The second step however, required that I touch you with it.
The little tap to your forehead established a physical connection between you two,
and now you cannot leave the general area of this watch. The only way you could would be if you either
A, destroyed the watch. Or B, released the young lady from your grasp.”
“FAT CHANCE, YOU STUPID OLD MAN.”
Another thud of denial came from above. Eliciting a chuckle from Smolkie before clearing his throat.
“Ah, I meant to correct you on that as well! I'll have you know I am QUITE aware
that I am not the young stud I once was. However, I resent being remarked as old or popping a hip!
Quite literally it is inaccurate! I'm only in my early fifties, more than a decade away from an age
of retirement. My weakness may be sweets but I assure you, I work out enough to secure my longevity.”
“SHUT UP, I DON’T CARE!”
The roof clamors from Vanora’s fists pounding down without any rhythm.
Looking up at the ceiling, noticing the falling debris from the physical impact was quite minimal,
Smolkie loses hope that the roof would conveniently cave in and give him an out.
“You do make a point my clumsy fiend. I should try to get out of this mess of a room.
There are absolutely locks and traps distastefully everywhere! I dread to imagine what horrors
you have put my boys and their friends through. Or what purpose this room serves beyond a break area.
Clearly it has secrets, and as fate would have it, you lead me right to them.”
Smolkie rubs his chin and starts pacing the room up and down.
Tinkering with a few random pieces of furniture, trying to collect as much information as he can.
All the while, Vanora continues her banshee esque screams and pointless strikes against the roof.
“Why am I stuck on this roof? RELEASE ME AT ONCE!!!" Vanora violently barrages her fists down,
as her voice becomes two octaves too deep.
“You're stuck on the roof because that is where you were when the spell finished.
But yes, yes I will. I fully intend to come up there, and free the girl from your insanity.
Am I to assume, you don’t actually know how to escape this puzzled room?”
“No I DON'T” Every word she shrills out now seems to distort
to inhuman frequencies, which concerns Smolkie about the physical state of Vanora's body as the demon rages
without concern to its host's constitution. He tries to manipulate her to his favor.
“Then sit pretty for a while, as I try to figure this out.
I can't focus with your thrashing, if you want any chance of tearing my eyes
out and not being stuck up there forever with me as permanent commentary,
I suggest you be quiet and conserve your energy to fight me!”
An angry but compliant hiss followed by silence as the possessed Vanora surrenders finally, to his rationale.
“Good demon. Now, let’s first look at the locks actually keeping me here, shall we? Hmm…”