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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]

[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.

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[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Fix this. Now.

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[After rolling her eyes, she gives her hand another flick, clearing his bed. The dresser falls to the foot of the bed with the end-table balanced upside-down on it.]

Better?

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[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[No, actually it isn't. And it's pretty easy to tell by the look on his face.]

Just get out.

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

I thought you wanted a piano.

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[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

I did not ask for my room to be destroyed in the process!

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[She waves dismissively, then sets to arranging her hair how she wants it.]

Oh, calm down, even if anything was broken--

and none of it is--

It usually repairs itself. You just have to give it a moment.