Evelyn slowly walks up to the stage, and stands next to the man
…
What?
She slowly grabs his neck, and pulls him down to her level, nearly strangling him.
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The man pulls something out from behind his back, and does something with it towards her.
“Proposing already?” Evelyn asks, mentally preparing herself to get tased.
Her grip is let go, and she stumbles backwards, damaged.
“If I may speak up,” Deryn spoke, a gleam in the silhouetted figure’s eye, "strangling someone in front of witnesses isn’t an enjoyable mystery by any stretch of the imagination. How dull. Wait until the victim’s backstage next time, Evelyn.”
“…”
“Fucking idiot.”
“I… like your…” Evelyn jolts as she gets tased. “… hair…”
“…”
“…”
“Freak. Get the hell off my stand.”
Electricity courses through her, and she fidgets. It’s impressive that’s she’s even standing, still. “S… Sure… What kinda… shampoo you use?” She slowly kinda hobbles off the stage back to her seat.
…
The man stares at her as she slowly walks off the stage.
“Freak…”
The man quickly regains his composure, and stares at everyone else.
“Highest bid is 10 gold.”
Stick climbed down from the top of his chair. He must have climbed up there in the chaos, though he hadn’t realized it at the time. He returned his attention to the auction.
He refrained from bidding, however.
"I wouldn’t be totally surprised if she changed your script,” Deryn spoke up, raising his arms over his head: the motion revealed a strange texture on his arms in place of skin, as though he was wearing a strange feathery coat. The shadows continued to obstruct his full appearance.
…Wait a moment, Deryn had been in the other room when the auctioneer mentioned the changed script. No human could’ve heard that from over there.
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Evelyn is too disoriented to respond. She all but collapses as she gets back to her seat.
“…”
“…”
“Wouldn’t put it past her.”
“Mrasdglnkph…” The blue-eyed girl mumbles.
It’s difficult to tell if being tased has made her less annoying or, what had seemed impossible beforehand, even more annoying.
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“Give the stranger the food,” Deryn suggested, "and let’s just continue with the auction.”