Lockets and Love
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*A. Thereal
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[Awesome! I would much rather this organically plays out. Please continue!]
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*Midnight
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The autopsy finished Annia takes note of her findings, the woman had not been dead long, the position the body was laid out in would suggest she had been moved there after she was killed. The only thing that would come as any surprise is what was found in the womanÂ’s blood. Although the knife wound and blood loss were the cause of death the blade itself was coated with a powerful and rather expensive poison so even had Kina escaped her attackers she would likely be dead anyway. The expense and thought put into this seemed at odds with the rather amateurish stabbing.
After packing away her equipment Annia then sits herself cross legged on the floor before the body and slowly begins to utter the syllables of a spell. Tendrils of dark negative energy reach out through the weave searching for any errant spirits or lingering souls a thin smile flickers across the dustmanÂ’s pale face as she is met with a response and the necromantic magic nurtures the shade in a way that is grotesquely tender. Slowly the shadows in the room take a vaguely human feminine shape.
The woman's outline grew darker and there was a flash of sinister red light around where the figure's eyes should be a sense of hatred and rage emited from it so much so they were almost tangiable filling the small stone cell. Annia was not shaken easily and since joining the dustmen she had practiced how to control it but as the newly formed spectre gazed upon her she gave a silent prayer of thanks to whatever powers were listening for the dead truce.
"Where am I why have you brought me here!"
Annia took a deep breath swallowed here fear and spoke, as camly and composed as ever
"You are in the mortuary I am afriad there's no easy way to break this to you, but you were murdered"
Rage washed over the shade before it could articulate it into words
"Murdered, how, who?"
A plan formed in Annia's mind.
"That's what we'd like to find out, if you help us we can see you gain some measure of vengence"
The manevolent surge of rage and desire suggested that the spectre did indeed desire revenge, this may prove a long evening. The spectreÂ’s visage swirled and rippled before her and Annia concentrated on it her pale blue eyes resting on the two bright hate filled orbs.
“Tell me who might of killed you, why were you in the hive.”
The creatures rage for a moment subsided and was replaced with confusion and for a moment it seemed at a loss as it tried to recall a memory from a life that was already slipping away from it the confusion leading to frustration and then back to the overwhelming anger the undead creature sustained itself with.
“I was foolish I left the hive to spite my family and more than that I joined the revolutionary league, no one knew not my husband or my son. The league knew who I was they used to send me to the Lady’s ward to spy on noble families who supported the Guvners or the Hardheads, eventually Dram would stop asking where I had been.”
The spectres anger swelled again as it stumbled across the painful memory of Dram and the boy
“I told them that I had had enough that I didn’t want to do it anymore tried to hide from them”
Annia interrupts
“Did you know any of them, who did they send after you”
“I don’t know they purposely don’t allow members to know each other’s true identity and the man who came after me was hooded and masked”
Annia allowed herself a frown of frustration before turning back to the spectre and speaking in a tone she hoped was reassuring.
“You’re angry now these past few days have, you could find peace here, in the mortuary, and eventually true death, I have to leave now but I shall be back very soon please considering it.”
Taking her notes with her she briefly thought of finding the Hardhead who had been at the scene of the crime but being a native of the hive she still had a latent mistrust for the Harmonium and instead made her way to the Clerks ward and Khazeets where Nero is usually found.
After packing away her equipment Annia then sits herself cross legged on the floor before the body and slowly begins to utter the syllables of a spell. Tendrils of dark negative energy reach out through the weave searching for any errant spirits or lingering souls a thin smile flickers across the dustmanÂ’s pale face as she is met with a response and the necromantic magic nurtures the shade in a way that is grotesquely tender. Slowly the shadows in the room take a vaguely human feminine shape.
The woman's outline grew darker and there was a flash of sinister red light around where the figure's eyes should be a sense of hatred and rage emited from it so much so they were almost tangiable filling the small stone cell. Annia was not shaken easily and since joining the dustmen she had practiced how to control it but as the newly formed spectre gazed upon her she gave a silent prayer of thanks to whatever powers were listening for the dead truce.
"Where am I why have you brought me here!"
Annia took a deep breath swallowed here fear and spoke, as camly and composed as ever
"You are in the mortuary I am afriad there's no easy way to break this to you, but you were murdered"
Rage washed over the shade before it could articulate it into words
"Murdered, how, who?"
A plan formed in Annia's mind.
"That's what we'd like to find out, if you help us we can see you gain some measure of vengence"
The manevolent surge of rage and desire suggested that the spectre did indeed desire revenge, this may prove a long evening. The spectreÂ’s visage swirled and rippled before her and Annia concentrated on it her pale blue eyes resting on the two bright hate filled orbs.
“Tell me who might of killed you, why were you in the hive.”
The creatures rage for a moment subsided and was replaced with confusion and for a moment it seemed at a loss as it tried to recall a memory from a life that was already slipping away from it the confusion leading to frustration and then back to the overwhelming anger the undead creature sustained itself with.
“I was foolish I left the hive to spite my family and more than that I joined the revolutionary league, no one knew not my husband or my son. The league knew who I was they used to send me to the Lady’s ward to spy on noble families who supported the Guvners or the Hardheads, eventually Dram would stop asking where I had been.”
The spectres anger swelled again as it stumbled across the painful memory of Dram and the boy
“I told them that I had had enough that I didn’t want to do it anymore tried to hide from them”
Annia interrupts
“Did you know any of them, who did they send after you”
“I don’t know they purposely don’t allow members to know each other’s true identity and the man who came after me was hooded and masked”
Annia allowed herself a frown of frustration before turning back to the spectre and speaking in a tone she hoped was reassuring.
“You’re angry now these past few days have, you could find peace here, in the mortuary, and eventually true death, I have to leave now but I shall be back very soon please considering it.”
Taking her notes with her she briefly thought of finding the Hardhead who had been at the scene of the crime but being a native of the hive she still had a latent mistrust for the Harmonium and instead made her way to the Clerks ward and Khazeets where Nero is usually found.
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*Xndar
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Maelfina agrees to meet with Nero at the House of Six Fingers, receiving him at her special dinner table overlooking the dance floor and bar. Armed guards stand watch at the entrance of the indoor balcony; a burly pair of twins with scarred faces that don't appear to speak a word of the planar trade tongue.
The proprietress of the hall leans back comfortably in an elegant, gold-inlaid armchair as she sips her wine, regarding the locket's portraits thoughtfully. At length she shuts the locket and lays it on the table, gazing up at Nero.
I know lil about tha lass, more 'bout tha lad 'ere.
Tha' lass 'as been in 'ere a few times, but nay fer wha' yer thinkin 'm sure. She didnae work 'ere an' she never seemed ta pay tha dancers much min'...always sat wit tha same two lads a' tha far table o'er in tha smokin lounge. Now tha's about all I know o' her tha' ye dunnae already know...I know more 'bout 'er associates though. Anarchs both, an' dunnae ask how I know...jes' trust tha' me sources be correct. Far as I know, they be protoges o' an Anarch wha' I am passinly familiar wit. Nay tha type ta murder an informan' or fellow Anarch.
Now, this lad 'ere
She opens the locket again and taps on the glass of the man's portrait
He's an innerestin character.
Met 'im a few times at tha' party functions wha' High Priest Noshteroth o' tha Umber Scales likes ta hold a' tha Temple o' tha Abyss. Nosh introduced 'im as a "man that knows how to enjoy his riches", an' invited 'im a couple o' times ta observe tha usual orgies. Werenae one ta participate though...seemed ta enjoy tha sacrifices more all in all.
Aint certain o' his particular affiliations as o' yet, but I do know tha' he aint one o' tha Ebon Prince's.
She strokes her chin slowly. If made aware of the poisoned blade, the following would be said.
Ye said she were poisoned by somethin unusual on tha blade aye? I be familiar wit somethin o' a collector an' expert on 'poisons. If tha Hardheads an' such 'ave trouble identifyin it, send me a sample an' I'll see wha' kin be done.
As he gets up to leave, Mael addresses him once more
This ain' some regular ol' rich fop wha's bribed a few hardheads ta overlook some debts. Tha Temple, an' those affiliated wit it be dangerous an' powerful, even by tha standards o' this Cage. It be likely tha' she didnae jes' leave tha Lady's cause she were bored wit wealth...coulda been ta get 'way frem him. While migh' jes' be some bored kid wha's tryin ta scare 'is folks, true...tha's tha bes' case scenario. Plan fer tha wors' case scenario, an' ye willnae be caught off guard.
The proprietress of the hall leans back comfortably in an elegant, gold-inlaid armchair as she sips her wine, regarding the locket's portraits thoughtfully. At length she shuts the locket and lays it on the table, gazing up at Nero.
I know lil about tha lass, more 'bout tha lad 'ere.
Tha' lass 'as been in 'ere a few times, but nay fer wha' yer thinkin 'm sure. She didnae work 'ere an' she never seemed ta pay tha dancers much min'...always sat wit tha same two lads a' tha far table o'er in tha smokin lounge. Now tha's about all I know o' her tha' ye dunnae already know...I know more 'bout 'er associates though. Anarchs both, an' dunnae ask how I know...jes' trust tha' me sources be correct. Far as I know, they be protoges o' an Anarch wha' I am passinly familiar wit. Nay tha type ta murder an informan' or fellow Anarch.
Now, this lad 'ere
She opens the locket again and taps on the glass of the man's portrait
He's an innerestin character.
Met 'im a few times at tha' party functions wha' High Priest Noshteroth o' tha Umber Scales likes ta hold a' tha Temple o' tha Abyss. Nosh introduced 'im as a "man that knows how to enjoy his riches", an' invited 'im a couple o' times ta observe tha usual orgies. Werenae one ta participate though...seemed ta enjoy tha sacrifices more all in all.
Aint certain o' his particular affiliations as o' yet, but I do know tha' he aint one o' tha Ebon Prince's.
She strokes her chin slowly. If made aware of the poisoned blade, the following would be said.
Ye said she were poisoned by somethin unusual on tha blade aye? I be familiar wit somethin o' a collector an' expert on 'poisons. If tha Hardheads an' such 'ave trouble identifyin it, send me a sample an' I'll see wha' kin be done.
As he gets up to leave, Mael addresses him once more
This ain' some regular ol' rich fop wha's bribed a few hardheads ta overlook some debts. Tha Temple, an' those affiliated wit it be dangerous an' powerful, even by tha standards o' this Cage. It be likely tha' she didnae jes' leave tha Lady's cause she were bored wit wealth...coulda been ta get 'way frem him. While migh' jes' be some bored kid wha's tryin ta scare 'is folks, true...tha's tha bes' case scenario. Plan fer tha wors' case scenario, an' ye willnae be caught off guard.
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*A. Thereal
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[Facts Known Thus Far:
The Crime: Murder
A murdered woman was found in a Hive alley approximately eight hours after her death. She was apparently attacked by multiple assailants and stabbed in the stomach during the altercation. She died from bleeding out, rather than trauma.
The Victim: Kinna Coster
A woman of auburn hair, and uncharacteristic health for a Hiver, Kinna was born into a wealthy LadyÂ’s Ward family. She left her family for unknown reasons, though some speculate that she was trying to live a wild life, or perhaps trying to escape someone. She met Dram Coster of the Hive and married him a week later, and eventually the two adopted Rek Dramson due to KinnaÂ’s barren womb. At some point she joined The Revolutionary League for unknown reasons and was put to work spying on LadyÂ’s Ward families that support the Fraternity of Order and Harmonium. She often met her Revolutionary League associates at Maelfina SixthfingerÂ’s brothel.
The Evidence
-One fine gold locket found by the victimÂ’s corpse. The locket contains two portraits. One portrait is of Kinna, the other is of an as yet unknown young man. Both are smiling and dressed in noble finery.
-Traces of a rare and expensive poison found in the victimÂ’s blood.
-Traces of skin found beneath the victimÂ’s fingernails, indicating that one or more of her assailants suffered scratch wounds.
-Traces of lilac perfume still upon the victimÂ’s corpse, despite her last disappearance occurring two weeks before the murder.
-MaelfinaÂ’s testimony that KinnaÂ’s Revolutionary League contacts are unlikely to have participated in the murder plot.
-MaelfinaÂ’s testimony that Locket Man is associated with the Temple of the Abyss and High Priest Noshteroth of the Umberscales
The Suspects
-Dram Coster: The victimÂ’s husband. Dram is suspicious of his wife due to her frequent disappearances and suspected her of repeated adultery. Dram is also known for gambling in the local pit fights, and may be involved as a means to settle a debt. DramÂ’s grief at KinnaÂ’s murder seemed genuine.
-The Revolutionary League: KinnaÂ’s patron Faction. Kinna quit her service to them and may have been terminated as a result. Her immediate Revolutionary League contacts are unlikely to have participated.
-The Fraternity of Order & Harmonium: Kinna had been spying on their wealthy supporters for some time and she may have been eliminated as a result. There is no direct evidence supporting this theory at this time.
-Locket Man: Someone closely affiliated with Kinna, possibly a member of her Lady’s Ward Family. He associates with High Priest Noshteroth of the Umberscales and attends Temple of the Abyss orgies, though he purportedly enjoys the sacrifices without participating in the sexual revelry. The High Priest describes him as a “man who knows how to enjoy his riches.”
[Everyone is doing an excellent job. I would really like to see a few more entries, especially from DemonicResonance, before I continue with NeroÂ’s role. Keep up the good work everyone and I hope everyone is enjoying this so far.]
The Crime: Murder
A murdered woman was found in a Hive alley approximately eight hours after her death. She was apparently attacked by multiple assailants and stabbed in the stomach during the altercation. She died from bleeding out, rather than trauma.
The Victim: Kinna Coster
A woman of auburn hair, and uncharacteristic health for a Hiver, Kinna was born into a wealthy LadyÂ’s Ward family. She left her family for unknown reasons, though some speculate that she was trying to live a wild life, or perhaps trying to escape someone. She met Dram Coster of the Hive and married him a week later, and eventually the two adopted Rek Dramson due to KinnaÂ’s barren womb. At some point she joined The Revolutionary League for unknown reasons and was put to work spying on LadyÂ’s Ward families that support the Fraternity of Order and Harmonium. She often met her Revolutionary League associates at Maelfina SixthfingerÂ’s brothel.
The Evidence
-One fine gold locket found by the victimÂ’s corpse. The locket contains two portraits. One portrait is of Kinna, the other is of an as yet unknown young man. Both are smiling and dressed in noble finery.
-Traces of a rare and expensive poison found in the victimÂ’s blood.
-Traces of skin found beneath the victimÂ’s fingernails, indicating that one or more of her assailants suffered scratch wounds.
-Traces of lilac perfume still upon the victimÂ’s corpse, despite her last disappearance occurring two weeks before the murder.
-MaelfinaÂ’s testimony that KinnaÂ’s Revolutionary League contacts are unlikely to have participated in the murder plot.
-MaelfinaÂ’s testimony that Locket Man is associated with the Temple of the Abyss and High Priest Noshteroth of the Umberscales
The Suspects
-Dram Coster: The victimÂ’s husband. Dram is suspicious of his wife due to her frequent disappearances and suspected her of repeated adultery. Dram is also known for gambling in the local pit fights, and may be involved as a means to settle a debt. DramÂ’s grief at KinnaÂ’s murder seemed genuine.
-The Revolutionary League: KinnaÂ’s patron Faction. Kinna quit her service to them and may have been terminated as a result. Her immediate Revolutionary League contacts are unlikely to have participated.
-The Fraternity of Order & Harmonium: Kinna had been spying on their wealthy supporters for some time and she may have been eliminated as a result. There is no direct evidence supporting this theory at this time.
-Locket Man: Someone closely affiliated with Kinna, possibly a member of her Lady’s Ward Family. He associates with High Priest Noshteroth of the Umberscales and attends Temple of the Abyss orgies, though he purportedly enjoys the sacrifices without participating in the sexual revelry. The High Priest describes him as a “man who knows how to enjoy his riches.”
[Everyone is doing an excellent job. I would really like to see a few more entries, especially from DemonicResonance, before I continue with NeroÂ’s role. Keep up the good work everyone and I hope everyone is enjoying this so far.]
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*A. Thereal
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Annia found Nero sitting alone at KhazeetÂ’s outdoor tavern, a perspiring glass of bourbon resting on the table before him. He looked up and smiled a greeting as she approached before rising to pull out a chair for her to sit and join him. Nero silently listened as she explained the results of her autopsy and spell casting, his eyes fastened to hers, and nodded his understanding when she finished. In turn he shared his own discoveries and conversation with Maelfina.
“I want you to send her a sample of that poison,” he said, his orchid eyes scanning her up and down. He smiled and produced a small, rolled vellum. “This is an invitation to Lord and Lady Hargrave’s annual masquerade – compliments of the late Tuck Galore. Holding his business does have some benefits. Apparently it’s considered one of the premier Lady’s Ward social events – so much so that their estranged son, Warren Hargrave, attends. Warren Hargrave is the young man depicted in Kinna’s locket.”
Nero eased back into his chair and explained, “You Factioners are a silly bunch, but you have your uses. The Guvners census and register everyone they can, especially Lady’s Ward residents. Warren was easy enough to identify after I provided the portrait and filled out several hours’ worth of documents. But all of that aside, I mean to attend the Hargrave soiree and I need a date.”
His smile grew more amused and he asked, “So, do you dance?”
[I'm operating as if this has all taken place before Nero's disappearance.]
“I want you to send her a sample of that poison,” he said, his orchid eyes scanning her up and down. He smiled and produced a small, rolled vellum. “This is an invitation to Lord and Lady Hargrave’s annual masquerade – compliments of the late Tuck Galore. Holding his business does have some benefits. Apparently it’s considered one of the premier Lady’s Ward social events – so much so that their estranged son, Warren Hargrave, attends. Warren Hargrave is the young man depicted in Kinna’s locket.”
Nero eased back into his chair and explained, “You Factioners are a silly bunch, but you have your uses. The Guvners census and register everyone they can, especially Lady’s Ward residents. Warren was easy enough to identify after I provided the portrait and filled out several hours’ worth of documents. But all of that aside, I mean to attend the Hargrave soiree and I need a date.”
His smile grew more amused and he asked, “So, do you dance?”
[I'm operating as if this has all taken place before Nero's disappearance.]
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*Midnight
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Annia joins Nero at a table ordering herself a cup of green tea, as he talks she listens as calm polite and attentive as ever she agrees to send a sample of the posion on and even coments that she belives it to be black lotus but she is not an expert. When he mentions the bit about danceing though her expression changes and a look of stark terror which in a member of a faction which tries its hardest to purge all of emotions speaks volumes. Its all she can do not to spit out her tea.
"Dance? I really don't know how to dance. Couldn't you take that pretty young hard head you were chatting to the other day"
At this point hert own rational mind arrives and sabotages her protests
"But bring a hard head will attract attention. I will need some time to practice.
She takes a look at her own reflection in the back of her spoon
"I'll need to freshen up considerably as well"
She writes down the an address in the hive ward near the tattoo parlour.
"You will be able to pick me up here, if we have to walk there I will not be impressed."
"Dance? I really don't know how to dance. Couldn't you take that pretty young hard head you were chatting to the other day"
At this point hert own rational mind arrives and sabotages her protests
"But bring a hard head will attract attention. I will need some time to practice.
She takes a look at her own reflection in the back of her spoon
"I'll need to freshen up considerably as well"
She writes down the an address in the hive ward near the tattoo parlour.
"You will be able to pick me up here, if we have to walk there I will not be impressed."
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*A. Thereal
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Nero arrived at the designated address at the appointed time and knocked at AnniaÂ’s door. Waiting as long as necessary, he greeted her with a compliment when she exited her home and ushered her to the barriur-drawn cart that he had hired. The eladrin was dressed in a finer version of his usual attire, adorned with intricate designs at the collar and shoulders, and a silken sash that he wore in a manner to conceal the portable warp at his waist. He assisted Annia into the cart, sat beside her, and gestured the barriur to continue on.
“I took the liberty of buying you a mask,” he said and produced an elegant, black masquerade mask before handing it to Annia. Smiling at her, he continued to explain, “I’ve done this many times before during investigations, so just follow my lead. When we arrive, we’ll be directed to wait in a procession at the main door where they’ll allow couples to enter one at a time. Each one will be announced and granted a minute or two to mingle before the next couple is allowed entry, so you should have plenty of time to prepare yourself. We’ll be announced as Master Nero Urbane and his Mistress Annia Kendt. Try not to be offended by that, being a mistress in the noble world isn’t the same as being one in the actual world. It’s normal, even respectable.”
The barriur exited the Hive and took a turn into the Lower Ward, and Nero drew a thick grey blanket from the floor and draped it over Annia and himself to protect them from the smoggy air. He continued to explain, “Once inside we’ll briefly greet anyone we encounter while gradually making our way to the Hargrave’s. People are going to touch you, so come to terms with that now. Nobles are a strangely tactile bunch. The men will kiss your hand and lay their hands on your bicep as they speak to you. Women will do more, and couple random comments with unexpected touching, including hand holding, lightly batting your hands and arms, and even briefly stroking your hair. You’re an attractive woman, so I expect you to receive a healthy share of attention and touching.”
He paused and gave her a moment to come to terms with that before continuing on. “Once we reach the Hargrave’s we’ll compliment their house and the masquerade, tell them how thrilled we are to meet them, and then move on. We’re among the less significant guests, so it would be improper if we demanded their attention for more than the token gestures. Afterward our goal is to locate and observe Warren Hargrave using any means at our disposal, that don’t also draw unwanted attention to ourselves.”
Leaving the Lower Ward behind the cart entered the Lady’s Ward and approached the Hargrave courtyard soon after. Nero abandoned the blanket and showed his invitation to the gateman who gestured them in to wait in a procession of carts and carriages that led up to the main entrance of the grand manor. “I thought that you might flash a promising smile at Warren,” Nero said, his gaze sweeping the layout of the courtyard and grounds beyond. “Perhaps shoot him a wink. It’s not uncommon for women to scout these things for better prospects, and with your beauty it shouldn’t be too difficult for you to bait him. Oh, and you’ll occasionally be expected to dance with other men. Any questions?”
[OOC: IÂ’m operating as if this takes place before the crisis in the Hive, since this was started long before that plot and the time lapses between posts donÂ’t quite line up.]
“I took the liberty of buying you a mask,” he said and produced an elegant, black masquerade mask before handing it to Annia. Smiling at her, he continued to explain, “I’ve done this many times before during investigations, so just follow my lead. When we arrive, we’ll be directed to wait in a procession at the main door where they’ll allow couples to enter one at a time. Each one will be announced and granted a minute or two to mingle before the next couple is allowed entry, so you should have plenty of time to prepare yourself. We’ll be announced as Master Nero Urbane and his Mistress Annia Kendt. Try not to be offended by that, being a mistress in the noble world isn’t the same as being one in the actual world. It’s normal, even respectable.”
The barriur exited the Hive and took a turn into the Lower Ward, and Nero drew a thick grey blanket from the floor and draped it over Annia and himself to protect them from the smoggy air. He continued to explain, “Once inside we’ll briefly greet anyone we encounter while gradually making our way to the Hargrave’s. People are going to touch you, so come to terms with that now. Nobles are a strangely tactile bunch. The men will kiss your hand and lay their hands on your bicep as they speak to you. Women will do more, and couple random comments with unexpected touching, including hand holding, lightly batting your hands and arms, and even briefly stroking your hair. You’re an attractive woman, so I expect you to receive a healthy share of attention and touching.”
He paused and gave her a moment to come to terms with that before continuing on. “Once we reach the Hargrave’s we’ll compliment their house and the masquerade, tell them how thrilled we are to meet them, and then move on. We’re among the less significant guests, so it would be improper if we demanded their attention for more than the token gestures. Afterward our goal is to locate and observe Warren Hargrave using any means at our disposal, that don’t also draw unwanted attention to ourselves.”
Leaving the Lower Ward behind the cart entered the Lady’s Ward and approached the Hargrave courtyard soon after. Nero abandoned the blanket and showed his invitation to the gateman who gestured them in to wait in a procession of carts and carriages that led up to the main entrance of the grand manor. “I thought that you might flash a promising smile at Warren,” Nero said, his gaze sweeping the layout of the courtyard and grounds beyond. “Perhaps shoot him a wink. It’s not uncommon for women to scout these things for better prospects, and with your beauty it shouldn’t be too difficult for you to bait him. Oh, and you’ll occasionally be expected to dance with other men. Any questions?”
[OOC: IÂ’m operating as if this takes place before the crisis in the Hive, since this was started long before that plot and the time lapses between posts donÂ’t quite line up.]
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*Midnight
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After a short wait Annia steps into the barriur cart the transformation she has undergone is nothing short of miraculous. Her hair normally scrapped back hangs loose just past her shoulders with a delightful curl to it. Her dress is elegant long and dark hugging her petite figure. She wears a pair of simple silver earrings and upon the third finger of her right hand sits a ring made of the same metal upon which is set a. swirling rogue stone. In her current attire her usually quiet calm would pass as the icy haughtiness of a self assured noble woman.
She takes the mask and it rounds of her look nicely and she let's Nero run through all he has to say without interruption or protest. She waits for him to be finished before she speaks a reply.
"I shall try and catch his eye early. If at some point in dancing you could manouver us close to where he is dancing so I could accidently bump into him when the time comes to change partners that would be helpful."
Once they arrive at their destination she takes Nero's hand and allows him to lead her to the ball room as they are announced she holds herself with an air of calm confidence and poise as they and when they are introduced to their hosts she observes the pleasantries and doesn't seem to perturbed by the physical contact as Nero makes his way towards the Hargraves, she allows Nero to do most of the talking but speaks where it would be approprirate for her to do so, at no point would she appear rude as they talk her eyes scan the room when they are finished she leads Nero by the hand towards the dance floor as the three beats of a waltz begin to sound. She steps close to him her body against his she takes his hand and places it on her hip clearly expecting him to lead she leans close to whisper into his ear.
"I think that's him there on his own just over your right shoulder it's hard to tell with his mask on. Try to turn us around so you can get a look again and tell me if I am right."
OOC: Again apologies for my late reply but I am currently on holiday and my acsess to the internet isn't that reliable.
She takes the mask and it rounds of her look nicely and she let's Nero run through all he has to say without interruption or protest. She waits for him to be finished before she speaks a reply.
"I shall try and catch his eye early. If at some point in dancing you could manouver us close to where he is dancing so I could accidently bump into him when the time comes to change partners that would be helpful."
Once they arrive at their destination she takes Nero's hand and allows him to lead her to the ball room as they are announced she holds herself with an air of calm confidence and poise as they and when they are introduced to their hosts she observes the pleasantries and doesn't seem to perturbed by the physical contact as Nero makes his way towards the Hargraves, she allows Nero to do most of the talking but speaks where it would be approprirate for her to do so, at no point would she appear rude as they talk her eyes scan the room when they are finished she leads Nero by the hand towards the dance floor as the three beats of a waltz begin to sound. She steps close to him her body against his she takes his hand and places it on her hip clearly expecting him to lead she leans close to whisper into his ear.
"I think that's him there on his own just over your right shoulder it's hard to tell with his mask on. Try to turn us around so you can get a look again and tell me if I am right."
OOC: Again apologies for my late reply but I am currently on holiday and my acsess to the internet isn't that reliable.