[right][h3][b][i][color=lightsteelblue]Justice Cobalt[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=lightsteelblue]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Chair 1 
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Will
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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Cobalt's patience ran out. The smirk that had danced across his lips at the playful tone in the lady's voice disappeared in a flash. The simply stubbornness, and the bluntness, almost ironic considering the curved beak of his mask, almost blindsided Cobalt. His fist tightened, and it took all his strength to stop himself from striking the man where he sat. Grimacing slightly for an instant, he forced a smile, clearly sarcastic, too many teeth, his mouth too twisted for it to be genuine. He rose suddenly to his feet, slamming his hand against the top of the shell that half covered the man's chair. The sound was a dull metallic sound, but Cobalt didn't hear it. When he spoke, his voice was low, and dark. 

[color=lightsteelblue] [b]"Perhaps I was wrong to ask a cripple. I can only hope that your condition doesn't... worsen during our time together. Sir."[/b][/color]

The last syllable was like ice, almost spat from Cobalt's mouth, dripping with venom. Still barely containing himself, he turned sharply to the lady again. Nodding curtly, his voice was still low, although lacking some of it's previous edge. 

[color=lightsteelblue][b]"Apologies, miss. Another time, I hope."[/b][/color]

Yanking his pocket watch from his pocket, Cobalt glanced at it, frowning as he turned to face the servant, the young man who had identified himself as Owen, and whose perch was only a few paces from where Cobalt stood. He shouted to be heard above the roar of the engine.

[color=lightsteelblue][b]"Can you get this bloody thing moving? I don't know about the rest of these 'esteemed' guests, but I don't intend on freezing to death in some godforsaken forest all night!"[/b][/color]

Sitting back down into the seat with some force, Cobalt did what he could to turn it away from the man still sitting beside him, eliciting a low rattling, although he only managed to rotate a few degrees. Reaching for his pipe again, Cobalt cursed out loud as he again remembered he had left it behind. Balling his fists, Cobalt leant back in his chair, jaw squared.