[h3][center][b]Opera Night[/b][/center][/h3]
~[@The Irish Tree] (NEP)~
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[color=7ea7d8]"Aha, don't worry Nep!"[/color] She replied with a grin, casting a look back at the dragon. [color=7ea7d8]"I know what I'm doing, totally!"[/color] She didn't seem to entirely mind her closeness, either. So the girl kept walking back to the house without so much as a pause, and without much more of a hassle managed to return to the home, leaving the creepy graveyard behind. Once inside, Christine let go of Nephele's claw, turning to face her with a bright grin.

[color=7ea7d8]"Alright, so!"[/color] She nearly pressed her face to the dragons. [color=7ea7d8]"A quick rundown of the play to give you some idea of what's going on, at least. It's a really simple and pretty straight forward murder mystery sort of thing. Nothing too fancy."[/color] She took a few steps back. [color=7ea7d8]"To put simply, I'm the target of some assassin who wants to kill both me and my family. You're going to be playing the unlikely hero who saves my cute butt."[/color] She cast a glance towards the far wall. [color=7ea7d8]"...and ends up [sub]doing stuff[/sub] at the end, haha..."[/color] She sheepishly grinned for a moment before returning to her usual exuberance. [color=7ea7d8]"Buuut I'm sure it'll be fine. Improv is always a wonderful addition and I'm sure the audience would be pleasantly surprised at the change, heh."[/color] She turned, leading Nephele in a much more calm manner towards the dining area, where a makeshift stage had been prepared.

[color=7ea7d8]"I don't think it'd be too much of a problem for you though."[/color]

As they arrived, the stage was set in the large dining hall. The stage itself ran across the entire room, easily large enough to allow for a large set. Most of the set pieces had been set up, but hadn't been completely organized yet. Gerald was standing off to the side, greeting both of them with a bright wave.

Maria wasn't anywhere to be seen, though.

[@Eviledd1984] - Maria
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The room at the end of the hallways, was in somewhat better condition, but all of the furniture was old. Almost as if it hadn't been touched by people a long time. A small bed was against one wall, but it wasn't a large one. Perhaps a bed for a child of some sort? There was an old vanity, and a few dolls scattered about. An old painting of a butterfly of some sort was hanging on the wall next to the door.

In the middle of the floor was an old, though extremely well kept butterfly shaped hairpin.

[color=00aeef]"Well now,"[/color] A voice spoke, seemingly coming from nowhere. [color=00aeef]"Isn't this a surprise? Going off script are we? My my, and I wasn't supposed to make my introduction until the epilogue when the unlikely hero falls for my dark charm after he kills the murderer...but improvisation is a wonderful tool, yes! I suppose the mastermind can make her appearance early...so let me introduce myself."[/color] The room in the air grew colder as the hairpin on the floor levitated upwards, wisps of demonic energy spiraling down from it, coalescing until they took the shape of a human female. In one of her hands formed a walking cane that matched the color scheme of her dress, with a diamond looking gem situated on top of it. She was floating a few feet above the ground, and didn't seem to have any legs at the moment.

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[color=00aeef]"Sudden encounter! Appearance of the Evil mastermind commences! [sub]Haha I'm such a genuis[/sub]"[/color] She fixed Maria with a grin, holding the cane in one hand, and lightly tapping the palm of her other hand with the other end. [color=00aeef]"So darling, on a scale of one to ten, how good are you with that rapier of yours?"[/color]

[color=8882be][h3][center]~Arletta Dupain~[/center][/h3][/color]
[@PaulHaynek][@The Irish Tree] 
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[color=8882be]"Well, might as well skin the hides then..."[/color] Arletta replied. [color=8882be]"Thank you, Sir Emillio. Safe travels."[/color] Varjan war hounds...this was curious. Troublingly so. After dealing with some on her last outing, this seemed a little too much like a coincidence. Perhaps they had come through with those 'refugees'. Either way, it was something that wasn't good. Still, if their pelts could do some good, might as well skin them. So she set about helping Magnus. Wouldn't be her first time skinning an animal.

With that done, they set off on the road back to Mahigan. Magnus carried most of the pelts, though she would absolutely not let him carry all of them, even if he could. Once inside the town, they were quickly pointed to a general store where they met a Cyclops who was inquiring about something from the stores owner. Magnus, in his usually adorable quirky way was the first to speak up. Arletta gave a friendly smile to the cyclops, but for the most part said nothing and walked over to the Store Clerk.

[color=8882be]"Mhm, we were told that there was an inventor here or something who was working on a flying machine of some sort? He requested help from our guild."[/color]