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Guilty is charged. XD
Guilty is charged. XD
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Location: Inn near Hyde Park (Inside – Top floor)
After being sufficiently fussed over, Fyror sought out the solitude of his room while his mother and sister got ready for the event at Almack’s tonight. He was uncertain of the validity of going to the event considering the heightened threat that Soulless now pose; however, the protective soldier within him wanted to be there perchance things did go awry. He also wanted to protect his family. He hated these conflicting feelings as they were distorting his good judgment.
He let out a sigh as he entered his room with his brother in tow. “I do not think I have much more information to offer you, Leon. I told you all but what you already know,” Fyror stated. He took off his belt and sword and tossed it onto the bed before rummaging through his stuff to find the sword sharpener.
“You have told me the facts, but you have not told me your thoughts. What is your gut telling you?” Leon inquired. His tone held a note of gravity in it that caused Fyror to pause what he was doing and meet his brother’s gaze. Leon’s expression was serious, and Fyror noted the tension in his brother’s demeanor. His brother knew full well that today’s Cargast attack was a bad sign after years of relative peace in London.
“I think our problems with the Soulless have only just begun. Things are going to get a lot worse before it gets any better,” Fyror replied gravely.
Location: Inn near Hyde Park
“I see you are back in one piece. I take it you did not encounter any problems, particularly of the undead kind,” Leon stated as Fyror approached him. Despite his brother’s attempt at trying to make light of the situation, Fyror could see the barely concealed concern etched on his face.
“Fortunately, we did not run across any more Soulless. How are our mother and sister? You did not run across anymore trouble, did you?” Fyror asked, quick to inquire about his family’s safety. Truth be told, they had never completely left his thoughts since the moment he had parted ways with them.
“They are a bit unsettled, but that is understandable given the situation. They will be relieved to see that you are back safe and sound,” Leon replied as he and his brother made their way into the inn. They continued to speak as they walked up the stairs to the floor their family was staying on. “I immediately went to them when you left. I stayed with them for a while before taking up position in front of the inn. Fyror, the body of the Cargast victim was no longer in Hyde Park. Someone must have taken it while I was inside.”
“Coincidentally, while we made a quick stop at the Wyndham’s, Ms. Crane and I saw the man who took the body. Ms. Crane was warning Ms. Wyndham, and another woman named Virginia, about the Cargast attack when the man just showed up with the dead body held in his arms. He is lucky he did not give the women a huge fright. The man said he was taking the body to a nearby church before he quickly left.”
Their voices echoed off the walls around them as they swiftly ascended the stairs up to their floor. No sooner had they entered their family’s quarters did Mrs. Kildragon fling herself in Fyror’s direction and take him in a tight embrace. “We were worried sick about you,” her muffled voice sounded in his ear. He felt a pang of guilt for leaving his family in the way that he had.
“Forgive me, for that was not my intention to worry you so. I just could not bear to let Ms. Crane travel alone. Had Leon not been here to watch over you I would not have been so quick to leave you,” he explained apologetically. His mother pulled away slightly and tenderly caressed her son’s face.
“I know. You do not need to explain yourself. I am just glad that you are safe,” she reassured him.
@Lady Amalthea Just to let you know I am updating my clue sheet. ;)
Fyor is just one of those characters where I think about him and am like...
Location: Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone --> Inn near Hyde Park
Fyror entered the coach after Jeanette and took the seat across from her as the door was shut behind him. Thereafter they were quickly whisked away towards Hyde Park. He let out a small sigh as he looked out the window for a moment at the passing scenery. Today was certainly proving to be…interesting. The presence of Soulless in the confines of London weighed heavily on him. He feared for the safety of his family, the safety of the people who lived here, and the safety of this woman that he now viewed as a dear friend. He did not try to hide the gnawing worry from his facial features as he returned his gaze to Jeanette.
“My family and I will also be at Almack’s tonight, so we will see one another again sooner than you anticipated. I cannot guarantee that I will be good company though. I dislike such public events as it most often means I get to be openly ridiculed for the majority of the time. Apart from my family and fellow officers, most people do not treat me as kindly as you have,” Fyror stated earnestly. “The new threat that these Soulless pose only makes matters worse. I really wish my family was back at Colchester Garrison surrounded by its walls and squadrons of soldiers. My father and some of the other officers are due to arrive sometime today so at least there will be a few more people to help make London safer.”
The coach began to slow down as they neared the inn where Fyror’s family was staying. The door was opened as soon as they came to a stop in front of the inn. Fyror looked over at Jeanette as a tender smile brightened up his dull features. “We shall meet again. Take care, Miss Crane,” he said before exiting the coach. He saw his brother Leon was waiting for him just outside of the inn, and he made his way over to him.
@Lady Amalthea@rivaan I have another post up for Fyror! With all of this practice, I am getting better at writing more detail! :D
Location: Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone
Fyror watched as the man took down all of the information they provided. Something new seemed to come to his mind as finished up his writing. He set down his quill and looked at Fyror and Jeanette oddly. “Where is the girl? What church?” he asked, addressing Jeanette’s statement that the victim’s body had been taken to another church. Clearly he was wondering why they had not just brought the body with them to this church. It was indeed an understandable question, but the situation was what it was. Jeanette’s explanation seemed to pacify the man as he did not further press the situation.
The man slid a piece of parchment and a quill over to them and asked for their contact information. He then stated that they may leave when they are done with that before excusing himself from the room. Jeanette grabbed the quill first and slowly began to write her name and address. The way she wrote slowly and carefully led him to believe that writing was not her strong suit. He suppressed the sudden urge to rest his hand on top of hers and help steady and guide her hand. He mentally shook that thought away, knowing that such an action would likely be deemed as inappropriate and be rather unwelcomed by her. Instead, he purposefully kept his hands by his sides until she was done. When she finally set down the quill, he then took it up and wrote his contact information below hers. Needless to say, his writing was notably more refined than hers. He supposed that was due to having a fair share of practice with all the paperwork he has had to fill out, as required of an officer in the British infantry.
When he was done, he turned back to her. He nodded his head in response to her question and gave her a kind smile as she waited for him. Fyror’s gaze takes in the main chapel area as they leave the office side by side. The man that they had been speaking to is now off talking to the pastor of the church. Fyror looks at the intricate paintings adorning Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone one last time before he and Jeanette exit the building together.
The peace and sense of safety that the chapel had provided soon leaves Fyror. He is thrusted back into this new reality: an enclosed city infested with God knows how many Soulless. The people hanging just outside the church can be heard gossiping about this and that, and the hackney driver that Miss Millicent Wyndham provided is rubbing down the horse as he awaits Fyror and Jeanette. He quickly notices them and asks where they wish him to take them to next. “My family is staying at the inn adjacent Hyde Park. Please drop me off there and then you may take Miss Crane home next. After that you are free to go,” Fyror explained. He then turns to lend Jeanette a hand into the coach.
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Location: Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone
Fyror watched the man’s expression as Jeanette informed him of the Cargast attack in Hyde Park. A startled look crossed the man’s face and understandably so. With the sheer magnitude of Jericho’s barricade at thirty feet high and twenty feet deep with a single entrance it provides the near perfect illusion of safety. Though Fyror had no doubt that it had its flaws, and the Soulless have surely found them. That is assuming they weren’t already here, biding their time in the shadows. These Soulless needed to be dealt with before they multiplied and became too much to handle. After all, these walls could not only keep others out but also keep everyone in.
The man began to speak up but paused as he did a once over Jeanette, apparently noting her unusual choice of attire. Fyror’s jaw tightened the slightest in annoyance. He caught Jeanette’s glance in his direction out of the corner of his eye. He was glad that she didn’t seem too bothered by the man. Fyror was furthermore relieved when they weren’t met with any opposition and the man led them to his office.
Fyror followed alongside Jeanette into the man’s office. The man sat down at his desk and pulled out a ledger. “Now, please, tell me what you both know in full detail,” he stated after dipping his quill in the ink. Jeanette promptly began explaining the ordeal they had witnessed. Fyror listened to her explanation and was ready to provide any added details or fill in any gaps.
“The victim was a young girl. It was a seemingly random choice, though once the girl is properly identified perhaps we will have more insight on the matter. The Cargast, in the form of a thick fog, started to head deeper into Hyde Park. It had plenty of potential victims and ample opportunities to attack once more, but it didn’t…” Fyror filled in the gaps and openly deliberated on what it could mean for the people of London. His face fell and his body stiffened as a horrible realization hit him. “Maybe it was sending a message…We can’t deny that these Soulless could be more intelligent than we first thought. After all, they were once human.” He glanced over at Jeanette before looking back at the man. His face revealed his genuine concern over the given situation. He knew that there were surely dark times ahead.
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