[center][h2][color=skyblue]Marque de Bourdeaux[/color][/h2][/center]
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Marque jolted about as the massive hound suddenly changed course, pulling an about face. The sight he had desperately tried to avoid now stared him in the face. The creature, far in the distance but still close in threat, looming down on his beloved mentor Gardevoir who so selflessly chose to give himself up for their own survival. No, no Marque could not watch. He forced shut his eyes in an attempt to reject this reality for he could not bear witness to such a travesty. Suddenly the hound turned again, and Marque had to reaffirm his grip so as not to fall from the beast. But why had it chosen to do so?

[color=9e0039]"Mad beast! You simply couldn't let me take my final curtain with a hero's end, could you?!"[/color] No. No no no. Slowly Marque opened his eyes and sure enough, right there say Gardevoir like he had been born riding this animal. The young man felt a surge of emotion in all kinds, a total shock to the system. He honestly had no idea how to react, so it came out in the form of his fist slugging his master in the shoulder.

[color=skyblue]"You would have me mourn as a prank!"[/color] he half-accused, half-laughed. The entire thing felt very uncomfortable.

Then the older man took his cane and touched it to various items on all their persons. For Marque, it was the curious mask he had only just been gifted. So very peculiar. The glow somehow helped him feel a bit better about all this. A bit. But the creature was still in pursuit and they could not afford to get caught up in anything but their safety.

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[*]Crow Mask
[*]Gardevoir's key
[*]cases of makeup
[*]Couple masks
[*]Two sets of clothes
[*]A wig
[*]Bag of coins
[*]"Proof" of affiliation to House Bryce
[*]Backpack
[*]1 days trail rations
[*]Outdoor blanket
[*]Flask of water
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