Cosmo Beck
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Cosmo had largely been silent up until now, merely nodding along to the toasts while enjoying the taste of the wine. Barely audibly, they had tutted as Jen downed her wine, not out of objection to the coarseness of it, but the lack of appreciation of the rich Bordeaux grapes.
They had been eyeing Michael’s almost full glass of wine as the debate had rushed around them, but listening, always listening.
‘Cosmo, Hubris? Are you in?’
They lift their head slowly. The eyes of the room are looking alternately at Jen, Hubris, and themselves. They clear their throat, much like they would before a lecture, and begin to speak in a soft, low voice.
‘I am concerned,’ they began, before pausing briefly, waiting for Michael to shove a weasel back into his coat. ‘At how some of our number seem to underestimate the potential noise that a casualty could create.’ Curling their lips, they remark, ‘I hope none of you think I’m squeamish. My objections are merely pragmatic.’
They set down their glass and turn to Jen.
‘Naturally I’m in. All of it. While some may have my respect, that doesn’t register as a concern.’ They tilt their head ever so slightly towards Tanner. ‘This is, of course, incredibly ambitious. I am sure we will go into greater detail concerning the finer points of the plan later, but for now I’m satisfied.’
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Anactoria St James
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Lady Jen Black wrote:
"Anactoria isn't just here for you to admire her, no matter how adorable she is. I need an animal handler, and someone who looks innocent and pretty enough to play distraction."
'Animal handler' might by glorifying it a bit much, Anactoria thinks. But at least I now I know what I'm supposed to be doing. I can also do innocent and pretty. Wait ... who here is admiring me?!
Ana studies the handle of her cane for a bit, excited, nervous, and flushed.
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Hubris Glamore
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1/8/2018
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The butler gave a wry smile, placing his now empty glass to the side. "Per our agreement Lady Black, I am at your disposal for the duration of this endeavour. There is no concern there."
With a slight frown, he continued, "As our guests have made clear, even when one wishes to avoid it, there is often a time when violence is the most prudent answer. Still, non lethal means are plentiful enough to give me confidence I will be relatively unlikely to...mortally inconvenience anyone. I have considerable pull belowstairs in the house's of the powerful, as my presence outside of a major event usually indicates that their masters are utilising my services to quash a scandal or take care of something they'd prefer to keep themselves and their staff at arm's length from. So in that regard I'm sure I can misdirect servants effectively." The frown vanished as he looked briefly to Lee. "Professional discretion is an excellent guideline in this regard."
He paused a moment and checked his watch before turning to the drinks trolley.
"Well then. Now that we all appear to have declared our willingness to participate in this caper, I believe we can dispense with the deception."
Lifting the cloth on the trolley, he revealed a small collection of glass vials containing clear liquid on the trolley's lower shelf. "Pain me though it does to bedevil such fine wine, I've taken the liberty to lace with it a subtle little additive that will take effect in roughly 15 minutes should you not take a dose of this counteragent to neutralise it." He smiled apologetically. "Nothing harmful you understand. Simply sleep and all the symptoms of having gotten rascally blackout drunk after waking. Particularly the blackout part."
He proceeded to pass the vials out to Jen and the guests before downing the last one himself. "Purely a precautionary measure, to avoid the scenario of anyone getting cold feet upon hearing the scheme and being in a position to inconvenience the rest of us. That would not do." A grin. "Still, now that we are all agreed, you'll have no further skulduggery from me towards the rest of you. We are after all, on the same side."
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Slyblue
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Michael's eyes can't bring themselves to look at Caroline's face, even as his mind tries to put such a ghoulish murder and her presence in the same scenario. There is something missing – a motive, an opportunity, the right circumstances, but he can only shake his head. He'll take Jen's word for it.
Lee, however, is a different matter. "Aye, she ain't verra peaceful. But I reckon someone--” His hands motion vaguely towards Anactoria.“--Will keep 'er reigned in. She has...uh, tha' effect on people, ye ken?” There is a small hint of embarrassment in his voice, deftly hid with a short cough.
As if summoned by it, the judgmental weasel peers once again from his pocket, sniffing the air around it before fixing its beady eyes on Jen. It slithers away with almost cat-like grace, briefly disappearing inside a sleeve, only to peek outside from the other—coincidentally finding itself closer to the woman. Chuckling, he brings his hand up towards her, turning his head to look into her eyes. His silence lasts a heartbeat too long. “Ye got a stange gift alright, Nicdubh. Death's not the best one – jus' the most visible one. The -real- gift is makin' sure we survive 'til mornin'.” And he adds, with a short sigh. “ Even if down here, mornin' never comes. ”
The weasel chirps, but perhaps not in agreement. Its nose twitches, whiskers shaking lightly in Jen's direction. “I won't say ye can trust me, min. I'll prove it to ye.”
Cosmo's words overlap with his own, bringing a toothy smile to his previously neutral expression before he can finish speaking. He glances at them with an acknowledging nod, an unspoken promise to continue talking after the plan's been set in stone. Those worries he can understand, and he's more than glad to explain. After all, his weapon had a few tricks or two – all he needed was a willing...or, perhaps, not so willing target.
The butler's reveal about the antidote, and more importantly, the poison, makes the mask of joy fall from his face like a cliff collapsing into the sea. He grips the vial tightly, pulling his other hand away from the woman's side and ushering the weasel away with a short grunt. "So much fer trust." He takes a short sip, enough to rid himself of the wine's taste, before tossing the vial aside. Should death take him that night, he would know better the following one. "But I meant what I said. Ye can trust me." He pushes himself away from the wall, making a point of stepping over the discarded vial as he does. He can feel the sound of shattering glass rattle between his grinding teeth. "Shame I canna say the same about ye now."
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Canvas Brimming
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Canvas examines the vial handed to him under the light. “What a wonderful display of trust. Truly.” He remarks in a sarcastic tone. He lazily raises the vial to the rest of the party. “Here's to drugged wine! And to pointing pistols at each other under the dining table! All very 'precautionary', of course. Viric didn't taste the stuff, did he? Or is he drooling uncontrollably and getting his pockets rummaged through on the street somewhere?”
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Lady Jen Black
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Sunday, 21 December, 1895
8:40 P.M.
Jen shakes her head at Canvas. "I had to be careful. Make sure nobody was going to sell us out. And I gave Viric the antidote before he left." She pauses. "Are you still in?"
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Lady Karnstein
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1/8/2018
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At one time, before the cider, such a poison would be meaningless to Caroline. Now? Best to take an be sure. "I am a woman of my word. I have given it. If you look into my reputation you will find I am known for being Steadfast. I do not intend to change that with some of the most dangerous people in the Neath."
Her purr does subtly change tone. "Do not do this again. I have come in answer to an invitation. A display of trust. I am disappointed. Not a threat, but I am unhappy." She regards the room with cool detachment, now, neither frowning nor smiling.
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shylarah
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Teh revelation of poison was not a pleasant one, but Nikki downed the antidote with good grace. "Very tricky, Hubris. Very tricky~ I mean yeah, it's...sorta bad form or whatever, what with invitations and hosting and whatever." She waved a hand in the direction of Lady Karnstein. "But I can understand not wanting loose lips. However!" She held up a finger, and her mobile expression turned into a fierce glare. "If you are willing to let a person end up feeling like they were black-out drunk without any of the fun of being black-out drunk beforehand, then you have an obligation to make sure each and every one of us has the chance to get black-out drunk for /real/ at some point in the near future." She couldn't keep the glare on her face for long, and halfway through it morphed back into a smile. "So after we pull off this trick for the ages, I guess we're all going out to drink. On Jen and Hubris's coin!"
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-Nikki, the Playful Daredevil, leading the constables on merry chases across London at every available opportunity. It's not a good robbery if you didn't get chased~
-Shylarah, waifish, wide-eyed, painfully foreign, entirely untamed. Her search for a way home now leads her to Parabola. There's something about her...
-Dr. Maxwell Thomas, a kindhearted physician who can't stand to see suffering. Moral to a fault, even to his own detriment. Unlucky in love.
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Hubris Glamore
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The butler gave Nikki a warm smile "You have a deal." before turning his attention to Canvas and Caroline, his expression apologetic, but his tone matter of fact. "I understand and appreciate your aggravation and I assure you, I take no pleasure in it. My loyalty is to my employer and those involved in carrying out this caper along with them. Once you declared that you were in, that included you. Until that point, you were witnesses. If you, or anyone else had decided otherwise, then the precautionary measure would have aptly protected all of us involved. "
An eyebrow raised at Canvas. "You're a detective, Mr. Blank. Considering this scheme gives us a litany of powerful opponents and our actions against some of them are quite literally treason in the legal sense, I'm sure you can appreciate that the danger in allowing potentially multiple witnesses to leave this room knowing our entire hit list."
"And I'm familiar with your reputation, Lady Karnstein, it is indeed impeccable in that regard. There is not a quality that I regard higher and indeed, my own reputation will tell you just as much vice versa if you'd like to play that game. Still, the circumstances demanded the precaution." He sighed. "Nevertheless, I look forward to working with you and everyone else in this room. As I said, we are now on the same side."
"Given what we've just been discussing in regards to what is and is appropriate methods, what is and is not an appropriate target and when is and is not appropriate use of violence," He gave a wry smile. "Consider this perhaps an example of professional discretion. I can think of many less pleasant methods to ensure our group's safety than to provide an unexpectedly early night, a hangover and a few hours of missing recollection to a witness who could raise an alarm before we've even gotten started."
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Canvas Brimming
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"Are you still in?"
“Yes, I'm still in. I understand, precautions are precautions and all, but this?” He scoffs. “No point in arguing over it now, I guess. Caroline said everything that needs to be said already. Bottoms up.”
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Cosmo Beck
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Upon hearing the announcement about the wine, Cosmo begins to utter some curses, some of them less than gentlemanly. As they spit expletives from their mouth, they accept the antidote and down it. To think they were going to discreetly finish Michael’s wine after this whole farce was over! Why did they ever decide to trust these...criminals? They stuff the empty vial into their back pocket and compose themselves.
‘So be it, Jen.’
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Aberrant Eremite
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1/8/2018
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Lee’s poker face is back in place. Her eyes are the color of old ice, and about as emotional. She leans on the back of Caroline’s chaise, not too close to her, but close. Her posture is relaxed, confident, and altogether unlike that of someone who’s just been told that she’s been poisoned. She contents herself with raising a skeptical eyebrow.
Privately, she considers that the poison might be a good idea. She’s been worried about Jen Black’s ability to keep the operation secret, so this is reassuring on that count. Of course, it might well have been Glamore’s idea in the first place, but that hardly matters; if Black can hire the right experts and heed their advice, that counts. Still, it’s discourteous to do it this way. They could have warned everyone beforehand, and it would have worked just as well. That makes two marks against Jen Black’s manners, nice legs or no. Still, Lee is a professional, she can deal with it…
But Canvas’s bitterness is a bad sign. He’s a more trusting person than she had taken him for, and she needs him to continue to trust if this is going to work. Michael is even more bitter, just shy of confrontational. Worrisome. Scouts and snipers have to operate with a lot of independence, and a good commander has to keep their morale high, or they might just decide not to show up when needed. If a commander has to annoy someone, it’s safest to dump it on the infantry. They don’t have a lot of options anyway, and they simply have to take it out on the enemy. Of course, in this scenario, that means me, she reflects wryly.
Nikki takes things in stride like a champ. Lee likes her. She doesn’t think that Nikki is interested in women - they’d spent an entire evening writing scurrilous sonnets together, and nary a spark. But it had still been a good time.
Cosmo swears - not exactly like a Zailor, but impressively. Lee recognizes French, and Classical Greek, and at least two more that she doesn’t know. No Latin, though, for some reason. A couple of the expressions are creative enough to make her smirk ever so faintly.
But Caroline is … coldly angry. More angry than she’s showing, Lee realizes unhappily. But she remains seated on her chaise. Well, I’ll talk to her about it later. Right now, keep your game face on. Nod politely to Glamore, no more than one cold haughty glance at Black. Any more stress, and this group could fall apart right now. Lee doesn't have to think about why that matters to her. It's the soldier's code. Never mind the command - you look out for your unit.
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Lady Jen Black
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Sunday, 21 December, 1895
8:55 P.M.
Jen reaches out a hand to Michael. Damn. One of the prettiest boys she's seen in the Neath and he's pissed with her. This wine drugging was a bad idea. The glass shatters, but she barely registers it. "Michael, I --" then she stops, because what can she say? It was necessary, a precaution she had to take. She doesn't know if he hears her, if he can be bothered with her. "I would have given you the antidote either way. But there was no way to only give the people I didn't trust the drug without making them suspicious. Michael, I'm sorry."
Canvas' bitterness is harder to stomach. She doesn't know him well. But what she saw, she liked. And that he would think her cruel enough to let Viric suffer... That hurts.
And Cosmo. She's known the scholar for so long, albeit only in passing. And she has never seen them this angry.
She doesn't blame Caroline or Lee for their veiled hostility. In their shoes, she would have reacted worse. Nikki's attempt to shrug it off is in character for her, but she suspects the woman's not best pleased either.
Hubris attempts to smooth things over, with limited success. But it's not good enough. And she knows it. So she forces herself to speak. "I am sorry for the deception. And I swear there will be no more lies between us. Give me a chance." Her posture is apologetic and her stance is one of humility. It's unfamiliar to be humble, but the only way she sees. She doesn't hide the way her hands start fidgeting as they all look at her askance.
She looks beseechingly at Tanner, the only one to not say anything. If he's going to turn on her too, she might as well abandon the heist. And fire Hubris.
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Anactoria St James
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1/8/2018
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The spark of fondness she initially felt for Mr Glamore snuffs out. Stiletto, she thinks of the other, and smiles wryly to herself. But you're not the only blade in the room. Anactoria takes the antidote with a wordless shrug.
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Tanner Price
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Tanner had returned to sitting back down during the discussion about the poisoning, but everyone knows he is the only one who did not indulge in the wine. Why not? Did he know about the poisoning beforehand and restrain for his own safety? For all anyone knows he was in on it. The group is becoming fractured enough, and everyone now distrusts Jen and Hubris before the heist even begins. If he said the wrong thing and convinced the group that he couldn't be trusted either, everything could completely fall apart. This isn't good. But Jen needs help up there. She's nervous in a way he's never seen her before. He has to defend his friend.
"Jen and Hubris were trying to be careful to protect the integrity of the plan, and I do understand why they chose to deceive you. It was a safety precaution. No personal attack on anybody was meant by it. However, I do not agree with them deciding to poison their team members. This whole situation could've been handled in a different and more honest way, and there will now be tension we need to work through in order to succeed. If we're all going to be working together, there needs to be trust. So far we're doing a very poor job of cultivating that. However, Jen's clearly remorseful for how this night began. And in my experience, there is no one more likely to put in excellent work than someone who has something to prove. Jen wants to earn your trust back. I have no doubt that she'll do everything in her power to make up for this incident. We should be willing to give her that chance. I still think we should go through with the heist." Tanner looks back over to his friend and nods, solemnly. He wishes he could do more, but he knows just as well as she does that this will not be easy.
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Hubris Glamore
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The butler was very pleased to hear a more moderate response. "I appreciate your measured approach, Captain."
He frowned. "My duty in this role is to prioritise the safety and success of my client and her co-conspirators as much as possible. The breach of etiquette was seen as we prepared as unfortunate but necessary." Drawing a little black book and pencil from his jacket pocket to make notes, he continued. "I regret most highly that in prioritising safety we have impacted on trust and thus success in the short term. But make no mistake, my loyalty to the job is absolute. Therefore in the interests of providing an apology and a show of good faith, I offer each of you a choice of two olive branches. 10% of my share, or a favour to be redeemed at a time of your choosing. I hope that this goes some way to clearing the air."
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Lady Karnstein
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Caroline sits up a bit slowly. Slow as she moves, one might think her drugged despite the antidote, but those who know her well know her for the tightly coiled spring she is. Still there is elegance to her languor, and she turns to the butler.
"I appreciate the offer, but I have no desire to take anything from you for this. I will put this unpleasantness between us behind us. You owe me nothing, Sir. Thank you." Her low breathy purr is a bit less cold, more what people are accustomed to. Her lazy smile has not returned, however. Long pale fingers toy with the glass as she looks around the room, thoughtfully.
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Infamous writer, artist, and courtesan. Unrepentant Invert. Hesperidean.
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Cosmo Beck
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‘I for one would certainly not object to some form of compensation,’ Cosmo interjects, ‘from both of you.’ They deliver Jen a hard look. ‘I’m sure these matters can be discussed later, but for now I’m on side. I appreciate your apology.’
They nod to Michael, acknowledging him, and lean back against the wall. They perhaps were not so angry about the poisoning as the embarrassment of it all. Rationally, the reasons behind it were understandable, Cosmo knew that, but, as such, they should have seen a trick like that coming and not made such a damn fuss about it afterwards.
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Lee is who she is, and she can’t change it. The sight of a beautiful woman begging her for forgiveness strikes a gallant chord in her heart. She wants to take Jen’s shaking hands, to speak softly and soothingly to her, to hold her close and tell her that all will be well…
She does none of these things. By the soldier’s code, friendship comes before affairs of the heart. And Caroline is her friend. As Caroline slowly rises, Lee straightens, and her hands drop to her belt. The small, discreet pistol, the knife weighted for throwing, the belt a concealed weapon in itself. If Caroline wants to leave the room after she takes the antidote, Lee will just have to ensure that she makes it out. She reckons that if she can quickly take out Price, Hubris, and - yes damn it, and Black - the rest won’t interfere. A part of Lee’s brain spits out objections - unknown loyalties - her odds alone against three trained combatants - her ignorance of Caroline’s fighting ability - but that part of the brain is weak, muffled, drowned in absinthe. She’s ready.
But Caroline does not leave the couch. Lee says nothing, does nothing. She only nods, once, to Jen - an acknowledgment of the apology, if something short of full acceptance. She listens respectfully to Price and Hubris, already forgetting that she had been reasoning how to kill them seconds earlier. That doesn’t matter anymore. They are professionals. They will do the heist.
It still sounds like fun.
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Slyblue
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“Dinna fash, Jen.” Michael's voice is louder now, cutting through the air with a hawker's clarity. His pace is measured, even if his hands are balled into fists inside his pockets, as he walks over the place he'd left his almost untouched glass. It was coincidentally close to the one who had apologized to him, and the irony was not lost to him. A few moments ago, the space where she stood seemed the safest one in the room. “I'm sure yer jus' followin' yer mentor's advice. No one's dead, aye? So we're either—what ye call it-- innocent in yer eens,” He shakes his head, sarcasm curling his lips into an humorless grin. “Or we jus' ain't that big o' a threat to ye.”
The glass feels cold in his hand. Some of its scent still lingers, like an old lady's perfume, but even that seems lost to him now. Somewhere in the room, Tanner is still talking. Had he been talking all along? Is that what stopped him from drinking the wine? He figures there's more to it than that, but the rumors had never been clear on Jen's personal life. Given the circumstances, he can almost guess why.
It's Hubris voice that makes him look up from his wine-dyed reflection. “Ye can keep yer money fer all I care, min." The words leave his mouth before he can properly process them. He has no use for henchmen, or butlers, or whatever a man like Hubris passes for these days. But he will think of something. For now, he tilts the glass in his hand, gently at first, before turning it upside down in a single motion. No one, he thinks, will mourn the dark stain it leaves behind. "I'll take the favor, fer what it's worth."
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