[center][b][color=orange][h1] Mr. V[/h1][/color][/b][/center] [color=limegreen]Time: Evening [/color] [color=limegreen]Location: [/color] Damien Estate [color=limegreen]Interactions:[/color] Fritz [@JJ Doe], Charlotte [@Princess], [@Helo] Leo Smithwood, [@PapaOso] Cassius Damien [color=limegreen]Mentions:[/color] [color=limegreen]Attire: ??? [/color] [hr] [color=gray] Having nothing to add for the moment, Mr V remained quiet and standing at the ready; a servant must be unseen and not heard until requested... or whatever nonsense the head server was prattling on about. Content with letting Fritz and charlotte chat between each other for the moment as he took this time to scan the room. But not the people, the room itself, taking mental notes of the layout and placement of where things were. At times, however, his gaze kept finding its way onto Percy and Weasel (yes he called him weasel, got a problem? Cry about it) where they could be seen dancing and getting along. Hints of concern etched the corner of his eyes. Seeing the masked stranger being so close and friendly with Lady Olive was worrying, mostly due to being an ally of Fritz, whom gave no reason to distrust, but without knowing the man's motive on top of the pit of doubt ache in his gut whenever looking at Peter. Not that he had any right to judge, considering the whole gunpowder request and...well just how he was at this party in general just screamed untrustworthy. Sir Fritz's reaction was the proper one really and it was up to him to keep to his words. As if he would ever intend to hurt someone...outside roasting and roasted like pork these fat juicy pigs will get. * [color=limegreen]Mhm...roasted pig...Fuck! Keep this up and I'll be drooling as much as King Edin does after looking at his reflection.[/color]* A faint rumbling of his stomach..a rumble that very much sounded like begging.*[color=limegreen] Ugh, sorry about that, gutsy. I promise to fill you with only the best and juiciest and scrumptiest food.[/color]* Only the best for his stomach; another small rumble.* [color=limegreen]Yes yes and pudding. I'm sure Char or Percy got us covered.[/color]* Apparently satisfied with the promise, the bothersome hunger ebbed down. * [color=limegreen]Wait, where was I again? Oh right, not trusting the two obviously mysterious guys.[/color]* He had no real basis for it; perhaps simply just his nerves being jittery and for good reason. Even trying to think of what he planned for would get his heart beating with frantic nervousness. If one good thing came out of this was getting to see his best friend enjoying herself. Just seeing her smile and laugh did more than enough to settle and harden his nerves. Nothing to do about the dancing duo, his attention returned to the group in time to catch Fritz mention something about team?"[color=9354ff]I thought, now that we’re a team…”[/color] A team was it? Mr. V tilted his head in a pondering motion with an actual audible hm as he pictured the three of them and Lady Olive posing together like some kind of...cheesy detective group? Gang?*[color=limegreen] Maybe..wait! No! Don't get side-tracked![/color]* He could think up some group name at a later date. Or gang? No, stop, damn it! Shaking his head to dismiss the potential needless wandering and tried to say focused on the conversation. [color=9354ff] “Partners in crime, as it were,” [/color] he winked at Mr. V and then focused on Lady Vikena again. [color=9354ff]“I thought you’d give us a more truthful answer than platitudes you’d offer strangers.”[/color] * [color=limegreen]Was he winking at me? Wait, he isn't coming onto me is he?[/color]* He thought with confusion. With how overdramatic nobles could be with... well everything, made discerning anything the rich did difficult to understand. [color=b8fc03]“There is a thief wandering the ballroom.” [/color]he announced brusquely, “[color=b8fc03]they have stolen my watch and left that in my pocket. We must solve this crime immediately.”[/color] Well, there was one thing any could say about Sir Leo, outside being a typical blowhard apparently is his impeccable timing.*[color=limegreen] Poetic and ironic, I'd say. Just listen to him roar like a lion...sounded more like a seal's bark.[/color]* A sly smirk on the corners of Mr. V's lips. His amusements made all the better by two things. Those fuzzy lion slippers and the fact the mouthy kitty let himself be pickpocketed.*[color=limegreen] I swear, by ends night I will shake the hand of whoever pranked the schmuck in adorable lion slippers.[/color]* (never insult the slippers only the fool wearing them) And like that, a mystery case had been dropped unexpectedly on their lap or more forced onto them to say, though taking into consideration of where they were and the kind of important vip currently at this party, some being Caesonia's own queen and Prince freezer. The mere notion of trying to pickpocket at a noble's party was already foolish to do in any pickpocket's eyes, but the count's? As the experts have told him, only those insane or suicidal would dare try. And while his own experience were sparse; never been one for stealing save for some candy or from really obnoxious asshat. No, that skill belonged to Percy. But, as much as that spicy woman enjoyed causing her brand of trouble, even she wasn't that reckless. His attention shifting back towards the pair only to find his friend embraced so closely by weasel. Gloved hands clenched. A slow, deep breath, clearly not pleased at the sight but tried to keep from being distracted again.* [color=limegreen]Please give me a reason to punch him. Any will do.[/color]* This little hopeful mental remark aside. *[color=limegreen] I can rule her out and no servant would be dumb enough to attempt stealing, well except the cutlery of course. Who would pass up free silverware?[/color]* Doubtful any from the village could even get within fifty feet of this place let alone inside. Pondering his musings as his gaze shifted onto Peter's; a sharp glare hidden beneath the mask that would leave Peter a sense of being glared at or at least his hoping with the holes being burned onto the back of his head. [color=lightsteelblue]"Excuse my interruption... but if I heard correctly, you mentioned a thief in our midst? Surely not! Not here within the hallowed sanctuary of the esteemed Count's domain."[/color] He remarked with a touch of sarcasm. [color=lightsteelblue] "This is quite unexpected. Luckily for you, I possess a discerning eye for these kinds of…shenanigans, and I just so happen to find myself sufficiently intrigued to entertain such a diversion. How could I not offer my assistance?…This is my father’s little gathering, after all.” [/color] *[color=limegreen] Do these loudmouth tryhards come in pairs?[/color]* Briefly picturing Leo and Cassius in a bathroom discussing plans like teen girls and *[color=limegreen]...wait, let's add the fuzzy slippers too.[/color]* Said slippers appeared into the image prompting a muffled giggle from the silent servant. Besides the bits of snickering and giggles, Mr. V remained quiet as he observed the commotion. Now, he could give them some advice and hints on finding the thief, but why deprive himself of a most wonderful little show of watching the two chuckleheads strain their minds at the mere notion someone could steal from a noble. A quick glance towards Cassius, whom he could see fixating Char with a longing gaze.* [color=limegreen]Yeah, this guy is gonna be useless... Very sharp dresser though.[/color]* He could not deny the man's slick costume. Wolf though? doe-eyed puppy was probably more accurate to describe him. And knowing Charlotte, would probably be adorable as a butterfly detective. Besides, a servant must be unseen and unheard unless requested, yes? And like a good servant. He remained ready to give service but not his aid.   [/color]