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Post by Rose Loveall on May 5, 2008 16:33:00 GMT -5
Oh, you have no idea.
"That's terribly kind of you..."
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 5, 2008 16:36:23 GMT -5
"Not at all," *Oscar brushed aside her thanks.* "It is my duty."
*She looked around. Now. If only something looked familiar to her, this would be easier. Everything felt... new. Not just to her, but age wise.*
"Forgive me," *she said, bowing.* "I am Oscar François de Jarjayes, at your service."
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 5, 2008 17:43:22 GMT -5
"Looooooady Rose Loveall," he replied, still not sure if he should use "Lord" now and moving quickly to "Lady" out of habit.
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 5, 2008 17:48:36 GMT -5
*Oscar raised an eyebrow at the girl's hesitation, but it only went to prove she needed someone.*
"Lady Loveall," *she said.* "I offer you my protection. Come; we will find you lodgings. Do you prefer to ride, or walk?"
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 5, 2008 17:51:00 GMT -5
"I don't mind walking."
Riding would mean having to decide between sidesaddle or split legs, and Rose wasn't sure which was more awkward now. At least the boy seemed nice. Rose's mother would have liked him, Rose decided.
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 5, 2008 17:53:41 GMT -5
*Oscar smiled gently, and set off--leading the horse--down the street the way she'd come. They were sure to find someplace suitable to house Lady Loveall; and to find out where she was.*
((Any ideas where to go?))
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 5, 2008 17:54:08 GMT -5
((The inn's always popular.))
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Post by Lucy Harris on May 24, 2008 19:15:58 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*It had taken some doing, but after raiding a wardrobe at the Le Rouge (a wardrobe which, she was sure, the owner of would likely not realize anything was missing from), Lucille made her way through Paris. She was enjoying the sights, feeling much better without the concerns of the little git Lucy flying around her mind.
Though, there were still a few things she'd need to procure before she was completely free to do as she wished. A certain item in particular...
She smiled when she found the specialty store that made all manner of custom blades. Exactly what she was looking for. The look on the store manager's face at what she requested was rather amusing.
"Madamoiselle, such an item is rather exotic and will not be had cheaply..."
*Lucille waved a careless hand as she placed a substantial sum on the counter*
"Would this do for both the cost and your silence as to who it is being made for?" She asked primly.
*The manager's eyes gleamed with avarice. He hadn't seen that much in ages...*
"Of course, madamoiselle. Please return in [reasonable but fast timeframe for making a blade] time. It should be completed by then."
*She nodded as she handed him her umbrella*
"Good. I shall be here at precisely that time."
*With that, she was gone*
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Post by Lucy Harris on May 29, 2008 19:30:49 GMT -5
***A REASONABLE BUT FAST TIMEFRAME FOR MAKING A BLADE LATER...*** *She returned, promptly, impassive save for the expectant gleam in her eye.* "Good day to you, sir. I trust you remember me?" *The man behind the counter nodded* "I have it. It wasn't easy, but..." "Explanations are not necessary. Presenting it to me presently would be sufficient." *Nodding, he disappeared into the back room a moment, somewhat unnerved by her manner. There was something cold and dangerous about her... He returned with an object wrapped in black cloth, carefully handling is as he handed it across the counter to her* "Here it is, as you requested, madame." *Breaking into a smile, Lucille took it from him, holding it as though it were a holy relic newly discovered* "Thank you, sir. I complement you on your assistance, and bid you good-day." *Without waiting for a reply, she was gone. He stared after where she'd gone for a moment, wondering. What on earth could such a lady need with an umbrella that held a concealed, sharpened blade in it? * |
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Post by Rebecca on May 30, 2008 18:31:19 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Rebecca had walked into the city, enjoying the fine day, to post a letter to Stefan.*
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Post by Rudolf on May 30, 2008 18:39:17 GMT -5
*It felt wonderful to be back, and it wasn't until he'd started moving about the streets of Paris that he realized how he'd missed this place. It had, somehow, taken on the feeling of home to him while he'd lived there, despite his feeling rather out of place most of the time.
There was a smile on his face as his eye was caught by long, dark hair...very familiar...
His heart leapt, though he tried not to get his hopes up.*
"Becca?"
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Post by Rebecca on May 30, 2008 18:45:34 GMT -5
*Becca turned with a vague frown of curious confusion as she heard her name called, then she saw Rudolf. She tried to smile, but her face was pale.*
"Your Majesty," *she said softly, bowing her head.*
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Post by Rudolf on May 30, 2008 18:47:47 GMT -5
*His expression softened to one of both tenderness and concern. She was so pale...*
"Rudolf, Becca." He said gently.
"Are you all right?"
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Post by Rebecca on May 30, 2008 18:50:10 GMT -5
"I'm fine. I've been--I am well," *she said hastily.* "Thank you. And you...you have, er...been...much occupied with state matters, I assume?"
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Post by Rudolf on May 30, 2008 18:54:10 GMT -5
"Much too occupied." He said wearily.
"I had to escape, if only for a little while."
*Even paled, she was still beautiful.*
"I had to see again what I missed."
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