[center][b][color=orange][h1] Mr. V[/h1][/color][/b][/center]

[color=limegreen]Time: Evening [/color]
[color=limegreen]Location: [/color] Damien Estate
[color=limegreen]Interactions:[/color] Fritz [@JJ Doe] Charlotte [@Princess]
[color=limegreen]Mentions:[/color] Olivia [@Potter]
[color=limegreen]Attire: ??? [/color]

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 The masked gentleman graciously bowed."[color=f7941d] Anything offered shall be greatly appreciated.[/color]" He listened to anything Fritz was willing to tell him regarding the Damien family and other such matters that may be related. Some things he knew, but most of it new to him and with each tidbit the woefully put together puzzle regarding Calbert and Violet's death took on some discernable picture in his head though still lacked far too much. 

All the while, his gaze would roam over the party trying to take notice of any recognizable faces; at times checking back on Charlotte, concerned, but nothing he could do but wait on that end. With the vile count doing his own thing, he left him be though would try to keep his location in the back of his mind. 

His search had him discover the icy prince and honored queen. Two guests that certainly had him nervous; a part of him hesitant to continue with his plans, but for the group and Percy's stake... besides he already knew this whole thing was stupidly risky.

What made it even more frustrating was the peculiar lack of Violet. In fact, none of the Damien family besides Lord Calbert had announced themselves. Any chance of making things up with Crystal clearly not an option; worse yet, no way for any of them to try get the most crucial intel only she knew.

Irritating and very strange; from what he had read and taught, events hosted by big named families never wasted opportunities to wag their amazing family and wealth in everyone's faces. 

After thinking on it a bit longer, taking into consideration the fact that, if Violet had indeed died and been brought back and her lack of presence. Mr. V's body tensed as the worse possibility came to his mind. And yet, that piece of shit Count is wasting his time trying to screw over two peasants.

Thankful to have the metal tray clutched in his right hand lest he found himself stalking straight over to Calbert and knock some of that deluded view out of him. 

Mention of Olga's name was just the trick to help pull Mr. V from his dark and frustrating ruminations. Fritz's voice and words provided him the reprieve to calm down. A good thing he forbade the mistress touch of liquor or he may have lost himself. And with it a small smile to his lips; happy to hear Olga was doing well.

Then his companion shifted closer; a sign what he had to say next to more important and sensitive and acted in kind by leaning close, his full attention given this time. 

[color=9354ff]“Do you see that striking couple over there? The gentleman wearing a weasel mask has been keeping a close eye on the Damiens for a few days now. His insights may better serve you.”[/color]

Turning his attention as guided to the couple mentioned, where he saw the weasel-mask wearing individual named Peter. Something about the guy seemed a bit off; at first, he figured the mask to blame, but...

Not that he could dwell on it long for he soon caught sight of the woman hanging onto his arm. The uncomfortable tingling turning into a rumble in his gut upon realizing who it was. Even beneath her multi-layered disguise, he recognized her easily now that his beloved booze mistress did not addle his thoughts. 

His childhood friend looked absolutely stunning and elegant.  While her being with this Peter did not sit well with him, he only wished she could be free to enjoy herself. How they all could have spent the night dancing away.

If only circumstances for this party had been of genuine fun. Alas.

Seeking her out would have to wait for the moment as he caught sight of Charlotte who was beginning to make her way to them. That on top of Fritz seemingly finishing up. 

[color=9354ff]” “What else might you need from me?” [/color]

The question made him chuckle as the other favor he had in mind slipped away after the onslaught of information and concerns." First, of course I must give my thanks for all that you were willing to give." Another respectful bow as his or the staff's way of showing his thanks at least." As for the matter of request." This time it was his turn to lean in close.

" [color=f7941d]If possible, would you know where I could get ahold of a small pouch of gun powder?[/color]" His left hand gently resting on his shoulder having leaned to whisper it."[color=f7941d] I- [/color]" Opening his mouth as if to elaborate onto his request and with quite the big grin as if proud of the ideas he had in mind. 

[color=b7aae0]"Evening gentlemen. Having fun over here I hope?" [/color]

Upon hearing Charlotte greeting words, his relaxed postured straightened and he stepped back, but not before dusting off the shoulder he had been lightly leaning against."[color=f7941d] Ah! You grace us with your presence, Lady Charlotte![/color]" Turning partially with a partial bow of his head in turn." [color=f7941d]Your timing has been proven most fortuitous for Sir Fritz had just finished regaling me with his *tales*.[/color]" Slipping the tray now sporting slight bending under his arm to give Fritz brief little clap.

"[color=f7941d] Most compelling with much gleaned from it, that I can certainly attest.[/color]" His little applause ended, he then stepped closer to Charlotte where he would check her over." [color=f7941d]But what of you, Lady Butterfly? That... little episode you recently demonstrated?[/color]" Mr. V asked still in his disguised manner, worry easily evident in his tone, however."[color=f7941d] Before anything, I must ask If the lady requires a drink or a seat, please let me know as it is our duty to keep all guests happy.[/color]" It annoyed and bothered him having to talk in such an eloquent manner made only possible due to those blasted lessons.

The thought of Agatha's smug toad like face from taking pleasure in seeing him using her high society lessons made his skin crawl. He could not help but count down the seconds he could free him of this insulting ruse. Unfortunate for the others, this was their life, leaving him wishing a way to help them. 
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