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Operation: Floroot Jailbreak is a go. Zeph said as Guzore backed out of the alley and walked into view of the guards.
He chuckled slightly as Guzore began his dance- It reminded him of something, though he had no idea what...(Ribbit!)
Thats right... stare at the dancer. He thought, as the guards became more and more entranced by his dancing.
I've gotta hand it to him, those are some pretty good moves. Zeph thought, as he peered around the side of the building.
Okay, they're facing away from the door.Phase 1: Pyrite- is a go. Zeph grinned, he was obviously pleased with his own joke.
He looked back quickly, then motioned for Shia and Jack to follow his lead.
Zeph then shimmied along the wall, around the corner, overly dramatically.
He proceeded to crouch and hide behind bushes and pillars, for effect.
Okay team heres- Zeph began to whisper behind him, until he noticed that Jack and Shia were already crouched down beside a bush next to the door.
>.> Zeph somehow put into a noise of disgruntlement.
Within seconds he was in front of the kitchen door, smelling the fragrances of root beet escape through the threshold.
Zeph bent dow in front of the door lock.
Alohomora He whispered to the lock, making a dramatic gesture as the lock was suppose to do... something.
....????
Zeph reached his hand up, and turned the door knob.
Oh. He said, as the door creaked open. It was already unlocked. He laughed soundlessly at the creakiness of the door.
He then ducked through the door, leaving it open so Jack and Shia could follow behind.
Within seconds of being in the kitchen, Zeph analyzed everything he could- his eyes glowing a bright blue.
3 Chefs.
Chef 1- Brown hair, brown eyes. Boring, name is probably something like Bob.
Mild knee ligimental injury, weak point. Proof due to limp in right leg. Unable to defend, due to old age
placement- 60-70. Cooking(?) Root Beer.
Chef 2- physical characteristics unimportant, bland, average, dull. Poses no threat.
Cooking root beer? Again? What's with these guys and root beer? Wait. No, silver knife.
Knives. Kitchen.
Of course, of course there'd be knives.
Chef 3- Tall, Straightened Posture, Stiff Movements.
Army.
Grass stains on left pant-leg and right-arm equate to sneaking around in the gardens outside.
Military + Sneaking around = Thief.
Knife concealed in pant pocket, non-standard issue grade.
Purchased.
He plans on stealing something- but what?
Irrelevant.
3 Chefs.
We can distract- Zeph thought, in a matter of seconds- before his thoughts were interrupted.
Suddenly, a small red object flew through the air, over Zeph's head, and into the storage closet.
Crack!Exploded the object, causing various objects to topple onto the floor.
The 3 guards all reacted by running over into the closet, one withdrawing a knife.
-Or that. Zeph said, rather proud of that idea.
Okay, we can celebrate later, quickly- come on! He said, sprinting out of the kitchen, and down a corridor.
He stopped, and leaned against a wall to catch his breath.
Whew. Okay, nice job team! Lets see, whats next? Next- Next- Next. Ah, that's right!
Okay, Shia, Zeph said, turning towards Shia so he could make sure she understood what to do.
Can you get the guards, or wardens, cell keys- It will be vital to opening Drimaethors cell. I don't want to rely on the assumption that it isn't warded from spells.
And Jack- Zeph said, now looking at Jack.
You and I are going to find the map of the floor plans. The wardens office should be just- Zeph closed his eyes and concentrated on the flow of energy throughout the floor.
-Down the hall somewhere. You should be able to find it. We'll need to find Drimaethor's Cell, and just like you said, he should be the newest entry.
I'll make sure guards stay out of our way.
Shia, run down this way and find us when you've got the keys- or just, you know. Shout if you get into any trouble. Zeph smiled, attempting to reassure her.
Everybody got it? We'll need to work quickly. Zeph said, examining the peculiarly placed barrel next to him. It seemed to be filled with...
Root Beer.