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For the Q & You prose quest~


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"No no," Blufoo said softly. "It's 'I am pleased to greet you'." As she enunciated each word to her undead shadow servant, a bell rang on the far end of the hall.
This bell signalled visitors to the underground library. Hardly anyone knew this place existed, or if they did they didn't know how to get here.
The librarian put her dark right index finger to her lips as she turned to her grombie servant before stepping from her desk to go to the door.

She'd been attempting to teach her shadow servant how to speak proper english. While she normally studied, today she had felt she'd read enough and was trying to pass the time another way. It appeared this was all for the better as she walked the long distance to the door- had she been in a book, she probably would not have noticed the ring from the new, mysterious patron.

"Hello," the blue-eyed, white-haired, scantily clad Elven greeted to the stranger. "It's not often we get visitors here."

The visitor was much more clothed than she- wore a maroon shirt with black long sleeves, pants and shoes of the same color, as well as sported a dark brown tail that did not match the greyed hair on the man. In all respects, all his skin was covered. He even wore gloves. His fingers and face showed the only skin, and even that was interrupted by a large diagonal scar across the bridge of his nose, black "whisker" tattooes coming up from his chin and dark sunglasses over his eyes. His hair was long, covering half of his face.

Blufoo on the otherhand held a thin tanned body full of curves. She was slightly shorter than the stranger, and all she wore was a white sash and small bra with kiki slippers over her feet. The sash covered the "important" parts of her, and even had a fashionable angel wing at the shoulder connected to the bra to help it keep up and holding.

The man took one look over the Elf and replied with a much rougher voice than she had queried with: "And I wonder what sort of visitors you would get."
His voice was stained with disapproval. He looked around the area instead of the librarian, attempting to take in his surroundings. He grimaced and cut off the Elf before she managed to defend herself from his sexist remark.
"Look, I'm lost. Can you just tell me how to get to Halloweentown?"

At that moment, a pale undead human had managed to sneak inbetween the two, whose moods were becoming more dreary by the second.
"Plezzed to met yew," it slobbered, drool spitting onto the floor as it spoke.

Blufoo and the stranger both glared to the shadow servant before the Elf finally spoke up. "Please, don't mind him," she was attempting to still be cordial, but the distrust was still present in her voice. "Halloweentown is far away from here. You have to go back up and--"

The stranger, who was known as Q, spied a small section of the library littered with gold antiquities. Probably worth millions- maybe billions- of gold.
"Hey wait," he interrupted. Clearly this character had no concept of manners. "Is this that library, that, uh.." he snapped his fingers as he tried to come up with the name. "Gizamaluke's Grotto? Levathan's? .... ********."

Blufoo crossed her arms over her breasts, arching a brow. This man was dangerously close to uncovering something confidential. He wasn't looking like a lost puppy anymore.

And that was when Q took a handgun from his belt- the holster had been hidden beneath the untucked tails of his shirt- and pointed it right at Blufoo. "Yeah," he convinced himself. "It is."

The Elf took a step back. "What are you talking about? Put that thing away."

"Sorry, I think your little treasures are more important to my employer than what was in Halloweentown."