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The shortening days of November mean that 'evening' starts early in Milliways.

"Here we go," Rae says with good cheer, cradling a big bowl of popcorn in her arms as she holds open the door to her room, to let Autor bring the drinks in. "I think we're set."

Date: 2015-11-28 05:50 am (UTC)
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"That would be awful," Autor says, shaking his head. "I don't think I could forgive it if it goes that route."

Rugen runs down the hall with Inigo hot on his heels, prompting Autor to say, "I swear, this castle is all corridors."

Fezzik returns to find Westley missing. Rugen runs through a couple of rooms and down a flight of stairs, pausing only to draw a dagger from his boot--which he hurls into Inigo's belly.

"I'm sorry, Father," Inigo says, leaning against the wall. "I tried. I tried."

"You must be that little Spanish brat I taught a lesson to all those years ago," Rugen says, stalking forward. "Simply incredible. Have you been chasing me your whole life only to fail now? I think that's the worst thing I've ever heard. How marvelous."

"What a villain," Autor says.

Buttercup enters her rooms, and finds a dagger to hold against her chest. Westley interrupts her, laying on the bed.

"There's a shortage of perfect breasts in the world," he says, and Autor blushes. "T'would be a pity to damage yours."

"Westley! Westley darling!" Buttercup says, throwing herself on the prone Dread Pirate Roberts to kiss him senseless. "Westley, why won't you hold me?"

"Gently," he says.

"At a time like this, that's all you can think to say?" Buttercup says, lifting his head to smother him in kisses. "Gently?"

"Gently!" Westley says, and she drops his head against the headboard. He grunts.

Meanwhile, Inigo pulls the dagger out and gets to his feet.

"Good heavens," Rugen says. "Are you still trying to win? You've got an overdeveloped sense of vengeance. It's going to get you into trouble someday." He draws his sword and thrusts forward, aiming for the heart. Inigo deflects it, burying the point in his arm, and again to the other arm.

"Hello," Inigo says, blocking his sword twice more. "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

He falls against a table, and pushes himself up to block Count Rugen's sword again. "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

He thrusts with his sword to meet Rugen's. "Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya! You killed my father! Prepare to die!"

"Stop saying that," Rugen demands.

Inigo stabs him in each of his shoulders, backing him up against a table. "Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya! You killed my father! Prepare to die!"

He disarms Rugen and cuts his cheek. "Offer me money."

"Yes," Rugen says.

"Power, too, promise me that," Inigo says, cutting the other cheek.

"All that I have and more, please."

Inigo removes his hand from his bleeding abdomen. "Offer me everything I ask for."

"Anything you want," Rugen says, lifting his sword. Inigo catches his hand and stabs him through.

"I want my father back, you son of a bitch."

"Good for you, Inigo!" Autor says cheerfully. "He did it! He actually did it! In the book his wounds reopen as they escape, but he got Count Rugen!"

Date: 2015-11-28 07:00 am (UTC)
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"Oh, no, that's terrible," Autor says, furrowing his brow. "Westley should have killed him. The prince has enough resources to haunt Westley and Buttercup for the rest of their lives."

Autor tilts his head. "What happened to the wound on Westley's shoulder? It's clean now."

Inigo arrives, to Autor's cheering. "Where's Fezzik?"

"I thought he was with you," Westley says, and nearly falls.

"Help him," Inigo says to Buttercup.

"Why does Westley need helping?" Buttercup says, and Autor scoffs.

"Don't ask why he needs help, just get over there and help him," Autor says.

"Because he has no strength," Inigo says.

"I knew it! I knew you were bluffing! I knew he was..." Humperdinck says, until Inigo points his sword at his face. "... bluffing."

"Shall I dispatch him for you?" Inigo says.

"Yes," Autor says.

"Thank you, but no," Westley says. "Whatever happens to us, I want him to live a long life with his cowardice."

"Inigo!" Fezzik calls from outside. "Inigo, where are you?"

The three walk to a double window which conveniently opens. Fezzik is down at the bottom with four white horses. "Ah, there you are," Fezzik says. "Inigo, I found the prince's stable. And there they were! Four white horses. And I thought, there are four of us. If we ever find the lady. Hello, lady!"

He waves, and Buttercup smiles and waves back.

"So I took them with me," Fezzik continues. "In case we ever bumped into each other. I guess we just did."

"Fezzik, you did something right," Inigo says.

"Don't worry," Fezzik says. "I won't let it go to my head."

Buttercup leaps out the window, falling in slow motion to a harp glide and her dress fluttering in the wind. She lands in Fezzik's arms, and Westley gestures for Inigo to go next.

"You know, it's strange," Inigo says. "I have been in the revenge business for so long, now I don't know what to do with the rest of my life."

"Have you ever considered piracy?" Westley says. "You'd make a wonderful Dread Pirate Roberts." Then he falls out of the window.

"They rode to freedom," the grandfather narrates. "And Westley and Buttercup felt a wave of love. And as they reached for each other..." He leans back, shutting the book.

"What? What?" the grandson says.

"Nah, it's kissing again, you don't want to hear that."

"I don't mind so much," the grandson says, and the grandfather continues reading.

"Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that have been rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind," the grandfather says. "The End."

"Grandpa? Maybe you could come over and read it again for me tomorrow?" the grandson says.

"As you wish," the grandfather says, and the credits roll.

"Oh, now that was a good movie," Autor says, beaming. "I'll have to read the book again to see what the differences are between them."

Date: 2015-11-28 07:08 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"And he was planning to strangle Buttercup to start a war with Guilder," Autor points out, scoffing. "There's no doubt in my mind that he'll try to start a war with them in some other way. At least Count Rugen's dead. He was the true villain of the piece. Inigo had to search deep inside himself when he thought he'd lost in order to overcome the Count, and that's the measure of a true climax."

Date: 2015-11-28 07:15 am (UTC)
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"Wars do come pretty easily after assassinations," Autor says, shifting on the bed.

Date: 2015-11-28 07:27 am (UTC)
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Autor perks up, setting his empty teacup aside. "Oh? What is it, Rae?" he says, tilting his head at her.
Edited Date: 2015-11-28 07:28 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-11-28 07:33 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"I don't, but if it's part of Milliways' usual weirdness, that's understandable," Autor says, eyeing the velvet pouches with great interest. "Not the same people sounds like a tough week to be part of."

Date: 2015-11-28 07:42 am (UTC)
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"Stars and garters," Autor says, his eyes widening. "That's incredible. And so you were left with vague memories of how to make wards?"

Date: 2015-11-28 07:49 am (UTC)
herr_bookman: (lean)
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"Oh, wow," Autor says, gingerly taking the pouches. He throws his arms around her. "Thank you, Rae! That's very thoughtful of you. How do they work? Do I need to feed them at all?"

Date: 2015-11-28 08:02 am (UTC)
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"Neat," Autor says cheerfully, already opening up the pouch with the anti-crushed-by-flying-metal ward, and toeing off his shoe. "That's fantastic. I always like beneficial magic, so thank you! I'll have to find a way to keep these on me always."

He places the ward inside his boot and slips it back on. "How will I know when they're working?"

Date: 2015-11-28 08:09 am (UTC)
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"Interesting," Autor says, inclining his head. "Well, I'll find a use for these someday, I'm sure. Who knows, they might save my life someday. I appreciate this, Rae, I really do. Thank you."

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