[hr][center][h1][color=crimson]Iseabal MacGilios[/color] & [color=silver]Reno Wylde[/color][/h1][hr]Collab w/ [@Apollosarcher][/center][hr]

Reno's spurs jingled as the Marshal Dodge and Deputy Calico fell in step behind him as they entered the theartre. Reno took a look around at the room, curious as to where all the people might have been. Of course he knew Muse's were much more social mingling and working with the townsfolk. He could only imagine the gossip they could collect with all the places they could be at once. No doubt they probably had intel rivaling the Masterminds ability to spy and collect info.

Reno paused however spotting a disused banjo in the corner, he frowned a moment picking up an old banjo. Dusting it off carefully the Sentinel tuned it, trying to remember the cords carefully Calico peaked over his shoulder. [color=deeppink]"Heh, you gonna play us a song boss? Murder ballad and such love songs?"[/color] She taunted his taste in music as he turned around. [color=silver]"Keep mocking, and I'll make you do a song princess."[/color] He shot back at her moving up setting a small wooden stool up on the stage.

[color=silver]"Alright. Here's one my pop's taught me, he couldn't sing much else but he could get this one just about right."[/color] He smiled knocking on the wood as he began to play; [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bwqAr8-Rj8]he sang[/url] - the echo carried through the halls of the theatre. The song seemed to make everything sad, pain in his voice. As he sang enjoying the quiet of the room, only the people there were those he trusted, and he found music a better outlet than shooting people.

Soon he had finished stopping to set the guitar aside, thinking of the nights alone hidden from the world. Learning to strum a guitar and play the piano under his mother's constant and careful gaze. What would they think of him now? A killer of men, a lonely gunslinger, perhaps they would think of him only as their son and nothing more.

Silently, the door behind the lawkeepers crept open, bringing forth the Renaissance, adorned in an extravagent black and crimson [url=http://pre14.deviantart.net/d9f6/th/pre/i/2017/033/7/c/red_black_vampire_bustle_dress_by_blackmart-daj9f3z.jpg]dress[/url], along with two of her personal Au Pair trailing behind her, both also dressed in a lavish manner. As Isabel strode down the aisle, she listened closely to the man's performance as he strummed out his lamentation. Stopping a few rows from the stage, she stood silently, letting the man only known to her as Sheriff play the song out; the air sat still for a moment, and she finally spoke.

[color=crimson]"I'm impressed by your performance, Sheriff,"[/color] Isabel nodded her head to him. [color=crimson]"I hadn't thought of you as a musician, though I suppose we cannot be so quick to judge each other by our demeanor alone."[/color] She began walking down the aisle again, taking short, steady steps as she made her way to the stairs of the stage, paying little mind to how one of her maids broke off from the group and made her own way to the other side of the theatre, disappearing behind a dark wooden door.

[color=crimson]"Though I'd be flattered to have you visiting for just a quick chat, I'm sure you, being the lawman, are here on business,"[/color] the Renaissance stopped a distance from the group, her eyes drooping lazily behind her red mask. [color=crimson]"If you've come to talk to me about my husband, I'd rather avoid the topic at this moment. I had already planned to meet him later today."[/color] Her voice was filled with an almost boredom, though there was a faint hint of annoyance in Isabel's tone.

[color=silver]"Reno Wylde or Tombstone, if you care for nicknames."[/color] He said, setting the guitar aside. [color=silver]"My mother was first chair violinists in Sydney Orchestra. Of course she could play anything she fancied, she had a bad habit of learning any instrument she liked."[/color] He spoke calmly standing up without so much as reaction to her sudden appearance. His deputy and marshall stepping to either side, as they looked like figures right out of film. 

[color=silver]"No. I've not come to speak about the Spartan. I wished to talk about Alfie... And the fact he will be going back unharmed to the Overseers."[/color] Spoke the first Sentinel eyes meeting her's and locking. [color=silver]"Thrax is dead. There will be hell to pay for his death but the Overseers could attack with force if we kill both their officers."[/color] He withdrew a flask taking a swig passing it back to Calico who drank happily passing Reno back a cigarette.

Lighting his cigarette as he tipped back his hat. [color=silver]"If that's trouble I'm awfully sorry but I gotta do my job to keep the peace."[/color] He spoke fingers tapping against the grips of his pistol as always. [color=silver]"If that means posting guards on Alfie twenty four seven so be it but I am hoping we can be amicable."[/color] He spoke smiling as he drew his left pistol spinning them as if bored by the talks never bothering to aim it.

The Renaissance audibly scoffed, crossing her arms as she quickly drew tired of the Sentinel, having brought up the one thing she had attempted to keep off of her mind. [color=crimson]"Surely you wouldn't think that sending back Thrax in a wooden box is going to make things easier between us and the Overseers, regardless of if Vanderbilt is in a box beside him? I hadn't planned on doing anything to the Lieutenant until I had my new husband sorted out,"[/color] Isabel lifted her gaze in contempt at the Sheriff before she continued. [color=crimson]"And frankly, I'm saddened you thought it best to come to [i]my[/i] theatre and threaten me over actions I hadn't the opportunity to make."[/color] Isabel walked closer to the man, her maid remaining at a distance.

[color=crimson]"I was thinking to actually [i]invite[/i] the Overseers into our home, but your notorious leader has managed time and time again to let his brute anger get the best of him,"[/color] her words were coming out quick and deliberate, fueled by an irritation that was nearly palpable. [color=crimson]"Wouldn't it be significantly better for both of us to be dealing with the issues that are right in front of us, rather than seeking out new ones?"[/color]

[color=silver]"Miss, I have made no threats. I just know you have had past issues with the prisoners and I simply wished to let you know that due to Spartan's... Issue's. We can't allow you to have him."[/color] He stopped spinning pistol slammed it into the holster giving a slight bow placing his hat over his heart. [color=silver]"If I offended I assure you it was not my intent."

"I agree their are more important things to other people. But you'll remember the Spartan murdered a man in my custody. Which means I will discuss with Overseers how best to amend the issue."[/color] He spoke carefully here, words which could tread the path of sounding like mutiny. [color=silver]"I know the Spartan is brute and has caused this mess but since I am the only non-prisoner here I'm about the only one they will speak with without commanding things."[/color] The sheriff sighed.

[color=silver]"I didn't come for a argument for a fight more so just to be polite about the situation and how I'll have to handle it. I may speak with Carmen as well... And I'll speak with you all after I try to reason with the Overseers. I may be a Vanguard but I stand for all of Churchill."[/color] He took a long drag on his cigarette.

Isabel let her eyelids lazily droop down, cocking her head back as she took a deep breath. [color=crimson]"Very well,"[/color] She stepped back, her maid falling back in step behind her as the Renaissance made her way down the stairs of the stage. [color=crimson]"I'm glad we decided to have this discussion, though I do hope our next interaction will be on friendlier terms,"[/color] Isabel took a glance back toward the group on the stage, stopping near the same row she had stood to hear the Sentinel's performance. There was an odd smile upon the woman's otherwise blank expression, though it couldn't have been discounted as genuine.

[color=crimson]"I do hope that, after this situation has been settled, I will still have my chance at judging Vanderbilt. It would be a shame to have gone through the trouble of capturing them, only to let them loose to wreak havoc on us again."[/color] With the peculiar smirk still fixed on her lips, the Renaissance made her departure.