Slyblue
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12/24/2019
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Siankan wrote:
Sian laughs. "Well, what a host mostly does is make people happy, and occasionally prevent a mauling. So you see, I am doing my job as we speak." As they pass through those who would rather watch than dance, he exchanges a word here, a head nod there.
"You really oughtn't have worried about your reception here. A friend of Tanith Wyrmwood is a friend of mine. She's quite wise enough not to arrive with trouble in tow, and there are many ways of handling matters should she ever be proven wrong. And not even a common thug is going to be thrown out of here (assuming he gets in) unless he leaves me no other option--and a man with a tiger on payroll is rarely out of options."
They reach the bar Sian has had set up. "Now, what is your preference? Surface, London, or Overzee?"
“Night’s young for anything other than Morelways, good man.” Maxwell answers, turning his back to the bar to lean against it in contemplative silence. “I knew a man who had a tiger on payroll, once. Well, knew him in the vaguest sense of the word, you understand – didn’t quite catch his name before the Constables broke down the door and tried to jail me for murder. Perks of the job an’ all that.” He moves to roll his sleeve up, but quickly decides against it. “None of ‘em dared to come between her and me – that is, between her fangs sinking on my arm and me trying to reach my gun. Lovely lot, those coppers.”
He turns towards Sian, tilting his head in apparent curiosity. “Has your name ever been on a Licenciate’s list, Professor? I’d ask if you ever broke into a house to kill someone, but, well –“ His smirk is lopsided in sympathy. “ – If Hieronymus was not talking out of his arse, you are the type of man who knows several ways to end someone’s life. Some of them might even include death.”
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"For hearts of truest mettle, absence doth join and Time doth settle."
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RosamundAtwood
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12/24/2019
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RosamundAtwood wrote:
Rosamund smiles. "A pleasure to meet you, old man. My name is Rosamund Atwood." She extends her hand. "I'm be delighted to dance with you. Shall we?"
"of course it seems the waltz is in order. I must confess I never learnt it so you may have to lead." The old man begins dancing with a fair degree of spryness considering he's technically dead and begins conversation, "so what brings you to this party" he whispers the next bit "am I to assume you were not on the original guest list." He spares a brief thought for his protégé mr black, but is quietly confident that he will find a partner.
Rosamund is happy to take the lead - it seems those childhood dance lessons are proving to be useful after all.
"I'm a rather new acquaintance of Professor Kan," she replies. "He's been most generous in allowing me to peruse his rather large library. Most who have as significant a collection as he are rather protective of their tomes. I was surprised to receive an invitation - I suppose that is his way of telling me to put the books down for a night and socialize!" She laughs.
"And you? What brings you here this evening?"
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the old man
Posts: 381
12/24/2019
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RosamundAtwood wrote:
Rosamund is happy to take the lead - it seems those childhood dance lessons are proving to be useful after all.
"I'm a rather new acquaintance of Professor Kan," she replies. "He's been most generous in allowing me to peruse his rather large library. Most who have as significant a collection as he are rather protective of their tomes. I was surprised to receive an invitation - I suppose that is his way of telling me to put the books down for a night and socialize!" She laughs.
"And you? What brings you here this evening?"
"similar but for me it was making the court accept im a poet lauret. " He leans in in this part "to be frank im not entirely certain I know the good professor, the irrigo makes it hard to tell." The old man carries on with the dance. Only nearly causing calamity that one time with the octopus and the drinks tray.
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an old irish spy from the colonies, somewhat irrigo impaired but still sharp as a tack. friendly enough just don't mention parabola he gets awfully melancholic. (an honorary cat my life is complete)
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Siankan
Posts: 1048
12/24/2019
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Slyblue wrote:
He turns towards Sian, tilting his head in apparent curiosity. “Has your name ever been on a Licenciate’s list, Professor? I’d ask if you ever broke into a house to kill someone, but, well –“ His smirk is lopsided in sympathy. “ – If Hieronymus was not talking out of his arse, you are the type of man who knows several ways to end someone’s life. Some of them might even include death.”
Sian's body goes very still--the stillness of solemnity, but also the sort of stillness that makes experienced men very nervous. His voice, when it comes, is soft and whispering. "Have I killed before? Yes. Men, and beasts, and other things beside. And for all your danger, Mr. Bradford, I don't think you'd stand much chance of leaving my house, if I had reason to prevent it.
"But to take a life is to take away the most fundamental gift of the Creator, the most fundamental right of any being: the right to be. That is a grave and weighty thing. Sometimes it is needful. To save another life, to prevent or to punish the greatest crimes--in those moments, yes, justice may require removing a forfeited right. In those moments, a man must act. Even then, however, the cost is greatest for the taker.
"Besides, there are greater things than justice. To take a life is to stand between a man and an even greater, more sacred gift: the chance at redemption. Oh, he may never find it, I know, but as long as a man breathes the gate is open. I once told a man that grace means nothing unless it means everything. It's still true. So, Mr. Bradford, I would not willingly stand in the path of a man's redemption. Not even yours."
A moment later, his breathing is audible again. "Nor his drink. Morelways, you say?" He pours two glasses, then raises one in toast. "To a wonderful evening."
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Shadowcthuhlu
Posts: 1557
12/24/2019
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(Sorry, I spent the last three days being taken over by holiday nonsense)
Questions about swans and rubbery musings are left behind as the music plays. Rules be damned and rulers overthrown - Dirae Erinyes and Eensong only have eyes for each other. Dirae Erinyes leads, leaving breathless space in between steps as they improvise on the standard waltz. Evensong loses themselves at the dip, letting their guard down as they fall in Dirae Erinyes strong arms. A favor returned as they spin Dirae Erinyes across the floor, showing strength beyond their frame as joyous laughter fills the air with each spin. All is forgotten in a moment
But of course this can't last. Not if the matrons have anything to say about. One is already gathering back up to break up the happy couple. But at least it's a pleasant sight for the romantic. And the war of wills to follow surely to be entertaining for those who aren't.
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https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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the old man
Posts: 381
12/24/2019
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Shadowcthuhlu wrote:
(Sorry, I spent the last three days being taken over by holiday nonsense)
Questions about swans and rubbery musings are left behind as the music plays. Rules be damned and rulers overthrown - Dirae Erinyes and Eensong only have eyes for each other. Dirae Erinyes leads, leaving breathless space in between steps as they improvise on the standard waltz. Evensong loses themselves at the dip, letting their guard down as they fall in Dirae Erinyes strong arms. A favor returned as they spin Dirae Erinyes across the floor, showing strength beyond their frame as joyous laughter fills the air with each spin. All is forgotten in a moment
But of course this can't last. Not if the matrons have anything to say about. One is already gathering back up to break up the happy couple. But at least it's a pleasant sight for the romantic. And the war of wills to follow surely to be entertaining for those who aren't.
the old man being of the romantic type smiles at the couple, with only a hint of jealousy at their romantic skills. When the old man got home he found a few romantic notions he didn't recall procuring.
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an old irish spy from the colonies, somewhat irrigo impaired but still sharp as a tack. friendly enough just don't mention parabola he gets awfully melancholic. (an honorary cat my life is complete)
https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/The%20old%20man
no plant battles please for the love of god
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Siankan
Posts: 1048
12/24/2019
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Shadowcthuhlu wrote:
But of course this can't last. Not if the matrons have anything to say about. One is already gathering back up to break up the happy couple. But at least it's a pleasant sight for the romantic. And the war of wills to follow surely to be entertaining for those who aren't.
The woman, in an awful breach of decorum, walks straight through the dancers (risking tramplement by happy waltzers in the process). My goodness, that dancer in the mask of ugly women very nearly stepped on her dancing slipper! Of course, most of those assembled are too well-bred to make any comment, and besides, it's clear to anyone that it's the woman's fault.
The object of her ire becomes apparent. On the other side of the ball, a young thing in a pink domino has been speaking to--gasp!--a Rubbery Man. (One cannot, of course, say speaking with, though she seems to be trying awfully hard.) Her mother is on the very edge of making a scene when Ondine and Tanith saunter over.
"La! Mrs. Buntingford! So wonderful to hear you. I see that you've met our delightful guest, Mr. Ooofarsoooth? Darling, you could have simply asked for an introduction." And like that, the spider is trapped in her own steel web. Ondine courtesies to her tentacled guest, forcing dear Mrs. Buntingford to do the same. She extricates herself as soon as possible, but Ondine makes sure it doesn't happen too quickly. By that time, Tanith has taken Miss Buntingford's elbow and they are long gone.
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Lord Gazter
Posts: 665
12/24/2019
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the old man wrote:
Shadowcthuhlu wrote:
(Sorry, I spent the last three days being taken over by holiday nonsense)
Questions about swans and rubbery musings are left behind as the music plays. Rules be damned and rulers overthrown - Dirae Erinyes and Eensong only have eyes for each other. Dirae Erinyes leads, leaving breathless space in between steps as they improvise on the standard waltz. Evensong loses themselves at the dip, letting their guard down as they fall in Dirae Erinyes strong arms. A favor returned as they spin Dirae Erinyes across the floor, showing strength beyond their frame as joyous laughter fills the air with each spin. All is forgotten in a moment
But of course this can't last. Not if the matrons have anything to say about. One is already gathering back up to break up the happy couple. But at least it's a pleasant sight for the romantic. And the war of wills to follow surely to be entertaining for those who aren't.
the old man being of the romantic type smiles at the couple, with only a hint of jealousy at their romantic skills. When the old man got home he found a few romantic notions he didn't recall procuring.
Having finished a dance with a graceful young socialite Lord Gazter fills his empty hand with another glass of wine. He watches the charming and romantic dance of his friends, and silently toasting to their continued happiness. As the dance concludes Lord Gazter looks through the crowd for a short while before noticing the lonely old bandaged gentleman. It was not an unfamiliar site for his lordship. Lord Gazter feeling in the mood for some interesting conversation decides to approach the old fellow.
"Ah dear friend I believe we are not yet acquainted. I'm Lord Barnabas Gazter."
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Victoria Crow: a spirited la.. young woman and freshly anointed firebrand.
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Iris Sims
Posts: 21
12/24/2019
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Lady Sapho Byron wrote:
Lady Byron laughs brightly, “Have no fear, a waltz is a waltz even in the Neath!”
And then they begin. Lady Byron, it transpires, is splendid dancer who glides more than steps through the dance and her lead of Iris is gentle, warm, and exceedingly confident. “See,” she chuckles, “nothing reversed … we save that for those Elder Continent dances! And when you are not collecting candles or charming ball attendees, how do you amuse yourself?”
Iris follows easily, relieved that she remembers how. "Now, we've been talking about me far too much! What about yourself?"
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the old man
Posts: 381
12/24/2019
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Lord Gazter wrote:
Having finished a dance with a graceful young socialite Lord Gazter fills his empty hand with another glass of wine. He watches the charming and romantic dance of his friends, and silently toasting to their continued happiness. As the dance concludes Lord Gazter looks through the crowd for a short while before noticing the lonely old bandaged gentleman. It was not an unfamiliar site for his lordship. Lord Gazter feeling in the mood for some interesting conversation decides to approach the old fellow.
"Ah dear friend I believe we are not yet acquainted. I'm Lord Barnabas Gazter."
"hello my dear fellow your the glassman aren't you, a former friend of mine spoke very fondly of you before, well I wont bore you with the details but suffice to say we were in the valley of serpents and we turned left instead of right and here I am in bandages. But enough talk I have tried a waltz, would you care for a drink and a game that's much more my style. Im so sorry forgot to introduce myself the old man cannon".
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an old irish spy from the colonies, somewhat irrigo impaired but still sharp as a tack. friendly enough just don't mention parabola he gets awfully melancholic. (an honorary cat my life is complete)
https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/The%20old%20man
no plant battles please for the love of god
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Lord Gazter
Posts: 665
12/24/2019
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the old man wrote:
"hello my dear fellow your the glassman aren't you, a former friend of mine spoke very fondly of you before, well I wont bore you with the details but suffice to say we were in the valley of serpents and we turned left instead of right and here I am in bandages. But enough talk I have tried a waltz, would you care for a drink and a game that's much more my style. Im so sorry forgot to introduce myself the old man cannon".
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"Oh I'm afraid you have me mistaken with another. My work is more in the funding of art, literature, and theater as well as taking part in matters at court, but I will gladly join you for a bit of sport and drink."
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Lord Gazter: a charming gentleman of noble birth and a person of significant influence.
Victoria Crow: a spirited la.. young woman and freshly anointed firebrand.
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the old man
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12/24/2019
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Lord Gazter wrote:
"Oh I'm afraid you have me mistaken with another. My work is more in the funding of art, literature, and theater as well as taking part in matters at court, but I will gladly join you for a bit of sport and drink."
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"of course my sincerest apologies I sometimes get like that once the wine and irrigo sets in, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me". He says pulling up a chair by the table "what's your game, for my transgression you get to pick"
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an old irish spy from the colonies, somewhat irrigo impaired but still sharp as a tack. friendly enough just don't mention parabola he gets awfully melancholic. (an honorary cat my life is complete)
https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/The%20old%20man
no plant battles please for the love of god
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Honeyaddict
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12/24/2019
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August whilst dancing was looking around the room for people he knew and looked for anything of interest. When the two lesser scandals happened he decided not to engage the rubbery fellow in a dance, after all taking all the scandal for oneself wasn't too polite. Even though he was more than tempted to. He walked back to the garden where the serpent was still, he crouched down and petted the creature before returning to the ballroom, looking for small bites and drinks to have. He was standing near them, holding a plate and offering it to people who came near, ready for a chat, or a dance.
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Honeyaddict, Scarlet Saint, Paramount Presence
pleasure to meet you.
Has some ideas the Masters won't approve of like some items and establishing a Colony in Parabola.
I will accept most social interactions (not duping). I do enjoy role playing as well.
Have some possibly still active codes!
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Thanos Black
Posts: 63
12/24/2019
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Honeyaddict wrote:
August whilst dancing was looking around the room for people he knew and looked for anything of interest. When the two lesser scandals happened he decided not to engage the rubbery fellow in a dance, after all taking all the scandal for oneself wasn't too polite. Even though he was more than tempted to. He walked back to the garden where the serpent was still, he crouched down and petted the creature before returning to the ballroom, looking for small bites and drinks to have. He was standing near them, holding a plate and offering it to people who came near, ready for a chat, or a dance.
On his perambulations through the ballroom, Thanos graciously accepts a bite from a plate offered to him by the man in the amber half-mask. "I don't believe I have had the pleasure of making your acquaintance, dear sir! Thanos Black, at your service!"
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Avid Collector of Multifarious Paraphernalia and all Manner of Things Useless, Unwanted and Unnecessary.
https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Thanos%20Black
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Lord Gazter
Posts: 665
12/25/2019
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the old man wrote:
"of course my sincerest apologies I sometimes get like that once the wine and irrigo sets in, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me". He says pulling up a chair by the table "what's your game, for my transgression you get to pick"
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"Nothing to worry about my friend. I easily forgive you. Now then let us play some Draw Poker if you wouldn't mind." Lord Gazter refills his half and a quarter filled glass back to full and makes himself comfortable opposite of the old man. "Would you be so kind as to deal dear friend?"
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Lord Gazter: a charming gentleman of noble birth and a person of significant influence.
Victoria Crow: a spirited la.. young woman and freshly anointed firebrand.
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Honeyaddict
Posts: 501
12/25/2019
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Thanos Black wrote:
"I don't believe I have had the pleasure of making your acquaintance, dear sir! Thanos Black, at your service!"
August put down the plate on the table. "Honeyaddict, pleasure to meet you, I can't say I've heard of you sadly, are you perhaps new down in this city of ours?" He asked with a kind smile.
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Honeyaddict, Scarlet Saint, Paramount Presence
pleasure to meet you.
Has some ideas the Masters won't approve of like some items and establishing a Colony in Parabola.
I will accept most social interactions (not duping). I do enjoy role playing as well.
Have some possibly still active codes!
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Thanos Black
Posts: 63
12/25/2019
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Honeyaddict wrote:
August put down the plate on the table. "Honeyaddict, pleasure to meet you, I can't say I've heard of you sadly, are you perhaps new down in this city of ours?" He asked with a kind smile.
"Indeed I am sir, a mere two or three months in the Neath." A thought flashes through his mind. Has it only been that long? The Surface feels like a lifetime away. With a quick shake of the head, he gets back in the discussion with his companion. "Still trying to find my bearings, to be honest, both in the winding roads of London, and through the winding entrapments of life in the Neath. Truly, the Surface could hardly have prepared anyone for the splendors, mysteries and terrors that lie in wait in the dark corners of the world." Then with a slight gesture of his wine glass he adds "But you sir, seem to have had considerable experience with life in the Neath, unless I am very mistaken".
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Avid Collector of Multifarious Paraphernalia and all Manner of Things Useless, Unwanted and Unnecessary.
https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Thanos%20Black
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Lady Sapho Byron
Posts: 770
12/25/2019
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Iris follows easily, relieved that she remembers how. "Now, we've been talking about me far too much! What about yourself?"
“I’m vain, conceited, scandalous, and a show-off; I am also fearless, curious, brilliant, and extremely witty. So now you know who you’re dancing with. Would you like to know something more specific? I’m very happy to talk about myself.”
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http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Lady%20Sapho%20L%20Byron
Fighting the Menace of Corsetry Since 1892.
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Odetteah Fairbridge
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12/25/2019
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A woman wearily walks up to the doors of the Cintamani House somewhat out of breath. Her practically Peligin hair tied up in a braided bun, with looser locks threatening to cover her mask. The mask itself only covered her head down to her nose. The mask was colored scarlet, and near the light seeping from the windows the faintest twinkle of gold glimmers from the painted floral like patterns on the facewear in question. Her dress was rather decorative. A Peligin corset with a violant skirt, both minimally and modestly embroidered with threads that reflected like gold but were nothing more than a pale immitation. She held the skirt slightly above the ground with her black laced gloves gripping the fabric, her equally black boots visible underneath. Only one thing stuck out like a sore thumb on her attire, a velvet colored silk wrapped around her right arm just above her glove which covered up halfway to the elbow.
She glanced behind herself twice and nearly stumbled on her second time. Regaining her footing the lady's shoulders sagged in supposed relief.
The woman caught her breath, or faked it enough to convince herself, and raised her head to walk calmly in.
Odetteah Fairbridge bowed her head politely to the Tigress as she entered. She was late. She knew she was late. Ms. Fairbridge's emerald eyes wandered across the sea of people. She found herself smiling, to her own surprise.
"It's wonderful..." Odetteah stills for a moment in realization. She was invited to this by the Professor, it'd be best to find him and thank him for his hospitality.
As she begins looking, she holds her right arm.
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"'Fickle'? Perhaps at first glance, sure.
But know that a first glance is but a grain of sand on a beaches shore.
A vastly minuscule part of an ever expansive whole."
https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Odetteah
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Siankan
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12/25/2019
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Odetteah Fairbridge wrote:
"It's wonderful..." Odetteah stills for a moment in realization. She was invited to this by the Professor, it'd be best to find him and thank him for his hospitality.
After finally letting Mrs. Buntingford escape, Ondine spends a minute or two chatting with Balkis. Guests continue to drift in, as they will at a ball, but the flow has slowed now and the tiger has little to do (unless of course someone does something memorably unwise).
Thus she is near the entrance when the doors are opened for a scarlet-masked woman. She catches Ondine's attention. She's alone, for one thing, and she doesn't carry herself like a woman used to dropping into grand social occasions. (This is, almost certainly, a sign of something interesting.) Then there's the wrap. She'd spent too much time in Veilgarden to think that was a fashion statement, and too much time patching up Captain Drake to miss the way the woman held her arm. She doesn't recognize her (though in a masquerade that only says so much), but this was perhaps a case to take in hand.
Ondine walks up to the new arrival, voice bright. "Do come in! Welcome to the festivities." More quietly, she adds, "And darling, are you all right?"
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