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[color=933d41][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor - Music Room (Couch) ⇢ Joyous Corridor 
[color=933d41][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Dexterity
[color=933d41][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 3
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	Mauve watched Master Plum intently for his next move, whether that be to attack again or to admit defeat she was intrigued to know. However, their little dance of wits and brawn came to a halt as Prima Rave rushed over to stop the bleeding. She wasn't sure if she should consider the woman brave or stupid. She was leaning towards the latter at the moment, as with a quick glance downwards she saw that the woman was haphazardly shoving a handkerchief into the hole of the shoe. She rolled her eyes, moments before a scream ripped through the air. She turned her head slightly to the side in order to get a glimpse of the source while still keeping Plum in her peripheral vision. Surprise, surprise. It was Miss Crème. It seemed an audience was forming.

	She tilted her head a bit as she returned her full attention to Master Plum. [color=933d41]"Dare I say, red suits you quite well,"[/color] she mused, ignoring his words as she unceremoniously wiped the blood off the dagger onto the man's pants. Once the blade was at least somewhat clean, she then stashed it on her person. Her gaze flitted downwards to Prima Rave, who was still hard at work attempting to stifle the bleeding, before coming back up to meet Master Plum's icy gaze head on. [color=933d41]"Don't mind him, Rave. He's a dead man walking,"[/color] she declared, giving the man a wink. With that, she then stood up, her hands smoothing out the fabric of her skirts. Her blue eyes gave the room and its inhabitants a onceover before she strode across the room with a sense of ease. She soon disappeared through the door that lead out to the corridor.