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Post by Iole on Sept 12, 2011 22:18:09 GMT -5
If you were thought you were supposed to protect me, but you didn't know I was supposed to be here, why did you come here in the first place? Wait a minute. What letter?
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Post by Jas on Sept 12, 2011 22:23:20 GMT -5
"I found it in my pack a few days ago. I have no clue who sent it because it wasn't signed. But it was written strangely."
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Post by Iole on Sept 12, 2011 22:29:25 GMT -5
::Iole peered at him curiously::
Let me see it.
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Post by Jas on Sept 12, 2011 22:35:21 GMT -5
"I don't have it with me... Wait. Look into my mind, I know you can do that."
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Post by Iole on Sept 12, 2011 22:46:42 GMT -5
::This request caught Iole a little off-guard::
Well... Um... that's not really something I enjoy... But if I have your permission. I guess.
::She reached her hand forward and placed its palm on his forehead. She found what she was looking for in no time; the letter with its strange handwriting. Then she got out as quickly as she could, doing her best to respect Jas' privacy::
So... Someone asked you to come here to protect me. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Things have been really weird lately. Well I guess I should tell you.
::She drew in her breath and revealed to him all of what had transpired at Leah Garden; Guinevere's arrival, Sigismund's plan to become King of Doma, Guinevere's plan to interfere, and where everyone currently was. She left out the part about her dream, though something was telling her it was important. But she refused to acknowledge it. It was just a stupid dream::
It's strange. I feel like I'm in the center of a chessboard for some reason. Just a piece on a chessboard. She's barely spoken to me, and yet... the way she keeps looking at me... I don't like it. And now you tell me this letter came to you out of nowhere. Jas, what does this all mean?
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Post by Oliver on Sept 12, 2011 22:57:28 GMT -5
"Tea!?" Said a frazzled Oliver, looking stressed after only a few short minutes. He already was struggling with balancing two trays of appetizers, another with drinks balancing from his tail. It was like precognition of the future of a horrible disaster and knowing you cannot do anything to stop it. He spun around to the one who called him.
"Oh Gweny," He said with a relieved sigh. "No, its not go'in as plan'ed! The waitresses are't pul'in their weig't. Rogan is up in arms over t'e table arrangements, t'e flowers were late, an' we've a'ready had one staff cut t'emselve on a damn knife - blood ruined the soup!" He spoke in one frazzled breath, "Just... give me a moment to get your tea... madam."
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Post by Jas on Sept 12, 2011 23:01:52 GMT -5
"I honestly have no idea." He replied, as he bent down and picked up the fallen tray. "But I know this isn't a mere coincidence. Everything that has happen up to this point has to add up to something, but I'm drawing a blank on what it is."
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Post by Guinevere on Sept 12, 2011 23:04:45 GMT -5
::Guinevere folded her fan and held it under Oliver's chin::
I knew I kast you perfektly as a servant. Loyal as a dog. I wasn't referring to the dinner. But I wouldn't mind that tea little one.
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Post by Vincent on Sept 12, 2011 23:07:11 GMT -5
The Herald begun to speak, "His Lordship-" And was quickly cut off by Vincent's hand straight into the poor fellows face.
"Yah, we get it, we get it." He spoke gruffly as he and Nahla carried on down the stairs, her arm wrapped around his.
The guests, the environment, the fancy chandelier, made Vincent rather uncomfortable. Last time he was at something like this, he was nearly killed - never sat well with him since. Nahla on the other hand was completely enamored with the scene. Despite her constant tomboyier, she could actually let her feminine side out.
"Does, uh... does this seem kind of tight?" Vincent asked, still playing with his overcoat. "Shows off your backside. Did you see the chandelier? It's magnificent." Nahla commented, lost in the glitz and glamour of it all. Both her and Vincent took a flute of champagne and walked on.
"Just don't get too blitzed, don't know what we're expecting. Everyone has got to be at the top- OH sherry!" Vincent broke away just for a moment to also pick up a glass of sherry. With both drinks in hand, he looked back to Nahla. "You know what, let's just enjoy it till someone starts shooting and worry about being sober then." "Deal, sir!"
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Post by Iole on Sept 12, 2011 23:07:14 GMT -5
Jas, from what I've told you, what do you think of Gwen? She seems like she's trying to help us. And I agreed with her back at the garden that we should do something about what's going on here. But everything she's doing,
::She stopped to consider her words::
Well not what she's doing, but more how she's doing it. It still feels like she's drawing us all into a web. I don't know if we can trust her.
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Post by Jas on Sept 12, 2011 23:18:54 GMT -5
"Some habits do die hard. Gwen might have something up her sleeve that she doesn't want anyone else to know, make it harder for her plan to be countered at the last minute but it also risks the trust of those she works with. It might have to do with the Harvest Moon and the host of this event. We have no choice but to continue playing along and see what happens."
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August Krasnow
Determined Individual
"Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici."
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Post by August Krasnow on Sept 12, 2011 23:21:57 GMT -5
August, dressed in a fine tux provided by Tricuetical, walked as if without impunity into the Gala event. He smirked from the top of the stairs and adjusted his glasses. In one hand he had a small briefcase embossed with the Tricuetical logo.
“His Honorableness, the Representative from Tricuetical Inc., Dr. Augustus Krasnow Esquire.” Blasted the Harold, the title made him giddy with delight, knowing those in the audience he loathed would hear that and perhaps despair – knowing they were powerless here to act. Miss Bardi spared no expensive in fabricating the whole ruse.
He calmly strolled down the stairs, surveying the crowd. A few familiar faces, their presence tickling him delightfully. He took a flute and sipped gingerly from it, all the while displaying a smile he couldn’t let go. This whole night was going to be one delightful slap in the face to so many he despised, he could hardly contain his giddiness.
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Post by Iole on Sept 12, 2011 23:22:11 GMT -5
You're probably right. I just... secrets really hurt. I've been learning that the hard way. But I'm really glad you're here. You'd never keep secrets from me right Jas?
(OOC: Hahaha guilt trip)
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Post by Guinevere on Sept 12, 2011 23:26:18 GMT -5
::Guinevere's head snapped up at the announcement, but the expression on her face was unreadable. But for once, the half smile that seemed perpetually enthroned on that pale mouth was nowhere in sight. She snapped her fan back open and waved it in front of her face::
Ah a wild kard.
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Post by Lillith on Sept 12, 2011 23:28:19 GMT -5
::From her place in the ballroom, just in view of where Oliver, Gwen and Kerion were, Lillith ground her teeth. Her hand around Kenny's tightened until her knuckles were white::
That Bastard. So he is alive. But what the hell is he doing here?
::Then her anger subsided enough to allow a window of clarity that was quickly replaced by a wave of panic. Her eyes darted back to Oliver, hoping and praying he would stick to his role and stay put. She wanted to blast the man into the next world where he stood, so she could only guess at what Oliver was feeling::
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Post by Oliver on Sept 12, 2011 23:28:46 GMT -5
Oliver nods, "It's going, I guess. Not muc' to report rig't now. Not like I've 'ad a c'ance to do muc' but serve t'is rich snobs their itty-bitty treats - w'ich are actually rea'ly good!" He exclaimed the last sentence with delighted surprise. "Give me a minute, go check on gettin' ye some tea."
Oliver turned and begun walking briskly away towards the back, or at least attempting too as he is continuously stopped to offer people delicacies from his trays. He failed to hear the newest addition to the Gala's arrival.
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Post by Jas on Sept 12, 2011 23:31:43 GMT -5
"Wouldn't dream of doing that." He answered. Like I can tell her THAT. I promised Natalia I wouldn't tell a soul. He thought, keeping his thoughts to himself.
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Post by Kerion on Sept 12, 2011 23:37:23 GMT -5
::Kerion looked at August and part of him was restraining himself from going over there and wringing August's neck.:: "How is he still alive?" Kerion said, keeping his voice low, the hand that held a empty glass cup cracked under his grip. he realized his anger and calmed down.
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Gideon Lightfeather
Experienced Novice
No matter what world I am on, one thing is always the same; What is good, and what is evil.
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Post by Gideon Lightfeather on Sept 12, 2011 23:40:28 GMT -5
::It didn't take long for the whispers of gossip to set in among the wealthy attendants, each hissing amongst themselves as the murderer strode in their midst, each one trying to remember where they had heard that name, and if it was the same as the fabled Autumn Harvester from all those years ago whose tails of brutality could still imprint fear. Despite his well dressed appearance and most elegant manners, the man seemed to create a berth around himself through the crowd, like they were subconciously avoiding a hole in the ground that could snap their necks if they fell. But while the others' initial shock of the arrival had set in by the announcement, Gideon's eyes had been on the man since he walked through the grand entrance of the castle, and they followed him now::
The taint... it's all over that man. And coming off of him in waves. I know what I'm supposed to do here, but that can't detract from my original mission
::subtly, he let the hidden dagger from his sleeve fall into his hand and began making his way carefully through the crowd::
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Post by Guinevere on Sept 12, 2011 23:42:10 GMT -5
::Gwen answered Kerion without taking her predatory Hazel eyes off the new arrival::
Killing has always been something a little beneath me. Never really had a taste for it. Perhaps I'm even worse at it than I thought.
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