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Location: Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone
Fyror watched the man’s expression as Jeanette informed him of the Cargast attack in Hyde Park. A startled look crossed the man’s face and understandably so. With the sheer magnitude of Jericho’s barricade at thirty feet high and twenty feet deep with a single entrance it provides the near perfect illusion of safety. Though Fyror had no doubt that it had its flaws, and the Soulless have surely found them. That is assuming they weren’t already here, biding their time in the shadows. These Soulless needed to be dealt with before they multiplied and became too much to handle. After all, these walls could not only keep others out but also keep everyone in.
The man began to speak up but paused as he did a once over Jeanette, apparently noting her unusual choice of attire. Fyror’s jaw tightened the slightest in annoyance. He caught Jeanette’s glance in his direction out of the corner of his eye. He was glad that she didn’t seem too bothered by the man. Fyror was furthermore relieved when they weren’t met with any opposition and the man led them to his office.
Fyror followed alongside Jeanette into the man’s office. The man sat down at his desk and pulled out a ledger. “Now, please, tell me what you both know in full detail,” he stated after dipping his quill in the ink. Jeanette promptly began explaining the ordeal they had witnessed. Fyror listened to her explanation and was ready to provide any added details or fill in any gaps.
“The victim was a young girl. It was a seemingly random choice, though once the girl is properly identified perhaps we will have more insight on the matter. The Cargast, in the form of a thick fog, started to head deeper into Hyde Park. It had plenty of potential victims and ample opportunities to attack once more, but it didn’t…” Fyror filled in the gaps and openly deliberated on what it could mean for the people of London. His face fell and his body stiffened as a horrible realization hit him. “Maybe it was sending a message…We can’t deny that these Soulless could be more intelligent than we first thought. After all, they were once human.” He glanced over at Jeanette before looking back at the man. His face revealed his genuine concern over the given situation. He knew that there were surely dark times ahead.
Location: Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone
Fyror’s gaze appreciatively took in the interior of Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone as he followed alongside Jeanette. The exterior of the chapel certainly did not do it justice for the beauty and peaceful atmosphere within. The architecture was well thought out and the walls and high ceiling were adorned with detailed paintings. People were coming and going, some civilians, some workers, and various clergy.
His arms relaxed at his sides, and he felt some of the tension from the hectic past hour drain from him. Being a hardened soldier coupled with having an innate protective instinct quickly left him on edge and seemingly standoffish at dark times such as these. Yet something about a holy place such as this brought about a sense of comfort and safety, and he was certainly grateful for even a moment’s reprieve.
He was glad that most of the people seemed too busy to take much notice of him and Jeanette who needless to say stood out in most public places. His scarred face and discolored eye and her choice of clothing that was completely contrary to social norms were hard to miss. At the moment, he decided not to entertain that thought and instead focused on the task at hand: reporting the Cargast attack in Hyde Park to someone more capable of handling it.
Jeanette suddenly made a sharp turn and headed for a man that stood out from the rest. His attire and manner suggested that he worked for the chapel, and yet he did not appear to be a clergy. Jeanette disregarded any formalities and went straight to the point. He noted that she talked in a low voice about the Cargast attack, likely not wanting to incite panic within the chapel. It was a smart move on her part. He admittedly found she had many admirable qualities. It was truly a shame that people judged her for her appearance without really getting to know her.
Location: Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park --> Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone
Fyror and Jeanette’s ride to the Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone was slowed by the stream of people fleeing Hyde Park. They scattered across the dirt roads as they most likely headed for the so called safety of their homes. Truthfully, Fyror found it to be a misguided idea that the place you hold most dear is the safest place to be. He knew all too well that tragedy has a notorious habit of disrupting the moments you feel the safest and happiest. He bared the price of that knowledge on his mangled face.
Within a few minutes, the hackney coach arrived at their destination. They came to a stop in front of the moderately size white chapel. The sounds of an organ being played and a choir singing filled the air as the coach door was opened. Fyror was about to exit the coach and lend Jeanette a hand getting out, but she quickly fled the confines of the coach before he could. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. What was that about? Surely, it had nothing to do with his presence. He exited the coach soon after her. He thanked the coach driver before turning back to Jeanette as she spoke. He smiled at her comment. “Certainly. Lead the way Miss Crane,” he added and gestured towards the church.
Location: Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park --> Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone
Fyror was pleased when Jeanette so gratefully accepted his help boarding the coach, and he easily returned her smile with one of his own. Apparently she had a specific church in mind that she wanted to inform about the Cargast attack in Hyde Park: Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone. He entered the hackney coach once she was safely inside. He took the seat across from her as the coach door was shut. They were soon on their way to the nearby church.
His gaze was soft as he looked at Jeanette, and he listened attentively to what she had to say. “Thank you for understanding. With the sudden presence of the Soulless in this city, I am truthfully afraid to leave them for too long. My brother is a skilled solider, but fighting humans and fighting the Soulless are on two entirely different spectrums. Nevertheless, I do not regret staying by your side and ensuring your safety,” he replied. Truthfully, he found that he quite enjoyed her company. To have someone who viewed and treated him as an equal rather than inferior was refreshing to say the least. He looked out the coach window for a moment, his gaze taking in the passing terrain.
Location: Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park (Out front)
Fyror solemnly watches as Mr. Connolly carries the lifeless woman away. He prays that no more innocent lives would be lost, but he had a sinking feeling that his prayer would not be answered. He returns his attention to Millicent when she speaks once more. His gaze lingers on the mark on her face, still angry that someone would dare have the indecency to strike a woman. It was improper and malicious to do such a thing.
Just then, Mrs. Wyndham bellowed out from the second floor window of the manor, causing him to look up sharply. His jaw tightened as her hate filled words struck a nerve. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time he had been fallen victim to the woman’s prejudice, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The woman was the farthest thing from proper and such a poor role model for her daughters, whom she wished to marry to proper, titled men.
Fyror’s gaze went back to Millicent as she spoke in a disheartened voice. She vaguely gave a reason to her mother’s actions, and he had a feeling she only did so to prevent her family from looking more a fool. Ultimately Millicent was much different from her mother. She was respectable and showed less prejudice, to which he was grateful.
“Thank you, Miss Wyndham,” he stated in response to her providing a hackney for him and Jeanette. He gave a slight bow in farewell to Millicent and Virginia before turning to Jeanette. “Certainly,” he replied to her first question before addressing the coach driver. “We are headed to the nearest church, then we shall head back towards Hyde Park.”
Fyror turned to offer a hand to Jeanette to help her into the coach. “My family is staying in an inn right by Hyde Park. I must get back to them after we are finished with this task,” he responded.
Location: Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park (Out front)
Fyror listened to Jeanette and Virginia’s conversation in thoughtful silence. They both seemed to share to some degree his concern for the sudden appearance of a Soulless within the confines of London. At the mention of the event at Almacks tonight, his mind immediately went back to his family. He had a sinking feeling that despite the extra precautions put into place, Almacks would not be any safer. His heart constricted at the thought of his whole family being there. Some of the other officers from Colchester Garrison would be there as well. Fyror knew he must inform them upon their arrival of the present danger posed by the invading Soulless. If the threat increases, it may be beneficial for more of the regiment to be brought into London and to do a thorough sweep of the city. He hoped it wouldn’t be necessary, but he was open to the possibility. He would do almost anything to keep people safe.
Fyror’s brows furrowed slightly at the remark that both Jeanette and Virginia had nightmares recently. A small shiver went down his spine as he briefly recalled his own nightmare. Was it simply a coincidence that they all had nightmares around the same time? Or was it an omen of something terrible to come? He was pulled from his thoughts when Jeanette introduced him to Virginia. A genuine smile graced his lips once more. “The pleasure’s all mine, miss,” he replied politely in response to Virginia as he inclined his head. He found her quite peculiar, but nevertheless he would treat her with respect. Surely, she didn’t find enjoyment in pain and suffering?
His gaze shifted to Millicent Wyndham as she exited the manor and approached them. He respectfully inclined his head in greeting, but she hadn’t seemed to notice him yet. His eyes roamed the soft contours of her face as she addressed Jeanette. He quickly noticed the mark that marred her beautiful face. He could make out the shape of a handprint underneath a layer of powder, likely used to camouflage it. His gaze became more intense, almost piercing, as anger filled him. How dare someone strike a woman?! If I catch the culprit, I swear I will give them a piece of my mind!
It took a moment for Fyror’s gaze to soften when Millicent turned to acknowledge his presence. He vaguely hoped she had not caught sight of him seemingly glaring in her direction. He did not wish to give her the wrong idea. He maintained steady eye contact with her as she spoke. Her offer to further discuss the situation in Hyde Park was tempting, but he was adamant to accompany Jeanette to the church as planned. “I am afraid that I must decline the offer. I wish to accompany Ms. Crane to the nearby church to ensure she gets there safely. There could be more Soulless in London, so one can never be too careful. Thereafter I must return to my family. My brother is currently watching over my mother and sister,” Fyror replied apologetically. “I will be at Almacks tonight with my family. Perhaps we will meet again there.”
Fyror heard movement behind him, alerting him to the presence of another. He spun on his heels, and his hand once more went instinctively to the hilt of his sword. His face fell when he saw a man holding the dead body of the Cargast’s latest victim.
@Lady Amalthea No worries. RIP Lady A's characters.
@Lady Amalthea Psst. Fyror is a baron not a knight. XD
Location: Hyde Park --> Wyndham Estate
Fyror easily caught up to Jeanette as she hurried out of Hyde Park at a sprint. He matched her pace as he came up alongside her. They then spent the next several minutes running next to each other in a relatively comfortable silence. Relatively is the operative word as he was well aware that more Soulless could be nearby, watching and waiting for an opportune moment to strike. If a Cargast could successfully breach Jericho’s Barricade, he had no doubt that other Soulless would soon follow suit. And why would they not? After all, London was a ripe hunting ground stocked full of potential prey. With that in mind, Fyror carefully surveyed the terrain as they headed for a nearby church, intent on reporting the horrid incident that had just occurred in Hyde Park. To scan his surroundings, Fyror had to swivel his head further than the average person due to his limited line of sight. All the while, he kept his footfalls as quiet as possible, utilizing his skill at shadōtoyūgō (stealth). He figured the quieter they were the less attention they would draw and the more his excellent hearing could pick up. In the end, he didn’t need good eyesight to tell if they were being followed.
Five minutes of running down the empty dirt road had gone by when a manor came into view. Jeanette suddenly deviated from her original course to head towards the manor for reasons unknown to Fyror. A group of people that had been congregated outside were quickly dispersing. He caught a glimpse of a familiar face before she disappeared into the confines of the manor. If he was not mistaken, it was Millicent Wyndham. The last time he had seen her she had attempted to lessen the devastating blow caused by her mother’s slight of him. “I would be more than blessed to have a man of honor as a husband than any other cretin in the room,” Millicent had boldly spoken up in contradiction to her mother’s implication that he was unworthy of her daughters due to his mangled appearance. Whether Millicent truly meant her words, he knew not. “Forgive me sir, please,” had been her departing words.
Fyror was pulled from his thoughts as Jeanette called out to the sole person standing outside the manor. The woman’s name was Virginia, apparently, and she was evidently acquainted with Jeanette. The woman had abnormally pale skin, almost reminding him of a ryne. His head tilted to the side the slightest as he watched and listened to her speak with Jeanette. She was peculiar in her manner of speaking, and her demeanor gave little away. She seemed to be knowledgeable in the ways of hunting Cargast, which is probably why Jeanette went out of her way to speak with the woman. He kept quiet, not wanting to interrupt their conversation. Besides, he was here for Jeanette’s protection, nothing more and nothing less. Well, maybe that wasn’t strictly true. He admittedly enjoyed being in the company of someone who was not deterred by his mangled appearance. It was a nice change of pace.
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