Why crawl air ducts, when you can gap
[x] Walk out. As calmly as possible. Feign ignorance.
[x] "Can this wait? We're a bit busy here."
Tch. Don't worry? Don't worry, he says? How can I not worry when a bunch of armoured folk crash my date like a swine falling through the roof in a retarded cartoon, falling on my back with the full weight of consequences of acts that should have not even seen the light of the day?! Insolent, cheeky dog, the person I ironically dubbed 'Master'! This isn't how you deal with what you might consider thievery! Dishonourable! Do you not have the courage to come out of the shadows by your own, and challenge the fate, to take back what you think is yours? Nothing but a foolish, gutless rascal you are! It would seem that the term 'fair play' is out of Gensokyans' minds' reach. Insolence, nothing but insolence!
Quieten yourself, me. Pour some oil on your troubled waters, this isn't the time to be plotting revenge, nor cursing the effrontery of your enemies. Not when your girl, your woman is around. Pull the stirrups, and settle down. Think. Analyze. Adapt. Violence is not an answer to every dilemma. There must be an alternative way out of this disorderly mashup of coincidences. There still is time to mend your mistakes, and perhaps turn them around, to serve your purposes. But more importantly, it's Reimu who matters the most. It's my, and only my fault, I can't be pulling her into my problems again without a good reason. Therefore...
"... gh." I groan quietly, and pull back, full of regret at the breaking of this specific atmosphere that's been reigning in the space between us up till now. Really, it's how she remarked back when Tenshi walked in on us - they always find the worst possible moment to butt in. Like an annoying mosquito in the night, when you're doing your best to fall asleep, since in the morning, you have to wake up early for work. "Can't this wait?" Don't know about that, but I, on the other hand, don't wait, and losing no time, slip out of the cabin, careful not to reveal too much of what's inside to whoever interrupted our little... Excess. "We were a bit busy in the-- Oh."
Well, well, well. Who do we have here? The guy who dared to my date up, turns out to possess an extremely familiar face. No, not that I feel any attachment to it, but you don't really forget the face of the youngster who you'd beaten up on his first day of duty, and then laughed in his face about it. Likewise, I'm sure he didn't forget the face of the guy who kicked his sorry ass, and is now gaping in shock at me, just as I'm silently staring at him in mild irritation. This isn't how I imagined this moment. Rather, I wonder if it's some kind of trick - Barton has both the brains and the brawn, he may have sent this guy here for some bizarre, complicated reason... Or I'm simply thinking too much.
"... it's you." says the unfortunate guard, finally "Well... I would like to request you to... come with me... for a moment."
"Hope it's really not going to take long." I respond "As I was saying, we were rather busy in there." Rather than the guy giving me another half-assed answer, my eyes catch a silent thump from behind - from inside the stall. Ah, secretive, but not enough to take such a comment without at least protesting a little, are you, Reimu? That's nice. Really, really nice, if I may say so myself. Never change. "Alright then, take me to your leader."
Nodding, he turns his back on me, and begins to march back towards the counter. I can only ponder the foolishness of the act as I follow his steps, obediently like a defeated, but sure of victory beyond any doubt.
If you've ever wondered how it feels to face the one whom you've stolen from with a cocky smirk on your face, completely oblivious to the rules of good upbringing and the obligation to at least apologize, let me tell you: it feels great. I know I should probably show more respect for the man, since his creations pretty much make up for the character, but somehow, I find myself unable to stop smiling. Like a kid that's pulled a seriously malicious prank, so certain of his own invincibility, the presence of the victim doesn't even matter. Speaking of the victim... If eyes could toss daggers, his would be shimmering with blades at the moment. Shame and offence - how typical. A master in his craft, a dog in his personality. Where's your tail, 'master'? Ah, could it be it's curled up between your legs? Shame, shame, shame.
"Good afternoon, boy."
But of course, I'm not the only one smiling in the fellowship. Out of seven people, only two seem to know how situations such as this should be handled.
"Would have been better," I snort and put hands on my hips "If you hadn't interrupted my afternoon delight. There better be a reason for this."
"There is." Barton replies, the smile not disappearing from his face for even a second "I assure you."
"It better be a good one, then." 'Master' opens his mouth to say something when I run a hand through my hair, but ultimately backs away at the last moment. How predictable. "Because if it isn't, I might consider filling a complaint." As if the joke I just told was splendid beyond belief, the moustached guard lets out a hearty laugh. Inappropriate, but thanks to that, the two of his subordinates, including the one who dragged me out of Reimu's reach, relax visibly. Utilizing this short interruption, I take a quick look around, only to discover the assistant guy is missing. Not gonna get involved, eh? Too bad your employer doesn't share your views, and curiously stares at us from behind the counter. Sod him, I've more important matters to attend to, than worrying about a mass of sparkling plastic gaping lustfully at my lower back. "So what is it?"
Like I said, more important matters. At least Barton is a responsible enough guy not to waste precious minutes on laughing at poor jokes.
"To cut to the chase," he resumes after a brief cough "You've been accused of assault and thievery, by this," and points to 'Master' "Humble citizen."
"Vamn right, you vere!" Ah, ah, ah. Impatience prevails after all, doesn't it? Not able to contain your anger, 'Master'? What's wrong? "Those svords vere meant for bargain, not vor some filfy kid to play vith!"
Oi, oi. Aren't you going a bit overboard, there? How noisy, he's practically begging to shut his dirty mouth. But before I'm able to do so, Barton does it first, by sending him a meaningful glance. 'Master' falls quiet within a second. A respectable man on the right stool, I must say, I was right in putting my own bits of respect in that man.
"Easy, men." he says "There's no need to get pumped up. Let's just proceed according to the protocol, and everything will be nice." Nice, no dice. Everything would be nice, if you didn't interrupt my date, Barton. Now you've crossed the line, and although I esteem you, I won't hold back if the price for continuing the leisure time is kicking your ass again. There's nothing wrong in battling conflicts out, even if it ends up being a little... Messy. "There are two ways we can do this... Either you admit to the crime, and return the stolen goods, or we can always take you to miss Keine, and she'll take care of the rest." Barton smiles "Though I'm sure it's only a misunderstanding. Still, a duty is a duty." he adds under 'Master's' glare "So let's get over it as fast as possible, shall we?"
[ ] "Very well, then. Take me to Keine."
[ ] "No, Barton. I'm innocent, but I will also refuse to prove anything. You've no right to judge me."
[ ] "Yes. Yes, I did steal the swords." grin "What of it? What are you going to do?"
[ ] "I apologize, but I can't comply. Get out of my way, and let me leave, or I'll be returning the swords... In a very painful manner. You, of all people, should know the risk, Barton. Out of my way."