Threadbare The Chase Is On Part I

The Chase Is On Part I

Look on the bright side, Greta said, between bites of her olette. At least we're not on that airship any more.

That was the easy part, Chase said, fluffing the pillows under her rump, and stabbing at her own second breakfast. We weren't in control for most of that, so all we had to do was hit a few key events to make sure we got where we needed to be. Now... now we have options. And opposition.

Greta shook her head, then grabbed the table to steady herself as the chair she was standing on wobbled.

As accommodations went, the comfy dungeon was definitely the nicest dungeon they'd ever been in. But the furniture was sized for far larger people.

Ever since Chase had left her ho and started her grand adventure, she'd found this was usually the case. Just part of the price one paid for doing great deeds, having the freedom to make one's own choices, and avoiding marrying the boy next door. Chase had hopes and dreams and goals, and none of them involved listening to farrs spend the rest of her life discussing the weather, while she spent her days doing chores and raising entirely too many children.

Greta... was simpler, though. And as she saved herself from a nasty fall, the golden-haired halven squinted at Chase. How long do we have to stay down here? They have suites upstairs for halven visitors, you know. And we'd be closer to the kitchens. The food would be warr.

That was a temptation. But Chase shook her head, and took a few bites of her potato strips before responding. The cards say we need to stay for a bit longer if we want optimal success.

Did they say why?

No, but I think I can guess, Chase said, after he plate was empty.

And what's your guess, then?

Shhhh... Chase breathed. There were footsteps on the stairs. I'll tell you later.

A black-clad human opened the door, smoothing his salt-and pepper beard with one hand as considered the sisters. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was worn, but his smile was friendly enough, and Chase waved him over to the table.

Mister Graves, when is the last ti you ate?

It's been so ti, he said, taking a seat with gratitude. Do you mind? he gestured at the half-empty tray of scones.

I do not. Please eat your fill, Chase decided, and eased butter and jams over to him.

Even Greta looked impressed at how the human tore through the rest of the tray. And when he was done, brushing crumbs from his beard, Chase pulled out her cards and started shuffling them before he could ask.

But for the first ti he surprised her, placing a hand over the deck, startling her as his fingers caught hers. It would have been an overly familiar touch back at ho, the sort of gesture no unmarried man would make to an unmarried woman without quite a lot of courtship and a few gifts beforehand. But she read nothing of the sort in his expression, and decided to chalk it up to a regional difference in manners.

Then she saw that Greta's eyes were as big as saucers, and decided that she should probably say sothing before her sister exploded.

No cards then? Chase pulled her hand back, leaving the deck where it was. I'm sure you were just telling to stop there, that's all. A hard stare at Greta, who bless her, caught the tone and concealed her disgruntlent by chomping down hard on an apple.

Mister Graves nodded. Yes. Much as they've been a help, I think at the very least I should bring you up to speed before you make any new predictions.

It was a silly question but Chase asked it anyway. Has sothing happened then? Sothing was always happening, and this situation was about as volatile as an active volcano.

Yes. Threadbare reports that Celia and the others found and engaged the pirates. But he managed to get the engines functional, and they fled before there was any serious bloodshed to either side.

Chase sighed, and got out of her chair, moving over to hop up on the sofa and lie down. This is a relief. There are a lot of worst-case outcos that got averted. No wonder the cards were so llow this morning. I'm assuming this happened last night?

It did.

All right. Our odds still would have been better if Cecelia hadn't gone, but now that I've been properly introduced and all, I see that was never an option.

Stubborn as an old nanny goat, that one, Greta remarked. I like her.

Also, Madeline and Garon have concluded their nuptials. I'm very sorry you couldn't attend the wedding.

So am I, Chase said, feeling a lump well up in her throat. Though the wooden dragon had been a late addition to her company back during their first great adventure, Chase had a great many talks with the doll haunter as they crossed the yelps. Madeline was a friend, a confidant, and a good woman besides that. Believe , if Hoon hadn't been sending portents nonstop to keep us away, you couldn't have kept from attending. You did tell her we're sorry, right?

We are, Greta said, gloomily. Wedding cake. Good wine. A proper feast...

I'm given to understand it was a protracted affair, since most of their very close friends were occupied with other matters, Mister Graves gave a consoling smile. There might not have even been a cake.

No wedding cake? Chase burst out, in unison with Greta. They looked at each other, horrified. Who the hell would do such a thing, as to have a wedding without a wedding cake?

There might have been a wooden one, Graves held up his hands. In any case I passed along your apology. Do you know why you had to skip the event?

No, Chase said, frowning. I'm guessing that now they're married Madeline's going to be flying after Cecelia's team?

Oh yes. That was the plan. Unless you've had any ons to the contrary?

Chase hesitated. She hadn't, not exactly. But she hadn't targeted a vision toward Madeline. Or followed up with her considerable divinatory talent as much as she had the other people in the middle of this ss. And that might have been why Hoon had kept her from the wedding, because she would have felt obligated to do a proper fortune for the happy couple. And well, it might have been pretty horrible, especially if Madeline got herself hacked to bits by pirates. That could have influenced all the other fortunes she was telling, and created a proper snarl in Hoon's business.

Gods didn't like it when their answers got contradicted. Though she didn't know the consequences, she felt that at the very least it led to a loss of face on whatever celestial scoreboard they kept up there in the heavens.

I haven't, Chase said. But I can check... it was common decency that made her offer. This was one occasion where she really didn't want to see the future if it was horrible.

Not at this point, Mister Graves decided. Go ahead and save that for when she rejoins Celia. That's when things will be dicey. In the anti, I need you working on the bigger picture.

Finding out who's stolen Threadbare? Who's really behind things? Chase grinned.

No, Mister Graves said. The God Squad's been trying. Whoever it is has enough resources and foresight to shield themselves from their collected prayers. If we escalate, we have to assu that they'll escalate as well, or change tactics. I want to apply you to the ho front.

Chase tilted her head, decided not to tell him that she'd seen this coming and started her own preliminary divinations into the matter, and offered a crooked smile. Why don't you tell about what's going on closer to ho, here?

Mister Graves pulled a small horn out of his vest, and blew into it. There was no sound, not even a hiss of air, though Chase saw his cheeks puff.

The doors in the room rattled, as though the pressure of the air had changed.

Sothing to ward the place? Chase asked.

Directed silence. Nobody outside will be able to hear us talking.

It's that bad? Greta asked.

We think so, Mister Graves sighed. It's been going on a while, under our noses. We first beca aware that there were problems after the rather surprising death of a man called Daffodil Copperfield...

He filled them in on the ss that had been the hostile takeover of the Rumpus Room. In the aftermath, we found that a few things were missing. Naly one of the employees, and a very expensive golem. She fled, and according to my agents, was later seen in the company of a wooden man. Two guesses as to who that might be.

You saw him die? Greta asked.

Mister Graves shrugged, arms out at his side, and palms up. The man was a Sensate. And if he was the one who coerced Mrs. Beer into her... episode... then there may have been other misdirections at work. But this is only one part of a greater tapestry.

That's usually how it is, Chase nodded, and stood on her chair, kicking the cushions off onto the floor so she could lean closer to him. What's the next significant part?

We followed up on the missing teacher, Bedelia Tanner. And what we found surprised us. Mister Graves hesitated. I should probably give you so explanation before I elaborate. Thinking golems are new to Cylvania. As is the deliberate creation of Doll Haunters. Both these things are a re three years old, as far as Cylvanian society is concerned. And the state of affairs and public opinion are still adjusting to these new species.

Chase nodded, thinking it over. You're mostly humans and halvens here, aren't you?

With a good contingent of dwarves, Mister Graves nodded. And a rising number of other species, so of whom were considered monsters not too long ago.

I think I'm beginning to see where this is going, Chase said.

Mister Graves sighed. Neither humans nor halvens are known for handling widescale changes exceptionally well. And when we investigated Bedelia Tanner's friends, acquaintances, and pastis, we found that she was involved with so people who were acting rather suspiciously. Moreover, the people she was fraternizing with were an odd mix of social strata. Nobility, small rchants, tradesn, and forr serfs.

Forr serfs? Greta frowned. You can stop being a serf? I though the point of being a serf was that you couldn't.

Things are a bit different here, Graves said. Especially now. Since the Council rose to power, they've been doing a fair amount to let people who were stuck in restrictive jobs move on to things that were more their liking.

Which is also a new change, Chase said, pressing her fingers together and leaning on the table, (which would have sent her mother into a frenzy if she'd seen it so fortunately she was thousands of miles away.) Do they have a na, yet?

Not that we've been able to find, Mister Graves said, brow furrowed.

Oh that's bad, Chase said.

What? Greta asked.

This is one of those long running conversations I had with Thomasi while we were on watch, now and again. I think you overheard us talking about it sotis? His science, that job that wasn't a Job, the sow she olly gee?

Oh. One of the Player things.

Yes, that, Chase said, trying not to let her irritation show. She'd TOLD Greta not to talk about that. Anyway, she said, hurrying to try and forestall any questions from Mister Graves about that ticklish subject, the thing about nas, is that people who are just starting out with a rebellion or a conspiracy love putting them on their new organizations. It makes them feel special. Gives them a secret. It's an amateur mistake, and it usually shows that they're not really serious about causing trouble. But when you have sothing like this, and it's been going on for a while without a na, that's when you know you've found soone who's serious about it. They're planning sothing bad, and the fewer nas that are involved, the harder it will be to run them down if things go wrong.

Mister Graves nodded. There's more to it than that, but yes, we believe they an business. And that business seems to be stopping the corruption of their nation that they believe includes the acceptance of sapient golems, legal undead, and rule by council.

Chase leaned back. Who's in charge?

Nobody.

She raised an eyebrow. That seems unlikely. If it's big enough to be a threat, there's got to be soone pulling the strings.

Oh I didn't say there wasn't, Graves anded, waving a hand. But they're smart enough not to make a proper hierarchy. As far as we can tell it's sothing we've never seen before. They're... built like parties. There's one person who leads each team, and they're the only person who knows who the other team leaders are. So they pass ssages and jobs along, and if a team mber who ISN'T the leader gets caught, the worst they can do is compromise that team. The others are safe so long as the leader escapes or doesn't crack.

Oh. Oh wow, that's nasty, Chase said, eyes widening at the possibilities. So when the person pulling the strings wants so nasty business done, all they have to do is let one of the team leaders know, and they pass it on to the others, and only one person knows where the task originally ca from. Or if they're really smart, the puppeteer leaks it to multiple leaders at once, through middlen... this could get twisty.

Motion caught her eye, and she looked over to see Mister Graves leaning back in his chair, his sardonic smile growing. I knew I'd chosen the right person for this task. So let's discuss how to get you into the mix, so to speak...

Chase and Mister Graves talked until they had the starts of a plan, with Greta weighing in whenever she saw a flaw. Greta was good at that; she didn't have many ideas herself, but she was good at finding little flaws with other people's plans. To so that was annoying. To Chase, it was a trait she'd long ago learned to use to her advantage.

Finally he retired, and a few hours later, after the dishes for afternoon tea had been removed, there ca a series of furtive noises from behind the door.

Am I going loony, or does that sound like soone in full plate mail trying to sneak down the stairs? Greta asked.

No, that's what it sounds like. Chase sighed, and moved to the door as she listened to a chain hauberk rattle against a breastplate, and the steady clink of tal on stone as soone tried to tip toe in steel-plated boots.

And when the racket paused, Chase pulled the door open, catching a nervous-looking young human in heavy armor, with a gray cloak thrown over his shoulders. The hood was a touch too small for him, and several blonde bangs had escaped the hood to fra his sweating face. Caught in the act of knocking, he stopped, looked to his upraised gauntlet, then down at the small figure staring up at him. Ah. He-hello?

Oh for Hoon's sakes co in, Chase said, turning and waving him toward the table. A few clanking steps later, she sighed and rubbed her face. And close the door behind you, she added.

She was starting to get a headache. Maybe if she was lucky, she could give it to soone else tonight.

You're the young knight then? Greta said, eyeing him up and down... and taking her ti with it.

Apollyon. Apollyon Henweigh. He bowed, and to Chase's surprise, it was a halven style bow, with both hands clasped, and head bowed as he dipped his knees. Good fortune and better digestion.

The best of health to you, and may you never have to endure excitent, Chase said, studying him with interest. Now how did you know that greeting?

Oh I'm from Easterlynn. There's a lot of halvens there. Old, respectable town. Maybe a little too respectable, and not enough respectful, I'm coming to find out. His face drooped, and he pulled his hood off. Sorry, do you mind?

Not at all! Greta breathed, eyes bright as she stared up at him, before scurrying to pull his chair out. Sit down, sit down, you must be tired from all those stairs.

Chase closed her eyes. Yes, they had been a while on the road. Yes, he was handso for a human. But she was being very forward, and this really wasn't the ti.

She considered ntioning sothing about it, but there was the off-chance that he hadn't noticed yet, and that would only make things awkward. And this nonsense wasn't worth wasting a divination on.

So! Chase said, hurrying around to the seat opposite him before Greta could beat her there, how much of the plan has Mister Graves told you?

Not much. He told to sneak down here, et with you, and follow your instructions. Then he fell asleep.

Fell asleep? You were at his bedside? Greta asked, eyes going wider, and her face reddening.

No, no. He's got this chair made of skeleton bits that he uses to get him around when he's too tired to walk. Apollyon shuddered. I know it's legal now, and they're all unclaid bones, but still...

That's definitely been the hardest thing to get used to, Chase nodded.

Oh yes! Greta nodded, pigtails flying as she tried to reach her hands across the table toward Apollyon. I was so scared the first ti I heard that necromancy was the way of the kingdom, here. See! They tremble!

Um, Apollyon said, stretching a gauntlet out, then drawing it back. If you say so.

ANYWAY! Chase said, shooting Greta a glare, We're going to need you to help us escape from here.

Apollyon stared at her, jaw dropping. Wait. What?

Several hours later, after Chase and Greta had gotten a hasty nap, they were woken by alarm bells. Alarm bells, and the groaning and cracking of the door as the stone of the fra around it warped, buckling and cracking it free of its hinges.

Co on, Chase said, poking her sister awake... and hesitating, as she saw what she was wearing. Or rather, wasn't wearing. Oh you shaless hussy! Put your dress on!

What? What? Oh no there's no ti! said a grinning, shift-clad Greta. We'd better go right now!

Five minutes later, after Chase had threatened Greta with bodily harm sufficiently and a heavily blushig Apollyon had said that no, it was fine, he'd wait, and PLEASE get decent, everyone was properly dressed and ready to go.

Apollyon led them upstairs a flight, then paused at a landing. Ah... this is the place.

The heavy guard post is right above us? Chase asked, making sure.

Yes.

Good. Got the snacks and the wine?

Right here, Apollyon reached into his backpack and pulled out a couple of small parcels, and a bottle.

Late-night snack, then, Greta said, taking them from him and 'accidentally' brushing his arm. Even though she had to stand on tiptoe to do it.

They polished them off in short order after they found an empty dungeon cell, and settled in for what was by Halven standards a rushed and uncomfortable al. It only lasted half an hour! While they ate, the alarm bells fell silent, and Chase nodded in satisfaction at the tromp of boots overhead, and the clink of armor. The stone floor was pretty thick, but those were, indeed, heavy guard.

Right! she announced, now on to the next part. Did you confirm it? Are you an elite mber of your guild?

I am... Apollyon said, packing up the remnants of the food. Is this part really necessary?

Oh yes, Chase said, grinning widely. Do your part now.

Shaking his head, Apollyon turned his back to them, covered his eyes, and started counting.

Co on. We're hiding together, Chase said, taking Greta's arm and pulling her out into the hallway.

But it's more fun if he has to look for us separately, Greta said, her face completely innocent.

Chase scowled at her. Don't lie to a liar. I'm not giving you any chance to be alone with him.

Greta's eyes went a little TOO wide. What? Oh, I would NEVER...

Not if you keep pulling this while we're on the job, you won't. Save it for when we're done.

Her big sister rolled her eyes, and let Chase lead her to an empty cell.

It took Apollyon a while to find them. He wasn't the most perceptive of people. Which only ant that Greta's flirting was at ludicrously blatant levels by Halven standards, after he did finally track them down, and they casually walked up to the castle proper, and into the southern courtyard. Chase eyed the moon, weighed how her legs were feeling, and finally nodded. All right. Ti for the last part. Go get your guard friend. Ah... you're sure we can trust her?

Her? Greta asked, frowning.

Yes, we can, Apollyon said. I'll go check the post and make sure she's awake. Wait here.

A few minutes later, he arrived with a middle-aged woman in tow. Chase heard Greta's sigh of relief and rolled her eyes as the woman smiled and offered a wave with one mailed hand. I'm Gladys. What do you need from ?

It's going to sound a little weird, Chase said, turning and pointing to a corner of the courtyard. But we need you to march back and forth over there, patrolling, as it were. And while you do this, we're going to dodge around you.

Gladys looked skeptical, but set to marching, and Chase and Greta spent a good frew minutes running in front of, behind, and around her.

But halvens are not sturdy, and before long Chase deed it enough. They thanked Gladys, swore her to secrecy, and Apollyon escorted her back to her post.

After it beco evident that Greta really hated to see him leave but loved to watch him go, Chase offered her a handkerchief. You're drooling.

She wasn't, but it was fun to watch her sister's mouth snap shut, and her glare brought impish glee to Chase's heart.

We've been on the road a long ti, and he's halven-trained and ah, that hair, Greta whispered, flipping her braids over her shoulder. I've seen how you look at Thomasi, Chase Berrymore, so you have no room to speak.

Chase grimaced. There's nothing there, she told her sister. You know his... situation. I have to save him. And in any case I'm too young and he's too old.

Your eyes tell a different story when you see him.

That's because I can dream. Chase said, looking away. And yes, it's fantasy. With who he is, with what he is, that's all it could ever be. But leave my fantasy. I need so comfort on the long nights.

I'll leave you that if you let flirt with this tall snack, Greta said, pointing as Apollyon ca back to the courtyard. I don't expect anything to happen here either, but I want to have fun, and this keeps in practice if soone tastier cos along. Do we have a deal?

Deal? Apollyon asked, catching the last few words.

Nothing you need to worry about, Chase lied to his face, as she shook Greta's hand. Co on. We have everything we need now.

Apollyon produced two more hooded cloaks, the three of them made sure their faces were more or less shadowed in a properly sinister fashion, and the three of them walked straight out of the servant's door and into the city just a little past midnight.

So... where exactly are we going now? Apollyon asked.

An inn, first, Chase said, pulling out her fortuna cards and checking them over. So place with a al and a table, where I can figure out where to find the people we need to impress...

Three hours later, in one of the worst parts of Cylvania City, in a dark and well-insulated room with bloodstains on the floor, Chase and Greta sat on chairs facing a circle of masked people.

The presence of magic was heavy in the air; the weight of attention was heavier. And Chase didn't bother to hide her nervousness as she looked around the room, surveying the black leather masks surrounding them, with only eyeslits breaking up the smooth, polished surfaces.

The magic felt of divination. She would have known that even if her cards hadn't warned her this was coming. They had broken out the heavy enchantnts, to make sure that no lie would pass unnoticed.

The figure who seed to be in charge broke the silence. You say you were their prisoners?

Chase nodded. More or less. We were like guests at the beginning, but after a ti they showed their true intentions. Towards the end we ate our als under heavy guard.

She marked which one the leader looked to; that was the one running the truth spell. And sure enough, there was a slight nod as the mage confird her words.

And you escaped.

With the help of a friend we made, Greta said, her poker face almost as good as Chase's. But it wasn't easy. We played hide and seek with one of their elite guild mbers. He'll probably be looking for us later.

But we think we can use that, Chase said. He was a little sympathetic to our discussions. We're pretty sure we can bring him to our cause.

That got another check, and another nod, and Chase sighed in relief. The tension was definitely easing.

And what is your cause? The leader asked, and Chase kept her worry to herself. This was the part she hadn't prepared for.

This land has unnatural practices, she hedged. Where I'm from, they would be considered obscene! All true. I see no reason that harmful and blasphemous practices should continue, and I don't mind doing a little good while I'm here.

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Chase felt a surge of relief... and so part of it must have shown on her face, because just as the leader was turning to look at the mage, he paused, and whipped his head back to face her. His eyes burned into her own.

This still feels... convenient. There's a lot at stake. The leader said, standing, and motioning in their direction. Chase heard a stir of clothing and armor, and swallowed as hands clamped down on her shoulders. Steel rasped on leather, and she knew she was inches from death.

And a part of her smiled to see it. A part of her rejoiced in the thrill.

This was what had drawn her out of her boring forr life.

This was what had led her out into the woods, to find help, and what had kept her going when she found adventure again.

This was what her god had prepared her for.

And because things co in threes, she sealed the deal with the last lie she'd prepared this evening. A lie that was a truth, just taken out of context.

Oh please, Chase said, putting steel in her voice, and contempt in her eyes. We spent far too long dodging patrols during our escape to waste ti with this stuff. If you're going to kill us do it, otherwise tell how to help. Because one way or another, I want to fix this land, and I think with your help I can solve the problems it's having right now. So what's it to be?

The leader looked to the mage.

Chase held her breath.

And when the mage nodded, the leader nodded, pulled off his mask, and smiled. He was a hando man as humans went, but far more satisfying were the sensations of the hands leaving her shoulders, and the awareness that the people behind her had backed away.

Welco to the resistance, he said, offering his hand, and she shook, smiling.

I very much look forward to working with you, Chase said, as she began sizing him up and figuring out the best way to go about ruining this poor bastard's life.