Third Floor Hallways, Saturday Afternoon

[way-black.livejournal.com]

Secret Agent Gerard was pacing down and up the length of the hallway on the third floor.

So, someone had wiped his memory and that of his secret-agent partner, Will Jonie, and had left them in the hallway of what appeared to be a dormitory of some sort.

And whoever had done it had wiped his mind so thoroughly, he couldn't remember what a 'burger' was, though Jonie had assured him that such a thing really did exist.

Secret Agent Gerard Smith (Smith seemed like a very functional last name, as he couldn't seem to remember having a last name, either) was looking for clues. Which mostly involved stopping next to the garbage can, glowering at it for a moment, and walking away from it again while he tried to work up the nerve to check inside of it for possible bombs or flesh-eating parakeets.

It could happen.

(The hallway is open like an open thing.)

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[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Why no." Robin said. "But there seems to be a lot of that going around. Taminella must be even more fiendish than I thought."

[way-black.livejournal.com]

Fiendish. There was a good word for it.

Gerard was thinking more along the lines of "maniacal criminal mastermind," but fiendish would work as well. The cursed felt thing was very wise.

"And did the documents mention where one might find this criminal so that she might be brought to justice?"

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin sighed. "No, unfortunately not. It did mention that she had an ogre as her servant though."

[way-black.livejournal.com]

For whatever reason, Gerard was somewhat skeptical about the existence of large ogres. But if the truth really was out there, he reminded himself, he should take all pieces of evidence with a grain of salt.

"I haven't seen any ogres," he remarked. "But I'll be certain to keep an eye out for them."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Good idea. I'm doing the same, in my real form I'm sure I could take one on, but like this?" He gave a heavy sigh.

[way-black.livejournal.com]

Gerard nodded sympathetically.

"At the very least," he offered, "being so small gives you a stealth advantage. Stay to the shadows, don't be seen- it's easier when you're..."

Maybe about a foot tall and made of felt, apparently.

"You'll be fine."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Thanks." Robin said, feeling a bit better. "Best of luck to you Sir Smith."

[way-black.livejournal.com]

Gerard nodded grimly.

"And to you as well. I hope your paranormal issues are solved most expediently."

He was a covert secret agent. He was going to use big words. Because they made him feel important.