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Febuwhump day 1: Helpless
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Day 1: Helpless
Algy & EvS, 500 words
"Ah, Bigglesworth's associate," said the henchman, leaning over him, as Algy wrenched in frustration at his half-numb hands and feet where coarse, heavy ropes bound him to the table. A rusty saw was thrust in front of his face. "Let's see what we might—"
That was as far as the would-be torturer got before he was clouted on the head with the butt of a pistol and collapsed. Thus revealed, von Stalhein looked down at Algy with a faintly amused expression.
"You," Algy said, with the general sense that his voice fully expressed his heartfelt opinions on how this day had gone.
"Lacey," von Stalhein said, his voice tinged with dust-dry amusement. "Right where I want you."
"Untie me right now, you—"
Fortunately for von Stalhein's continued health, and at the cost of Algy's planned insults for his parentage, heritage, and anything else that came to mind, a small knife appeared in his hand and deftly split the ropes holding Algy's hands and ankles. Algy was still struggling to sit up when a hand slipped under the center of his back and helped him rise. Von Stalhein supported him while Algy grimly convinced his tingling feet to hold his weight, then released him as soon as he managed to stand on his own, resting a hand on the edge of the table.
"Where's Biggles?" Algy asked. There was no question that Biggles was around somewhere, because von Stalhein definitely wouldn't be performing any sort of rescue on his own. The question was where and in what condition.
"Handling things upstairs," von Stalhein said calmly.
He hadn't even hinted at asking for thanks, or seem to expect it. Which was probably why Algy wanted to give it to him. Especially after implying that he would have preferred to be rescued by Biggles. Which was ... well ... true. But that didn't mean he preferred his previous circumstances.
"Thanks," Algy said.
Von Stalhein merely nodded. His matter-of-fact acceptance helped smooth things over, and Algy straightened up, getting his bearings.
"I guess we'd better get out of here. Got a weapon for me?"
Wordlessly, Von Stalhein turned his pistol and held the grip end out to Algy.
"Oh come on, I'm not taking your gun."
"I will be fine with this," von Stalhein said, deftly appropriating the saw from the man on the floor.
Algy raised an eyebrow at him, but without further arguing, checked the load in the pistol. "Creepy as always. Thank you for that."
A swift quirk at one corner of the thin mouth was Algy's only answer. But there was genuine amusement in it. And, Algy supposed, if there was a person who could fight his way past several armed guards using nothing but a saw, it was von Stalhein. Anyway, Biggles was mopping things up on the floor above them.
"You know where we're going, so you might as well lead," Algy said. "If you trust me not to shoot you in the back."
Von Stalhein, unhesitating, went first. Trying not to think about what that meant, Algy followed him.
Day 1: Helpless
Algy & EvS, 500 words
"Ah, Bigglesworth's associate," said the henchman, leaning over him, as Algy wrenched in frustration at his half-numb hands and feet where coarse, heavy ropes bound him to the table. A rusty saw was thrust in front of his face. "Let's see what we might—"
That was as far as the would-be torturer got before he was clouted on the head with the butt of a pistol and collapsed. Thus revealed, von Stalhein looked down at Algy with a faintly amused expression.
"You," Algy said, with the general sense that his voice fully expressed his heartfelt opinions on how this day had gone.
"Lacey," von Stalhein said, his voice tinged with dust-dry amusement. "Right where I want you."
"Untie me right now, you—"
Fortunately for von Stalhein's continued health, and at the cost of Algy's planned insults for his parentage, heritage, and anything else that came to mind, a small knife appeared in his hand and deftly split the ropes holding Algy's hands and ankles. Algy was still struggling to sit up when a hand slipped under the center of his back and helped him rise. Von Stalhein supported him while Algy grimly convinced his tingling feet to hold his weight, then released him as soon as he managed to stand on his own, resting a hand on the edge of the table.
"Where's Biggles?" Algy asked. There was no question that Biggles was around somewhere, because von Stalhein definitely wouldn't be performing any sort of rescue on his own. The question was where and in what condition.
"Handling things upstairs," von Stalhein said calmly.
He hadn't even hinted at asking for thanks, or seem to expect it. Which was probably why Algy wanted to give it to him. Especially after implying that he would have preferred to be rescued by Biggles. Which was ... well ... true. But that didn't mean he preferred his previous circumstances.
"Thanks," Algy said.
Von Stalhein merely nodded. His matter-of-fact acceptance helped smooth things over, and Algy straightened up, getting his bearings.
"I guess we'd better get out of here. Got a weapon for me?"
Wordlessly, Von Stalhein turned his pistol and held the grip end out to Algy.
"Oh come on, I'm not taking your gun."
"I will be fine with this," von Stalhein said, deftly appropriating the saw from the man on the floor.
Algy raised an eyebrow at him, but without further arguing, checked the load in the pistol. "Creepy as always. Thank you for that."
A swift quirk at one corner of the thin mouth was Algy's only answer. But there was genuine amusement in it. And, Algy supposed, if there was a person who could fight his way past several armed guards using nothing but a saw, it was von Stalhein. Anyway, Biggles was mopping things up on the floor above them.
"You know where we're going, so you might as well lead," Algy said. "If you trust me not to shoot you in the back."
Von Stalhein, unhesitating, went first. Trying not to think about what that meant, Algy followed him.
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Also apparently under Biggles’s influence, Erich has progressed from instantly killing inconvenient baddies to hitting them with a pistol butt in classic Biggles style!
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I love how clear it is that he and Algy do actually trust each other here, even as they're grousing - you get a real sense that this is their relationship now, they still snipe at one another more or less constantly but there's no real animosity behind it anymore <3
And "Creepy as always" absolutely cracked me up, Algy ILU.
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I really love that Biggles is handling things upstairs. As he would. Trying to hurt or torture his friends is a really bad way to go.
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