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[kingofthisworld]

How does one go about contacting this...'Captain Redd'? I have a request to make of him.

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

If you're looking to move that piano to your room, I could do that for you.

For a price, of course.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Who said anything about that piano?

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

No one. I was making a baseless assumption.

At least I wasn't accusing you of plotting my demise.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Your demise could very well be closer to my intent.

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

It could.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

So yes, bring the piano to my room. And we shall see.

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[She cackles.]

Payment first~!

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

I have nothing you could possibly want.

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

Don't be so modest.

First, what is your room number?

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Room six-three-seven-one. On deck seven.

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[Ten minutes later there's a ratta-tat-tat on your door.]

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[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He answers after a moment.]

I did not think you were serious.

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

But I am always serious.

[She smiles.]

That's one-third of your payment. The second part is inviting me in.

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[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He steps aside to allow her entry.]

Please. Make yourself at home.

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[She steps inside, looks around and laughs to herself.]

Exactly like mine.

I was afraid of that...

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[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

What do you want, Midna?

[He shuts the door, a little harder than he meant to and it slams.]

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

We'll have to rearrange things a little.

[After throwing him a smirk over her shoulder--she's not afraid to turn her back--she cracks her knuckles.]

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[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He makes no move to help her, instead watching her carefully.]

What is the point of this?

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

You made me lug a piano all the way to your room and you're asking me what the point is?

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[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He looks incredulous.]

You mean to say you've actually brought it?

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

Of course.

Am I allowed to rearrange your room to make a space for it?

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[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Do as you see fit.

[Comment log] Redo, that grammar sucked

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[Midna smirks, then lifts a hand and flicks it at the wrist. All the furniture in the room flies to one wall and piles up. Only the bed is left right-side up, with the nightstand and the dresser on it.

Once it all settles, she holds out both hands and the piano materializes and lands heavily on the floor, strings vibrating unhappily. She giggles at the ugly sound.]

Oops. That wasn't very gentle.

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[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Be prepared to fix this.

[He hasn't even acknowledged the piano. Instead, he's staring at the mess piled up against the wall.]

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

Don't worry. It's fine.

[She turns and smiles.]

Now, you still owe me the last part of my payment.