"Couldn't hurt. So long as Yurie's fine with it, go right ahead."
Yurie hesitates for a moment before nodding. "I would be happy for the help. I'll be out in a second."
Okay!
"In the meantime," you say with an unnecessary crack of your fingers, "I've got me an idea."
Simon winces.
You walk over to the bust, doing your best to squint, and lift it from its pedestal. As you stuff it into your sleeves, you see Simon dive for cover behind a bookshelf, dragging a very confused Yurie behind him. Ebrietas shrinks back from the doorframe.
There's a tense few seconds before you disguise a sigh of relief as a chuckle. "What're ye lot worried about? It's fine. Figured I'd just lug this along and see what it'd do ta-"
A bible erupts from your sleeves at a vicious speed, embedding itself in the nearest wall. You turn, startled, and watch a ballistic cross leave a perfectly cross-shaped hole in the bookshelf above Simon's head. You desperately try to get your sleeves under control as more and more objects cannon out, from top-secret Iscariot intel to the truncheon you confiscated from one of the rowdier orphans.
"TAKE IT OUT!" Simon bellows as an engraved whetstone you meant to give back to Yumie ages ago careens through the open doorway and manages eight skips along the lake's surface. Ebrietas scurries to safety as well after taking Maxwell's favorite mug upside the head, thankfully avoiding the desk that comes screaming after it.
"Huh. Could've sworn I put that thing back."
With a mighty effort, you reach into the depths of your sleeves and withdraw the bust. After putting it back on the pedestal, you look around to survey the considerable damage and get to work putting everything you can find back before Yurie can yell at you.
"What the FUCK was that?!"
Dammit.
"He's got these weird infinite sleeves," Simon supplies. "And he thought it would be a good idea to see what would happen if he put that horrible thing inside them. And before you ask, you are more than welcome to injure him again."
"It would be great against Great Ones; those things've got eyes for days. Can't blame me for bein' pragmatic."
"Yes, I can," Yurie replies before hitting you over the head hard enough to leave a dent. "Clean that up. Now."
Once your skull's reformed enough to handle sapient thought, you call out an apology to Ebrietas and look hopefully at Simon, who gives you a deeply pitying look before following the ladies out the door. You grab a broom and get to work.
Thankfully, being superhumanly fast helps both in combat and in cleaning up the collateral damage of your own genius. With only a smattering of cheating via sleeves, you've soon got the place in decent shape and most of your items back in their proper spot. You figure you'll have to ask Rom permission to grab the ones that wound up at the bottom of the lake.
Simon wanders in as you're struggling to re-alphabetize the stricken bookshelves.
"They're getting along quite well, but it's slow going. They're using the scientific method."
"Good on 'em," you reply, mentally cursing that rat bastard Melvil Dewey. "Need anythin'? Gettin' close to done."
"No, just thought I'd sit inside for a few minutes. Bit muggy this close to the lake." He watches your struggles, stone-faced, before ultimately sighing. "Look, they're probably going to be at this for a bit. I'll finish tidying and you can go check how everyone is at the chapel."
You narrow your eyes. "Awful generous o' ye. What's the catch?"
"First dibs on the next three unique weapons we find."
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