[right][h3][b][i][color=a187be]Chanteuse Amaranthine[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=a187be]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Laboratory (Attic) 
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Wisdom, Dexterity
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Amaranthine looked over towards what the doctor was doing and quirked a brow. Okay, this was not something she understood at all. He was muttering half the time as well. It made it hard for her to follow along but then again, maybe she shouldn't try. He was the doctor after all. He was the one that the staff had put in charge of finding out what had happened to the Lord of the Manor. Not her, she just volunteered to assist him in what ways she could. She had figured that would mostly be just gathering things and such for him since he had been shot and used a cane to walk. She half wondered what the others were up to but after what she had seen down in the State Dining Room maybe it was better that they were apart. Walnut had shot the Doctor. Having those two in the same room was a bad idea. Who knew if she had another weapon. It did make her wonder how many people had weapons. 

	Turning her attention back to Swamp, she quirked a brow. He wanted music? Well, it didn't make sense to her but it was something she could do. [color=a187be]"Of course,"[/color] she said as she retrieved her violin case and set it on a bench along the wall. Opening it carefully she thought. Just what could she play that was as he described Autopsy music? Taking a deep breath in she brought the bow to the strings and breathed out as she started playing an [url=https://youtu.be/bIqDK3COCjA]odd tune[/url]. It perhaps wasn't the typical type of violin music but she just rode with what she felt as she closed her eyes. It was hard, it was fast, then it slowed and turned darker, almost plucky in certain parts. Maybe it wasn't the right choice, maybe it was perfect. Only the doctor would know. 

[right][h3][b][i][color=rosybrown]Oh My, What Now?[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=rosybrown]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]
	Quinton leaned against the wall and watched Swamp as he started. He had no idea what the man was doing but he seemed to be doing something and very interested in whatever it was that he was doing. His mind going back to what Titian had told him when he pulled him aside in the hallway when he had heard the woman scream, who he thought still to this point had been Walnut. When Amaranthine started playing, he was even more confused. Just what in the hell was going on with these two? The music was odd and it was loud. It would easily carry through out the floor even with the closed doors. Maybe nod loud in other rooms but it would be heard. He couldn't really blame the woman, the crack of bone was not something that everyone enjoyed hearing. At least she was probably drowning it out in her own mind. 

	Then he heard something, or he thought he did. Like a popping sound. It wasn't very loud but it made his eyes turn to the gas lights that illuminated each room in the manor. They seemed to flicker a bit more than normal. That was odd, his brow raising. Then the pop happened again. Anywhere in the manor where there was gas lights the popping was happening. Which did include the Confinement Room and the Laboratory. The popping became faster, sputtering the flames, they got weaker and weaker with each flicker. Faster and faster. "Shit," Quinton muttered just before the gas lights died out and everything in the Laboratory went dark, as did the Confinement Room. "Hold still," he said as he pulled something out of his pocket and a small flame started. A fire starter and a piece of paper. Walking over to a table, he lit an oil lamp. The flame flickered as he adjusted it before seeking out others in the room so they, and more importantly, he could see just what in the hell was going on. 
	
[right][h3][b][i][color=f26522]Mr. Titian[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=f26522]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=f26522][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Confinement -> ? (Attic)
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Dexterity, Strength
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Titian stood there, leaning against the wall as people spoke. He let them all finish before he said anything. He might as well. None of them were listening. People wanting someone that could protect themselves: yeah, got with the one that dropped weapons or the other that had them explode in their hands. Great choices. Good luck with that. He wasn't by Walnut anymore, and in fact hadn't since she shot the doctor. He high tailed it away from her. He had spoken up about this before, just not to them. He had already spoken to a certain servant in the house. He could explain that while Blush was running about that the topic of all of them being blackmailed had come up. He could also point out that since she was not with the group a lot of the time that there was no way to prove or believe what she was saying. If she had names, maybe she was the one that started this. Or that others were gone from the group even before dinner. Or, or, or. 

	Yet, he didn't say any of that. It was obviously pointless. He started chuckling. [color=f26522]"I'm beginning to think I'm the smartest person in this room and that boggles the damn mind,"[/color] he laughed. Titian thought highly of himself, probably too much. He was narcissistic as hell but he also knew he was never the smarted person in the room. Until [b][i]NOW[/i][/b]. He tried, they didn't listen. No point in trying anymore. Anyways, for all he knew they had put them all in this room so they could be watched. Or listened to some how but hey, they didn't even think about that most likely. Shit, no one even bothered to check the bed, the one piece of furniture in the room. Maybe a few gave a quick glance around but not one person had actually checked anything specifically beside him and he had only lightly touched the door knob to check if it was locked. 

	They were focused on the wrong things. He had one of those moments of, yeah, not sticking around for this anymore. He'd rather be around staff or put in a dungeon. At least then it would be quiet. His head turned the side as he heard violin music playing softly through the walls. That was different. Then the flickering started and his head tilted back to the lights above them. [color=f26522]"What the hell now?"[/color] he muttered under his breath as he shoved his hand into his pants pocket. Then everything went dark. [color=f26522]"Fuck this shit,"[/color] he said as a rattling sound started. No one tried anything but he was willing to try, something at this point. There was a creaking sound. Then the sound of a bash and metal hitting the ground, then a door slamming. Looking around, he spotted three windows and the faint evening light as snow fell. Breathing deeply he smirked to himself. Yeah, time to find some real answers.