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Post by venatus on Mar 26, 2004 21:43:35 GMT -5
finally deciding to come out of the shadows and show himself to the others I agree with everyone around you approching this lady would not be wise particularlly while your alone
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 26, 2004 22:57:59 GMT -5
"You know what is wrong with you humans? You have to do and try everything! And, when you die, someone else is curious how. They get themselves killed. Its a never ending cycle! Believe me! Curiosity is not a problem of the cat, but of man!"
Frustrated with the man's human stubborness, she shakes her head and walks away. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, she headed back to her home where she began to get ready for what may happen.
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Post by EriannaArmstead on Mar 27, 2004 3:19:40 GMT -5
*Emily came running into the drawing room to annouce unexpected visitors at the door* Emily, how many times do I need to instruct you. Slowly open the door, extend out the little silver tray upon the table by the door and ask them to place their calling cards on to it. Then politely tell them that your mistress will receive them in due time. Now go girl, before we are thought of as the rude sort. *Emily scampered off, almost tripping over her skirts.*
*Erianna turned to Trent, brushing her cool fingertips across his own cold, smooth skin.* Perhaps our lives have been too quiet my dear. Did we really believe he would not come back into our lives once again? Play dear, play something soft and melancholy. *Trent once again fingered the keys of his harpsicord, a tune soft, yet the melody carried upon it shadows of a darker time.*
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*At the door, Emily picked up the dainty silver tray, undid the locks and slowly opened the door. She peeked her petite face out, gazing at the strangers with wide eyes, her small hand extending the tray outwards.* Good evening, may I please have your cards. Mistress will be with you shortly.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 27, 2004 10:25:01 GMT -5
Valenzano smiled, crinkling his short beard, as he reached into his inner coat pocket and removed a small, sealed envelope, placing it onto the tray
My card, miss. Pleae instruct your mistress that the Baron di Valenzano would like to meet her, if she would be so kind as to grace me with a visit at my abode. he says with a flourish. I hope to see her soon.
After he has finished making his introduction, the Baron nods appreciation to the servant, and turns around, placing his cap back on and unhooking his cane, using it to count step back along the path to the road.
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Post by Shura on Mar 27, 2004 13:16:36 GMT -5
Jarek hesitated, torn between survial instinct and overwhelming curoisity. The fact that a nob like Vanlenzano had addressed him as an equal was reassuring. Although having grown up as an urchin on the streets of London, his rare talent with and schooling in alchemy and mechanical devices had given him a rough pride of his own. is old, rather eccentric master had called it 'natural magick', but he considered himself a man of science, after a fashion. Well, whatever happened tongiht, it didn't look like he would be eaten anytime soon. Jarek ran a hand through his hair in attempt to bring some order to his unruly locks and drew himself up. The Baron had invited him after all, hadn't he? 'I'm Jarek, a mechanicien,' he announced, 'I'm...er...I'm with the Baron.' Having no official calling card, he decided to improvise and rummagged around in his pockets before producing a sweet-smelling violet crystal and setting it on the tray. He did however, notice the woman suddenly bound away among the rooftops, and couldn't resist putting on his lenses and regarding a magnified image of the lycanthrope. 'Amazing!' he exclaims to the Baron, offering him the lenses, 'did you see that?'
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Post by venatus on Mar 27, 2004 15:29:18 GMT -5
thinking to himself about how he has never killed a man and he wasn't about to stand idely by and let these men die. he says just loud enough so that the Baron and the mechanic can hear him I don't have a callingcard of my own but i trust you two wont mind if i sneek in with you once he gets inside he plans to try his best to remain hidden without anything seeming too supspicious should he get caght.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 28, 2004 1:49:21 GMT -5
Baron Valenzano looks over his shoulder at the two men trailing him, as well as the woman running around on the rooftops.
Can't a gentleman call on a lady, whatever she may be, without being hounded by the city's freaks? he thought to himself
Looking over at the iron coated man offering him the lenses, Baron Valenzano lifts up a gloved hand and tilts his head in a refusal.
Follow me he said, loud enough for anyone in the vicinity to hear.
Without waiting for a response, he walks down the street towards his house.
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Post by Shura on Mar 29, 2004 7:06:02 GMT -5
Jarek looked a little crestfallen at the rejection of his lenses,'are you sure? They're really good. I can adjust them to suit your sight. No? Alright.' He was proud of them, one of the first things he had made. He wasn't the most social of people at the best of times, but his insatiable curiosity meant that he just couldn't let things go. The other urchin near him looked to be one of the older street kids he had observed before, but he wasn't sure. 'Not mechanic' he said, in a mock scolding tone, 'MEC-HAN-I-CIEN' he spelled out, then in a french accent, ' mechanicien...it's more sophisitcated. Mechanics just fix machinery. I can build small precision devices and use chemicals. Jarek, by the way.' the boy stuck out a grubby hand and grinned in friendship. To the Baron, he asked, 'Just who are you anyway, mister? I've never seen a foreign nob like you around here.'
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 29, 2004 9:53:04 GMT -5
I am Baron Niccolo Valenzano di Gariboldi di Arese di Milano. You may call me Niccolo, but use my title in proper company. he said to Jarek, without turning back We will talk further at my house. It is but a short distance away
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 30, 2004 1:22:14 GMT -5
The woman went back to place of resdence and changed. She put on an outfit made out of a strange material that expanded and fit her size when she...changed. She put a sheath on both wrists, one thigh and a pouch across her waist that she had things already hidden in that helped hide the scent of her other form, which she knew some beings may be able to smell.
She then places a beautiful dress that fits her very well in the chest, but flows near the wrists, hips, and legs. She casually walks to the residence of the man. She had his scent and was following it.
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Post by EriannaArmstead on Mar 30, 2004 7:36:39 GMT -5
*Emily curtsied to the gentlemen, closed the door and walked the tray back to the drawing room.* Oh mistress, a foreigner one of 'em gentlemen was, he had one of 'em I - tal- in accents. Another was a strange bloke, metal pieces sticking out of his pockets and such. There was a third bloke, a younger he was, hiding in the shadows, but not good at it. Thinks hisself a sneak thief I bet.
*Erianna sighed* Really Emily, the way your own tongue goes back to your poor ways when you do get excited. Now lets see who's company I've the pleasure of receiving. *Taking the envelope, she walked over to a small desk, lifted up a silver letter opener and slit the envelope open deftly. Withdrawing the expensive stationery, she read the Baron's invitation to his home.* Your fine Italian gentleman only lives several streets over from our own. Being a gentleman, I am sure he would not mind having Trent escort me there, and remain by my side. Only a lady of poor refinement would journey out alone to a man's home, so late at night. *She let a low chuckle slip from her lips, remembering the young man who had wanted to keep her company, but ended up being her supper for the evening.*
*She returned towards Emily and lifted them crystal from the tray, examining it in the firelight that glowed from the grate. She marveled at the way the light sent the crystal shimmering; the scent was soothing, but she placed it back down, not wanting to feel too relaxed as she had visiting to do now.* Emily, place the stone in my blue velvet jewel case, then fetch my cloak and Trent's coat and hat. We've an acquaintance to meet tonight, perhaps more. As to the young man who thinks himself a professional homebreaker, let out Apollo and Ares so they may set guard on the house.
*Erianna then walked over to Trent, running her fingers threw his beautiful hair. She bent down and brushed her red lips upon his own.* Come my precious, we've a call to make upon a new neighbor.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 30, 2004 7:42:58 GMT -5
They approach the house without much further ado. It is a small, nestled away, two-story abode built into the corner of the street between a rickety tenement building and the merchant's quarter. Pale yellow brick outlines its red-brick walls, with a long row of small, round windows on the second floor providing light to the inside. The Baron goes to the door, and knocks lightly.
Within moments, a well-dressed butler opens the door, bowing slightly as the Baron crosses the threshold
Signore, ci sono ospiti? asked the butler in heavily accented Italian
Yes, Davide. Show our guests in replied the Baron.
Si, Signore affirmed the butler, going off to prepare the sitting room
Come. There are obviously things to discuss. replied the Baron, removing his cap, cane, and gloves, placing them on a nearby hat rack, and indicating towards the sitting room.
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Post by Shura on Mar 30, 2004 14:33:13 GMT -5
Jarek, having never lived in a proper house (having spent most his life in the basement of his old master), looks impressed. The polished manners and apparel of the servant made him glance down at his own dirty clothes and perhaps slightly undernourished fame. 'You wouldn't be thinking of taking on any staff, Mister Vlanzano, sir? I'm good at learning languages and I could make things for you.' his quick mind always seemed to dart from one topic to the next, 'What do you think the...uh...the lady will do next? Do you know her? I hoped she liked the crystal.'
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Post by venatus on Mar 30, 2004 18:46:09 GMT -5
Ignoring Jareks comments not so much out of disrespect or feeling that his questiions were unjustified but rather feeling the conversation must be steered in one direction for now and then to others later he saysyou seem to know mer about her than at least me so please tell me sir, what is she. I have allready fought several non human cretures in my life, which I suspect is the case with her, but none could make a kill has quietly to a living man has she did on the Bridge
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 30, 2004 22:16:29 GMT -5
A gorgeous woman knocked at the door of Baron Valenzano. She ran her fingers through her white hair that had black stripes. Her red and black dress with no straps across her shoulders gave her a look of a seductress that came from some form of nobility. Her gray eyes stared at the door, waiting for a response.
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