by Mousen » 01/17/2015 6:13 PM
[It's fine, mine is pretty late too. This is a pretty long post, oops, but I had no idea how to do this otherwise.]
Turpin stood up. "I'll be a moment, then." She nodded at her two clients before walking out of the pub. Leaning against the building, she fished her phone out of one of her many pockets and called Taylor. They picked up after the third or fourth ring.
"Hello, this is Taylor Doxie may I ask who's calling please?" The voice trilled, cheery and melodious.
"You can ask, but I make no promises."
The voice at the other end of the phone chuckled. "Oh, Arty, it's nice to hear from you! I was worried something had happened. Is there something going on?"
Oh. That nick name again, huh? Turpin had no idea where Taylor had picked up that one from, well, she knew where, from her initials, R. T., but from who, Turpin wasn't sure. "Nothing that's going to endanger me, I think. But some clients are pretty desperate to talk to you, they've got some sort of... er, time thing-y going on in Lamenolai, could be trouble."
The soft, but concerned hum from Taylor was enough to let Turpin know that they were going to take up the case. Lamenolai was home turf for them, so it made sense for them to be worried, after all, if something was going on and they didn't know about it. "Are they trustworthy?" Taylor asked suddenly, after a moment or two.
"Seem to be, as far as I can tell. But I wouldn't bet my life on it."
"Eh," they said, and Turpin could just imagine Taylor waving their hand dismissively as they said it. "Give them our address, worst case scenario Bram and I can defend the place. I don't want to take any chances with this problem, though. Tell them to turn up soon as possible."
"Thanks, Taylor."
"Just doing my job, Arty." With that, they hung up.
Turpin walked back into the pub and sat down opposite Jessamine and Kingsway. "Good news, chaps. Taylor has told me to give you their address and you're to turn up ASAP, since they're worried it's serious if they haven't noticed anything." Turpin was almost surprised at how well things were going, normally things at this point were getting tense, with touchy clients or reticent contacts.
We’re all hysterical & going nowhere together.
C’mon rapture. Let’s go bedazzling.
Nothing gets futured without its own spitshine
& I’m already not not not not not not miraculous.