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[hasmommyissues]

[ Silva opened his eyes and slowly got to his feet. His face was bloodied. His normally tidy blonde hair is ruffled and body ached more then it usually did.

There were a number of things he hadn't expected within the past hour. He hadn't expected Bond to blow up Skyfall, He hadn't expected that explosion to take out his helicopter driver and as a result cause it crash into the burning building resulting in another bigger explosion that took him down in the process.

But what he really didn't expect...was to wake up in a hedge maze. What exactly was going on here? Had James brought him here? ]

A game?...at this stage in events Mr Bond?

[ He sighs and shakes his head.  Oh well might as well play along since there's no where else for him to go. Onwards he goes sounding out of breath and occasionally collapsing from exhaustion]

Marco....

[OOC: Open for action or over the journals...take your pick!]

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[savethedarkness]

[M was taking the evening's dinner offering out of the oven at the Death Match - macaroni and cheese, hardly haute cuisine - when the familiar voice came over the journal. it was all she could do not to drop the glass casserole dish on the floor, but she set it down with a heavy thud, nonetheless. even that, in itself, took control, and her hand slipped out of the potholder, burning her wrist slightly. she bit her lip to keep from hissing in pain, bit it until it bled, and closed her eyes.

of course he brought the taste of blood with him when he arrived. somehow, she shouldn't have been surprised.

she should have been even less surprised at the fact he was there, at all. she'd got off rather light through that whole dinosaur business, after all, and even the Event Horizon could have been a worse cock-up than it had been.

still, her mind was already racing as she moved to lock the doors to the bar. he couldn't know she was there. not even in the slightest. she had to do something. fast. before someone who didn't know any better told him everything he needed to know.]

[hasmommyissues]

Marco... [He calls out again. It's a good job you're locking the doors M. Silva still thinks this is the Scottish Moors and won't stop until he finds you.

Or you know...somebody tells him where he is. Whichever happens first.]

[savethedarkness]

[oh you have fun with that. Marco bloody Polo indeed. she doesn't dare close the journal and lose track of him, but she's maintaining as close to radio silence as she can, not even a cough. hopefully there's enough other ambient noise from the other residents to cover up her movements, though. she'll leave the journal in the back kitchen as she moves to lock and bar the doors.]

Definitely action

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine had been outside for a walk to enjoy the summer evening when she thought she heard something from the maze. Movement, heavy breathing... perhaps a word? Or was she just imagining it?

Well, there's one way to test it out. She walks up closer to the edge of the hedge, a little wary in case it's one of the castle's more malicious tricks.]

Polo?

Action all the way.

[hasmommyissues]

[Silva stops himself...was that a child’s voice?

What could a little one be doing out so late?]

Very good, very good little one.

Would it be too much trouble for you to show yourself? I fear I may have gotten myself a little lost.

[wizard_redfive]

[Rude. Fourteen does not count as a child, and definitely does not require an early bedtime.

After some consideration, Dairine starts to climb up the hedge. The leaves russle as she progresses up and up, until her scowling face pops up over the wall.]

I'm not that little.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia has been reading Ovidius by the hedge maze. It is summer after all and most of the flowers are in full bloom with not a trace of decay. If she has paid so dearly for living among such perfection, well, she should make the most of it. She would ignore any passersby usually, when they are not worth her attention, but this is a game she knows and she is in a mood to play.

Snapping her book closed, she starts moving away from the sound of footsteps. She wouldn't want to make this too easy for him, whoever it might be. ]

Polo.

[hasmommyissues]

[A woman’s voice?

And it's not mothers either...it could be another one of James's floozy's? The man was known for them after all.

He reaches for his gun only to find it had been taken. He sighed in an over dramatic fashion. This was starting to be a massive inconvenience now.

Might as well play on and try to find the exit.]

Marco...

[heloise]

[ Even without calling out, she isn't the most silent; dress dragging across the grass and a chuckle to accompany. She is only moving about the maze and now stopping at a dead end, trying to get away from him but needing to gauge where he is, first. Can't be making this too easy now. ]

Polo.

Oh let's do action

[last_rat_standing]

[Bond had been on his evening patrol when he heard a voice saying his name. Not just a voice. THE voice. The voice he'd heard in his dreams for weeks after he'd first arrived. The voice he'd heard in the hell he'd been trapped in on the Event Horizon. The voice he'd hoped he would never hear again.

Bloody hell.

He slows, stepping carefully behind the nearest hedge as he waited for the man to come closer. He wasn't going to engage him unless he had to but he had to watch him. M was in the castle, after all, and he was sure as hell not going to let Silva near her until he knew the full picture.]

How could we not?

[hasmommyissues]

[Silva manages to find his way towards the exit. He's not a stupid man after all. He stops to get his breath for a minute...this day has been so exhausting for him.

He stares into the distance...is that a castle he can see? Where on earth had Bond dropped him? There wasn't another castle near Skyfall house for miles.

He allows himself a small chuckle before proceeding towards the castle. He keeps his guard up though. He knows there's a possibility there might be somebody watching.]

Because we're gluttons for punishment?

[last_rat_standing]

[Always too smart for your own good, Silva. Of COURSE there's a possibility someone's watching. Bond silently watches the man pass, registering the state he's in. He comes from around the same time Bond does if the amount of blood and dirt he's covered in is any indication. That could either make things easier or much harder depending on the exact moment. No matter. Silva doesn't need to know that - he doesn't need to know any of that.

Bond would shoot him down, now, and call it done if he didn't already know that he'd be back in two weeks and likely even more insane from the trip. For now he just follows him, trying to glean what information he can about the man's mental state.]

[solowingpixy]

[At the namedropping of Bond, Pixy's attention might be roused. He may look over the journal in curiosity, but ever the secretive mercenary, he won't drop that he happens to know a dude named Bond.]

I'm pretty sure you won't be findin' a guy named Marco around here.

[hasmommyissues]

[Silva notices the journal on the floor. He gives it a curious look before picking it up to inspect it.]

Well aren't you just adorable? Hmm hardly the most cutting edge of devices, but there is something about a talking book that I just find so...cute!

I would love to know how you work.

[solowingpixy]

[... 'cute'? Really?]

Wouldn't we all. If you find somethin' out, feel free to let us in on the secret.

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike is another one pinged by the mention of Mr. Mysterious. Curiosity is a terrible thing... Has he found his magic book yet?]

Can anyone join in?

[hasmommyissues]

[Words and voices...is there anything this thing doesn't do?]

But of course.

I would hate to exclude the other boys and girls from the fun and games.

[gottaknockhard]

[Wow, speaking of voices, that couldn't sound creepier with his. So obviously he's someone he should get to know.]

I may be a little too old for that category.

Listening in

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss didn't say a word - but when he mentioned 'Mr. Bond'. Her attention perked, but she decided to just keep listening in. To watch, to see what was going to happen.]

[hasmommyissues]

[All you'll be getting Katniss is a low slightly insane chuckle followed by more of the same.]

Marco...

[The voice is getting closer to the entrance now.]

[the_effect_she_has]

[After a few repetitions of that, Katniss can feel the chill move through her bones. Killers like this she knows. She's trained with them. She's survived them. She's sure Bond has too ... but Bond isn't insane like this one is.]

[So that is why Katniss grabs her weapons, and heads towards the castle swiftly. Silently praying she's not too late.]

Dictated

[deltacain]

Mǎ qiú...? I mean, Polo?

[Why, yes, that was Chinese. Someone has been burying themselves in their research again.]

Dictated

[hasmommyissues]

Rúhé péiyǎng.

But I'm afraid I know everything I need to about China thank you.

[His tone is quite dry...China is still a touchy subject for him despite the Island in Macau.]

Hope I'm not too late! Just got back from a weekend out of town.

[deductiongeek]

[Conan's attention is immediately caught at the name of Bond. True, it was a common name. It was quite possible that this was about an entirely different Bond.

Possible. But knowing the castle's past history? Not very likely.

Conan wanted to know more.]

Isn't it late to be starting games?

Welcome to the Silva party...don't forget the complimentary bag of crazy at the door.

[hasmommyissues]

[More voices...and sounds like another child.]

Why is everybody coming from this book so down on games?

Are you all so afraid just to be a little spontaneous now and again?