mnkee

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@rivaan Yeah because the potential for imminent death of our characters is so enticing. XD

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@rivaan I figure he will do a double take when he sees her in a dress. XD
Something a little like this...

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@Lady Amalthea I made a small edit on my post from yesterday. I just changed the location to what it was supposed be.

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Location: Inn near Hyde Park --> Almack's
“Kill them with kindness.”

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Fyror did some last-minute freshening up before departing for Almack’s in the carriage with his family. The rest of the officers that had come to London from Colchester Garrison rode in the carriage behind the Kildragon family’s. Despite the potential threat posed by the Soulless, people’s desire to attend the “festivities” of the Season remained undeterred.

However, Fyror’s stomach was in knots as uneasiness and dread rose within him. He felt that the odds that this night would end without some kind of physical or emotional trauma were slim to none. Truthfully though, it was more than just the threat of the Soulless that caused such anxiety. It was the ever-present fact that his mangled appearance turns the very people he swore to protect against him. Why was it so difficult for people to look past the exterior and instead see the real person lying within? Why couldn’t they see his chivalrous nature or his boundless devotion to the people of this country? Instead they treated him with contempt and distrust. Fyror let out a sigh and silently prayed he would make it through the night and that all would be well.

When they arrived at Almack’s, there was already a line of carriages dropping off guests attending the night’s event. Fyror, Colonel Theodore, and Leon exited the carriage first before helping the women out of the carriage. Fyror noted the way his parents always looked at each other with such love and admiration in their eyes. Sadly, Fyror had little hope of finding love in his lifetime. Instead he would focus on his job as he always had.

In their red and gold coat, the group of infantry officers stood out like a sore thumb in the crowds meandering inside.

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@Lady Amalthea I read that new post like...

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Location: Inn near Hyde Park & Hyde Park
“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness,
nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory.
I love only that which they defend.”
– J. R. R. Tolkien

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The arrival of Colonel Theodore and the other officers from Colchester Garrison was a great relief to Fyror. When greetings and moving them into their respective suites was all said and done, Fyror wasted little time to inform them of the Soulless attack. He hated to put a downer on what was supposed to be a vacation of sorts for the men, but nevertheless, they needed to know. Father like son, Colonel Theodore quickly took on a note of seriousness in his demeanor as he listened. He wrote down everything and then asked Fyror to show them where the Cargast attack occurred.

Along the way to Hyde Park, they gathered new information, from people staying at the inn, about another Soulless attack that had occurred in London. After Fyror showed the others where the Cargast attack occurred, the group of infantry officers took the initiative to spread out and see what information they could glean from people about the other Soulless attack. There were a lot of inconsistencies with people’s accounts of the attack, making it harder to differentiate between facts and fiction. When they finally met back up and conveyed their findings with one another, they had but a few definite facts. The attack for sure occurred around the same time as the Cargast attack in Hyde Park. It seemed to involve a Ryne. The victim was a little boy and was taken by two clergymen. In the end, two Soulless attacks in one day was certainly not a good sign.

An hour or so had passed before they went back to their rooms in the inn to prepare for the event at Almack’s tonight. And one thing was certain, they would all be going fully armed.

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@mnkee - You are on day 6 of 7

@Lady Amalthea

Yup, I know. I already have part of a post written up. I was going to sit down and finish it up tonight. :)

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Well, I don't think Fyror could cut off Millicent's mother's head...0.0
though perhaps if she was turned into a Soulless first...XD

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Aw, do you ship Fyror and Millicent @Lady Amalthea?

Then there was Fryor... Poor man, her mother had made him the brunt of her tittering last time they had met in public and even though Millicent had put her mother in her place for it she felt it was not enough. The man was kind and brave from what she could tell, he didn't deserve such babblings. Even with the scar he was quite handsome, perhaps even more so because of it.

@Lady Amalthea

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Location: Inn near Hyde Park
“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness,
nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory.
I love only that which they defend.”
– J. R. R. Tolkien

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Fyror let his words to Leon sink in while he went back to rummaging through his stuff for his sword sharpener. It did not take him long to find it, and as soon as he had, he went back over to the bed to where he had laid his belt and sword. He unsheathed his katana from its scabbard and sat down on the edge bed before setting to work sharpening the sword. The otherwise quiet room was filled with the sound of the metal sword sliding across the sharpener. The sound combined with the repetitive movement of his hand was almost therapeutic to him. He could be left alone to his thoughts and yet all the while still accomplish a necessary task. However, the true irony was that though he enjoyed the act of sharpening his sword he loathed using it on people, for he knew firsthand the devastation and pain such a weapon could bring. In the end, with great power comes great responsibility.

After several minutes of relative silence, Leon cleared his throat, garnering Fyror’s attention. “So, what is your lady friend like?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Fyror let out a small sigh as he rolled his eyes at his brother. Perhaps Leon had yet to completely outgrow his childishness. Nonetheless, Fyror stopped what he was doing to answer his brother’s “question.”

“Ms. Crane is different,” he replied.

“Well, that’s obvious! She dresses like a man and wears feathers in her hair!” Leon laughed.

“That is not what I meant,” Fyror snapped. His intense glare and tone of voice quickly shut up Leon. Fyror’s gaze lessened in intensity once he was assured his brother would not make another insensitive comment. “What I meant was that Ms. Crane is not like any other woman I have met. She is kind, intelligent, and independent. She doesn’t let others’ opinions bother her or define who she is and how she lives her life. I find those qualities quite admirable. Her choice of attire does not give people an excuse to treat her as anything less than lady, just as my appearance should not give people a reason to slight me. For once, I have met a woman who does not view me as being inferior.”

Leon looked like he was at a loss for words or perhaps he was just being more cautious with what he said after Fyror’s outburst. Before either could speak, they heard knock at the door to the floor his family was staying on. Fyror quickly got up, put his belt and sword back on, and went to answer the door. His mother and sister came out of their rooms just as he answered the door. He opened the door to find an inn worker standing there. “Sir Kildragon, a Colonel Theodore and fellow officers from Colchester Garrison have arrived,” the man stated. Finally, father has arrived. He is not going to be happy when he hears what I have to tell him.