dismallyOriented
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6/6/2014
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Samael glared at Dolos. "Please, why not reveal my address too? They're all strangers--I like a healthy amount of fear in distant associates." Especially if one of them explicitly knew of the C_________ . This Moriarty character would be one to look out for.
He ignored the man prattling about masks. There were more important concerns to address. "First of all, if you wish to hide from devils, you'd need to block your soul somehow. We can see them, and they're all rather...distinct." Samael looked at the assembled team. His eyes, already glowing, took on a dangerous tint. "The only way to avoid being spotted is to line your clothing with lead, or simply lack a soul to begin with. Neither of which will be very palatable to any of you. Unless...?" He patted his pocket.
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Erazmus Kane
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6/6/2014
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Well this was unexpected. A traitorous Devil? The top brass would certainly be interested in this. However, that also put myself in much more danger. If he could see my soul, he could sense my true intent. My mask was lined with lead, but that would only raise suspicions. I needed their trust, and I needed it fast.
"Gentlemen, might we discuss this at a later venue? We may have a problem.
There are at least seven constables in civilian dress closing in on our location"
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The Foolsman
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6/7/2014
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'I see them.' said Dolos. He spoke quickly, 'The train departs in ten hours. For now, we shall part ways. Each of you should purchase a set of nondescript clothes, and whatever else you might require for the mission. We shall meet and make plans at Mephisto's Teahouse, on Moloch street. Now, run.'
With that, the bandaged man swept away, drawing a pair of constables after him as he dived into the crowds surrounding.
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friendshipranger
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6/7/2014
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Moriarty rolled his eyes. "Why do Constables always think they can be clever?" He reached into his pocket and blew into a whistle. No sound came out. After a few seconds, however, a dark black raven landed on his shoulder.
"Well, Niccolo?"
"Three rights, a left," It whispered. "I can't see souls. But the none of the birds or the rats have seen this Devil of yours playing at anything." Moriarty nodded.
"Tell the Captain to the far left who about that affair with the hen and the Velocipede Squad, and tell him to make a token effort, before he returns to his post. No use in amassing connections if you have to scuff your boots on account of the new recruits. Oh, and call the Hansom, I never impose on guests."
The bird took off. Boots clapped on the cobblestone in the middle distance before a sudden howling, a metallic clang, and a sheepish call from the leader to hold, they stopped. Moriarty drew closer to the American, and the Big One. "If you'd like, I've called a cab. We haven't had a proper conversation, and we ought too see about finding you that mask you were looking forward too. Three rights, and a left. Follow briskly, not indiscretely, and ten paces behind." Moriarty took off at a healthy clip, headed towards the main thoroughfare to the Teahouse.
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6/7/2014
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friendshipranger wrote:
Moriarty rolled his eyes. "Why do Constables always think they can be clever?" He reached into his pocket and blew into a whistle. No sound came out. After a few seconds, however, a dark black raven landed on his shoulder.
"Well, Niccolo?"
"Three rights, a left," It whispered. "I can't see souls. But the none of the birds or the rats have seen this Devil of yours playing at anything." Moriarty nodded.
"Tell the Captain to the far left who about that affair with the hen and the Velocipede Squad, and tell him to make a token effort, before he returns to his post. No use in amassing connections if you have to scuff your boots on account of the new recruits. Oh, and call the Hansom, I never impose on guests."
The bird took off. Boots clapped on the cobblestone in the middle distance before a sudden howling, a metallic clang, and a sheepish call from the leader to hold, they stopped. Moriarty drew closer to the American, and the Big One. "If you'd like, I've called a cab. We haven't had a proper conversation, and we ought too see about finding you that mask you were looking forward too. Three rights, and a left. Follow briskly, not indiscretely, and ten paces behind." Moriarty took off at a healthy clip, headed towards the main thoroughfare to the Teahouse.
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Big Easy smiled widely as a response when Moriarty spoke.
"Three rights, and a left. Follow briskly, not indiscretely, and ten paces behind. And also find me a stunning mask. Got it."
He made a OK sign with his hand as he playfully winked at Moriarty.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, eight, nine, seven, ten!"
He grasped masked man's arm tightly, then started to follow Moriarty.
As Big Easy followed Moriarty, he absent-mindlessly waved his hand almost like he was waving hello at someone. But he soon stopped and held on to masked man more tightly. His eyes remained focused on Moriarty as he carefully continued to follow him.
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dismallyOriented
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6/8/2014
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Samael's lip curled in distaste. He disliked cops--mostly on principal. They rarely had the guts to hurt him, but if he were caught conspiring with thieves of one of Hell's trains? They'd have no trouble sending him back down with it.
He turned to the officers, tipped his hat and bids them good day. "No trouble, sirs, madams, honors. Customers. Got skittish and fled."
They held him up long enough so that when he slipped away, Moriarty and the rest were long gone. Samael huffed in frustration. No matter. There were records, there were secrets. He needn't speak to the man directly.
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friendshipranger
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6/8/2014
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Blank wrote:
Big Easy smiled widely as a response when Moriarty spoke.
"Three rights, and a left. Follow briskly, not indiscretely, and ten paces behind. And also find me a stunning mask. Got it."
He made a OK sign with his hand as he playfully winked at Moriarty.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, eight, nine, seven, ten!"
He grasped masked man's arm tightly, then started to follow Moriarty.
As Big Easy followed Moriarty, he absent-mindlessly waved his hand almost like he was waving hello at someone. But he soon stopped and held on to masked man more tightly. His eyes remained focused on Moriarty as he carefully continued to follow him.
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The throng thinned as it grew further from the sight of several officers being set upon and viciously maligned by a raven, and several more slinking off, peevish looks in their eyes. The trio emerged, to a hansom cab, windows covered by Thirsty Bombazine. The ultimate in privacy. A single timid pony shivered ominously at their approach. More a landau than a hansom, it was big enough for four, surprisingly. Six, if some passengers didn't mind a seat on a lap. The driver hurried them in, and handed Moriarty his usual vintage.
As they settled in, and the cab took off at a decent clip, Moriarty turned to the men. "The Tea House is about twenty minutes down the road. There's a Hatter whose married to a Seamstress in a townhouse just on the other side of the street from it; I'm sure they have something for you in the back. In the mean time, relax! We haven't been introduced. I'm Moriarty. Last name only- its safer, down here. I work in newspapers. Politics, corruption mostly. And acquisitions, on occasion. How did you two get an invitation? "
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The Foolsman
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6/9/2014
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(Argh, my post isn't coming up here. Any thoughts?)
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dismallyOriented
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6/9/2014
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(Have you retried posting? Maybe refresh the thread and try again. If it still doesn't work, you can do the off-and-on-again routine)
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William The Marshal
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6/9/2014
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(Discreet yet oddly penetrating cough) Might I be permitted to insert myself?
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friendshipranger
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6/9/2014
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((Of course! Do you want to follow Dolos, Samael, or Moriarty on the way to the Tea Store? Or would you like to catch a table before hand?))
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Erazmus Kane
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6/9/2014
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((Insert yourself anywhere, my good man.))
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William The Marshal
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6/9/2014
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friendshipranger wrote:
((Of course! Do you want to follow Dolos, Samael, or Moriarty on the way to the Tea Store? Or would you like to catch a table before hand?))
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I think perhaps I shall be running into Dolos somewhere along the way.
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friendshipranger
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6/10/2014
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((Cool. Foolsman, any luck with posting? We can move to LJ if it doesn't work, there is a Fallen London RP forum a lot of people use. ))
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William The Marshal
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A swaying figure reeled through the crowds, villainously unshaven and clad in a filthy overcoat of indistinguishable colour. As soon as he caught sight of Dolos' bandaged frame, he began raucously bellowing a song: "Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever..." Hearing this, Dolos altered his course to be intercepted by the staggering drunkard, who roared "Jim! 'S my good frien' Jim!" and draped a friendly arm about Dolos' shoulders, dropping a note into his hand and quickly muttering, "Clear to the teahouse. I'll deal with your pursuit. Brass Embassy agents in the area will be distracted from their posts for the next hour." The man released Dolos and reeled into the crowd, "accidentally" knocking over a group of sailors and stumbling into a gang of pickpockets. The resulting brawl ended fifteen minutes later with three deaths, seven injuries, two Constables who had entirely forgotten their bandaged quarry, and no sign of the reprehensible drunk who started the whole thing.
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Blank
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"Well, Friend, call me Big Easy. i got the invitation through Darling. I mean Gracious Daughter. You mentioned Widow's men before. You must have seen her at least once. There was time when she could have been seen occasionally coming back from her school."
Big Easy suddenly chuckled as if he remembered a funny joke.
"She's fine lady now. In a way. At least her gibberish language has finally disappeared."
Big Easy adjusted his hat then smiled charmingly at Moriarty. His smile was wide and almost reached his eyes. It was a very attractive smile, yet his dark black eyes brought discomfort.
"I have a hobby of collecting treasures and a love of playing games or The Game," he winked, "Gracious Daughter heard about this and thought I would be interested. And she was right. I was very very intrigued."
There was a sudden silence for awhile after Big Easy stopping talking. After few minutes, he opened his mouth again.
"Well, how did you get the invitation, Friend?"
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-Well-known as Gracious Daughter. She's the adopted daughter of Gracious Widow. Rumored to be a former urchin. Charming and quick-witted. But if you want her company, remember that there's no rose without a thorn. Her bewitching smile has a hidden curse.
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Vividah
-Prefer to be called Big Easy. Mysterious man from Surface. Rumor says that he used to have much older appearance. Charming yet disturbing. Nobody knows his actual age.
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Anne~Morley
-Likes to be called Lady Anne. young woman from Surface. Left her lover to revenge her sister. (Not brother) Intelligent yet sometimes vain. She's a bloody rose with sharp thorns.
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Erazmus Kane
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6/10/2014
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((I have completely lost track of where I am, so could I just assume that I followed you all along to the tea house
Who on earth was that drunk? As I followed along, I began to realize how incredibly intricate this plot was. How many people were involved. Well, of course the field was gonna be crowded, heist of the century and all, but the scope of the criminal underground in the Neath was astounding. And considering I hadnt been exactly quiet about my presence around here.... could anyone place me? Was anyone who knew my secret currently seated at the table around me? While I was thus preoccupied with my thoughts, I lost track of the direction we were going and eventruy gave up trying to determine which back alley we were in. And eventruly, the question was asked.
"Me?" I said. "The Neath is THE place to be if you wanna make it genlemen. And I've allways had a yearning to stick it to the devils. So, when I heard about this job, I made myself... indespensible, if you know what I mean.
It's an act. They expect an American with little to no sense of propriety, give them one.
Oh the looks on their faces when the time comes.
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dismallyOriented
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6/13/2014
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[Welp, it turns out I completely misunderstood an earlier scene. Sorry about that. Time to get this devil to the teahouse.]
Londoners frequently assume that all devils are friends. Really now. With all that competition for souls, one would think the rational assumption would lean more Borgias than buddies.
Thankfully, in this case, common belief held true. Samael knew the proprietor of Mephisto's quite well. In exchange for a few secrets (because devils literally lived for trade), he was allowed to put on a uniform and stand discreetly by the table, eavesdropping on his compatriots. Dolos he trusted, if you could call it trust. But it would always help to have the upper hand. So far, the conversation had proved dull and rather worthless. Maybe if he waited a little longer, they might say something worth knowing.
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friendshipranger
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6/13/2014
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"I got my invitation from a substitution. Someone needed a favor, and I obliged. I'd be lying if said I wasn't glad of the results. Exciting times." The cab came to a halt. "We've reached the teahouse. The American should be there, we can grab him on the way to the store."
Moriarty stepped out of the cab. Something smelled like sulfur. Ominous. Niccolo returned, landing on his shoulder. "Report later," Moriarty said. The bird nodded.
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dismallyOriented
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6/13/2014
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(Wait, were you guys in the teahouse, or in the cab? If it's the latter, I gotta change my previous post)
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