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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 31, 2004 1:18:23 GMT -5
A middle-aged bulter with a long face and a hooked nose opened the door for at the knocking.
Yes, madam. May I help you? he asked, in a regal, slightly accented tone.
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Baron Valenzano sat down on a plush velvet armchair, crossing one leg over the other. He looked at the second man squarely in the eye and asked
I don't believe I've yet made your acquaintance. Baron Niccolo Valenzano di Gariboldi di Arese di Milano. he said, a slightly, almost imperceptible Italian accent in his voice Jarek, please choose one thing to say, and say purely that. Having had the dedication to build all those devices, you surely must know the value of single-mindedness. I intend not to demean you, but to be clear, as we have just stepped on a very perilous and unforgiving path.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 31, 2004 2:03:13 GMT -5
"Sono Cassandra Valentino. Sto cercando il Baron Valenzano." ((I am Cassandra Valentino. I am looking for Baron Valenzano.)) She says cordially while curtsying.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 31, 2004 9:52:15 GMT -5
Ah, Signorina Valentino. Prego, entri. Il barone Valenzano ti sta aspettando nella stanza. (Please enter, Baron Valenzano awaits you in the sitting room) said the butler congenially, taking her coat and leading the woman to the living room.
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kaber
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Post by kaber on Apr 1, 2004 14:57:43 GMT -5
~a misty rain began to decend upon the cobbled streets and winding alleys of London. In those dark alleys people scurried like rats to seek shelter in nearby pubs or under the eves of buidings they could not or would not enter. The fog was still presant and the rain was little more than an annoyance. Lending a chill to the air. For Robert Keith Edington it was a perfect night. He stalked the darkness, waiting and watching. A hunter seeking his prey. An hour passed, and then another. His need grew and he fought off the urge to take the first of many potential victums. And then. Stooped and drunken a man stumbled his way through a dark alley. Robert needed little light to know his victum. Probably a homeless bum seeking someplace to sleep away the dreary night. Robert stepped into the alley after him and fallowed him half way before speaking. His voice was cold and though it was not loud the man stopped, seemingly frozen in time, before turning to great the new commer.
"Wsat ya say?"
The bum asked, squinting to make out the large Shadow that made its way towards him.
"Rest now, weary soul for I have brought you a gift."
Robert spoke but it was not him. Not really, for another persona had taken hold of him. It was the being that allowed him to kill, out of mercy to sate the hunger that burned within the other. That part of him that did what had to be done and did indeed, delight in its task. For it deemed itself a servent of death and to kill was what it had been born to do.
"A gifft, ye say? Bah! I av no need o yer giffts ye filth ridden corpse. Why I've ad better rags n' you drug behin me carriage. And for sport at that. Begone with you now."
The man turned to continue his way but Robert was upon him, silent as the wind and as fast as a spitting cobra.
"I bring you the gift of oblivion"
He whispered in the mans ear even as his hand fell across the mans mouth and nose. Though he struggled it was brief for the gloved hand held a black kercheif soaked in eather and so the man fell. Robert dropped his case and, opening the latches, quickly extracted a length of surgical tubing. One end he inserted into a Large, glass vial and the other split into two needle like protrubances. With deft motions he peirced the skull just behind and below the ear, sliding the needles into the mans brain, then withdrawing it slightly. The vial began to fill with fluid. A dark, watery substance.~
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Post by Shura on Apr 1, 2004 15:21:28 GMT -5
Jarek whispers to the man next to him. You see her clothes? They might be tiger skin. I've seen them in picture books, my old master had been to the East once, and had a tooth of one. It's like a cat, but massive, almost as big as a horse, and it hunt's animals. One day, once I make my fortune, maybe I'd like to go to India, and see one. I wonder if they can be tamed? I don't know if I want to spend the rest of my life here. London's got lots of interesting things in it, but it's dirty, dark and always rains. Quite depressing sometimes.'
He gave a small sigh, and resigned himself to his current situation. Jarek than approached the visitor, intending to ask if she had ever been to the east and seen a tiger. Then something stopped him. He looked closer, remembering what he had seen through his telescopic lesnes earlier. Could such an elegant, graceful lady be the same figure he had seen springing from the rooftops of the city? The same one that said there was something wrong with humans? It would probably be tactful not to bring that up. But he had to find out somehow. She was certainly no inncoent girl. Part of him was nervous, he sensed a certain predatory nature about her. He also recognised certain artificial scents around her. Then again, what harm was there in a little conversation? 'Um...miss...Cassandra?'
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Apr 1, 2004 19:58:56 GMT -5
Cassandra entered the room with her head held high. When asked a question by the man she looks at him and asks, "Yes? Have we met?"
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Apr 2, 2004 1:34:39 GMT -5
I do not believe that we've had the pleasure of meeting formally, Miss Valentino. Your reputation preceeds you. says the Baron, rising to his feet and making his way over to his guest I am Baron Valenzano. I understand that you have been looking for me?
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Post by EriannaArmstead on Apr 3, 2004 4:22:29 GMT -5
*Lifting the hood of her cloak over her hair, she took Trent's arm and together they walked the short distance to the baron's home. Erianna hesitated momentarily outside her door, to make sure she heard the click of the locks. A snorting, snuffling sound could be heard inside, her precious pets, Apollo and Ares, massive, male Doberman Pinschers, each weighing approximately 140 lbs. To Erianna, Trent and Emily, they were the sweetest of dogs.....but to just met strangers, and especially uninvited guests, they knew their jobs, and did them well.*
*At the baron's door, Trent rapped upon it with his walking stick.....it was opened by a not too old looking man with a bird like face. Trent spoke to him.* "Please tell your master that the Lady Erianna and her companion, Trent, has come to call upon him, as requested by his note."
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Post by Shura on Apr 3, 2004 8:34:14 GMT -5
Jarek continues to talk with Cassandra, 'Well, it's funny you should ask that. You know, I too believe that curiosity is a problem of man, of myself in particular. Of course, I also consider it a great strength. Otherwise how will boundaries be pushed, and secrets uncovered? After all, it hasn't gotten me killed yet, though maybe I've come close. Then again, not all of us are as lucky as to have nine lives.'
Jarek remembered the warning uttered by the creature in the rooftops, and watched Cassandra's reaction closely. Come to think about, there was something almost feline about the grace with which she carried herself.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Apr 3, 2004 11:09:38 GMT -5
The Baron looked up, distracted, the moment Davide opened the door. He stood up suddenly, crossed the room as silently as a ghost and opened the door to an adjoining foyer. Opening a small crack in the door frame, he removed a small blunderbuss with practiced precision. Gliding back to his seat, he placed the blunderbuss in an ingeniously concealed cubby in the side of the chair, covered by a flap of velvet. He pulled the chair closer to the thick, wooden table in the center of the circle and sat back, confidently
We have company, ladies and gentlemen. Remain calm and let me do the talking, if you please.
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Post by venatus on Apr 3, 2004 14:01:31 GMT -5
thinking to himself, so it's looks like she's coming here after all. I better try and figure out as much about her has I can although the more I think about it I was probably just overestimating the man she killed, chances are he was probably thinking she would join him through the night. oh well i'm certain no one in this room will make the same mistake. but still being a bit nervours he rested his hand on his leg and felt the dagger hidden under his cloak and took comfort in knowing he had his small assortment of poisens (most meant to knock out) daggers a blowgun and darts.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Apr 5, 2004 20:07:29 GMT -5
Cassandra's eyebrow rose, "I do not recall saying such a thing, but about that, I feel that things should not be forcibly revealed but have time remove the veil. Many things are kept secret for a reason." Her eyes looked straight through his, hoping he was getting the hidden message that he was walking in a tigress' den and poking it with a stick.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Apr 5, 2004 22:57:12 GMT -5
The Baron switched to whispers and into Italian before speaking
I heard you quite clearly when you introduced yourself to my butler... however, we should address our business another time. At present, I have an important matter to attend to
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Post by Shura on Apr 6, 2004 14:57:48 GMT -5
Jarek realised that he was probably in enough trouble already and decided not to push his luck with Cassandra. Instead he sat down with a resigned sigh and waited. He was in a dangerous situation but at leastit would be anything but boring.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Apr 6, 2004 16:24:52 GMT -5
Cassandra nodded her head and quieted.
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