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🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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As the Lord started to leave the room, Creme relaxed a tiny bit. It was her nature to be on edge around people of power; perhaps imbued by her need to help and please people. Either way, she now how to decide if she should join them. She hadn't partaken in food in the Breakfast Room, and a drink may help take the edge off of the night. Keeping her wits about her was important, and through it may impair her judgement, it may also help her keep her sanity. She quietly closed the distance between her self and Titian, deciding she'd accompany the Lord, and apparently him to get a drink, assuming the offer was open to all. Given his last words, endearing herself to him certainly sounded like a good idea in any case.

She took some note of Titian's words to herself and presumably Rave, and simply kept her mouth shut and smiled back. The man was crude, and not at all her cup of tea, but that was no excuse to be rude. She didn't particularly like being spoken to in that manner, but it wouldn't be proper for her to express that. She did, however, stop short of completely closing the distance between herself and him. That last comment, combined with his rather boisterous and loud attitude still gave her cause to keep her distance, and prevent interaction where she could. Just because she happened to be nice, didn't mean she had to avail herself to situations she knew would bring her nothing but trouble.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Near Water -> -> Carnival Grounds
Skills:N/A

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As they rounded off their conversation, Bart just smiled pleasantly at Lib, and said, "Yeah, Thanks for taking the time to answer our questions." It was disconcerting that the setting of the sun in this manor was unheard of, but that fact that Lib seemed to not think it out of the question that Management could of done this informed him of the power that these people held. Whatever they were, they were strong, perhaps even stronger than the Emendators. He didn't like the possibilities that fact enumerated, or the position it put all of them in. At least, he felt, he'd have useful things to report back to The Hat; he'd probably want to hear all of this. That, was, at least, what Bart believed.

As they neared the group, with who he assumed to be Management out in the open, he caught the tail end of their conversation, and didn't like one bit of what he was hearing. It sounded like shit was getting real, and the things that were being said weren't good for them at all. He thought of speaking and getting clarification, but it seemed Faith had taken the opportunity to do that already. He simply nodded, hoping that there was some component they were missing that made what they were saying sound worse than it actually was. He placed himself next to Faith, knowing that, whatever was happening, barraging the group with questions would do the exact opposite of help. He did take a moment to look at Gio though, curious how he'd react to the presence of Faith and himself, after his visit to Golgotha.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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"Compartmentalize Arthur." He thought to himself. Survival was his number one goal, and he needed to put everything else, including revelations about the true nature of the universe, behind the goal of staying alive. Shuffling into the shed, he figured since the rest of them had decided to fight, that'd be the direction they had to go in. Given they were lacking that magic metal Hedge had mentioned, it seemed their only option was to drop something heavy on them. He liked the idea of using the bags, but wasn't so comfortable of Anastasia being used as bait. "That's pretty dangerous, how fast can you run?" He asked uncertainly.

With that note, he went onto making a plan. If they could tie some knots around the weighted bags, they could essentially use their bodies as a counter weight, he'd imagine that'd only get one of them though. He didn't see how many of them there were, but he was certain of their plurality above all other things right now. He thought it'd be best to point this out, "Guys, let's say best case scenario we get two of them in here before we need to drop the bags." He started, glancing around at them, "What're we gonna do to get away from the others? It feels like we're cutting off our nose to spite the face."

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Listening to the lord of the manor speak, Creme's hands drifted up towards her mask .That was exactly the type of authorization she was waiting for. She felt a lot safer going mask-less, especially given that whoever was blackmailing them seemed to not be the lord. Her hands pulled it away from her face, making her appearance apparent for the world to see. She slipped the mask into the purse on her person, and closed it tight. This situation did, however, open the fairly disconcerting question. If Lord Bardolf wasn't responsible for them being here, who was? The question lingered on her mind like a lily pad atop a murky pond.

She assumed, however, that the line of demarcation between the early arrivals and other guests that now would never arrive. She thought it a healthy assumption that they were all being blackmailed. This all seemed to be an odd series of events, but no matter what circumstances had led her here, it seemed she would be here for awhile. Standing up, she decided now might be the time to stretch her legs, and further her knowledge of the place she'd be stuck in. She wanted to maybe see if anybody else wanted to take a look around, but she still didn't want to get close to that loud fellow, so she watched the others in the room, planning to follow if anybody left.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Near Water
Skills:N/A

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Bart's lips pursed for a moment, disappointed to see that he might be wrong. She did, however, mention that she didn't know why they had come here. Given that, he still had faith that his might be correct, but tucked that suspicion away until he could gather more information. He followed after Libby, and cringed a bit at her story. He'd heard of tar and feathering before, but he'd never though he'd meet somebody that had actually gone through it. He supposed nobody should ever be surprised by the depths of human depravity. As he walked he nodded along quietly, his face a bit paler than it was before.

"He sure sounds it." He agreed with Lib. These people weren't malicious, he was sure of that now. He didn't know if their goals were at all aligned, but he was sure that, whatever they were trying to do, it wasn't out of any malice. "Well, while we're walking," He said, and looked at the sun down, "Is that normal around you guys? I'll admit, it's a bit disconcerting." He asked, gesturing to the sky. He had come to understand that time was firmly in control of Giosue, so if not, he would assume that he was back, and had somehow done this. If it was, that meant that they must have some serious firepower on their side, which would be good to know.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Arthur nodded along with Desdemona. He didn't trust that this would be any different from moving to just another prison. That being said, there was some merit in that Hedge was currently leading them away from danger. He still wasn't convinced about this whole "demigod" business though. As shaky as his current relationship was with his parents, they still were his parents. He was almost sure of that. Granted, he didn't know how demigods were made, perhaps it was somehow possible for both his parents to be his, and still have some godliness. He shook his head, realizing he was going down a train of thought where he accepted that he was part god.

Curious though, he allowed himself a question. "If we were to believe you." He started, putting stress on his opening if, "Who would our parents be? Is Jesus like, our great uncle?" He normally wouldn't stick a "like" in the middle of a sentence like that, but right now, he was far from operating at a hundred percent. Between processing this new information, and running for his life, he was just about at his wit's end. If he got out of this alive, his parents could expect a phone call very soon.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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As Maestro walked away from her without providing her an answer, she shrugged dejectedly. The room was currently exploding around her, and she could understand why. She didn't want to be stuck here for weeks. She had her own obligations, and couldn't imagine her absence would be met with understanding. She didn't have anyway to get out of here safely though, not in this kind of weather. Exhaling, she tried to get herself to accept the futility of the situation, but it still frustrated her. Not following after Maestro, she sat in her chair, visibly upset, though she was working on containing that.

Soon, a more immediately worrisome event started to unfold, as people began removing their masks. She shook her head at this, keeping the piece of headgear firmly on her face. She knew that now was not a time for impulsive behavior, even if they were no longer in need of these masks, she'd keep it on until somebody of authority told her to remove it. It just wasn't her way to make this kind of choice on her own, and her instincts told her to keep it on in the first place. For now, she stayed seated, rather afraid of the angry man in the room who started this whole mask removal business.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Near Water
Skills:N/A

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Bartholomew winced as Lib's voice rose to a shout at the girls, but gave a laugh afterwards. That was interesting though, since Louisiana wasn't too far east, as far as the US was concerned. He guessed that meant they primarily were out near the Pacific, maybe as far as California. That information probably wasn't too useful on its own, but he'd make note of it if it came up later. As a matter of principle, he averted his eyes as Libby stripped to her undergarments, not feeling comfortable watching the woman clean herself. He looked at Faith, as if to see if she had any more questions, when an idea struck him.

Doing some considering for a moment, he decided to ask, "One more thing, if it's alright. Shot in the dark, did you guys know Peter while he was alive?" He figured now would be a fine time to test his hypothesis, and he didn't feel like his question was intrusive or anything. If Peter spent time with these people, and they cared enough to come all the way here after coming from some place far away, that would explain pretty much everything to him. All he could do was hope Lib would be honest with him, as he waited for a response. He hoped he was right, not just for the illumination it'd provide, but for the fact that it would feel good to get a win on this. As the sun lowered at a quickened pace through the sky, he gave am unsure look at Faith, thinking they should maybe regroup in light of this new development. "Should we head back?" He asked.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Arthur's eyes widened a bit at the term "half blood". It sounded almost like a slur one would hear in the back country. He opened his mouth for a moment, about to rebuff the very notion at the face of it, but then again, things were rather wild at the moment. That wasn't enough to make him change religions with a few words, but hey, maybe now wasn't the time to be rejecting such ideas out off hand. Now wasn't the time though, now was the time to focus on staying alive, and not getting eaten. That was far too gruesome of a death for him, and he would do everything he could to prevent it from happening.

In that vein, the rest of what Hedge was saying made a good deal of sense. He was offering them a way to stay alive, and that made him the most important thing to Arthur in the world right now. Stuck close, and shut up, and hopefully he'd come out with his head still attached to his shoulders. He quietly nodded his head, ready to follow any and all orders laid out to him to the best of his abilities. Even if Coach Hedge was somehow like these beasts, he was at least leading them away, and seemed to be much more friendly.He felt like he could trust him, for now at least.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Creme tilted her head, smiling back at Maestro, "Well, if you would be so kind, would you mind telling me why I'm here?" She asked sweetly. He seemed to know what the reasoning behind her appearance here tonight was, which was odd. She felt like that might have some kind of implication about whatever her role was to be, but she didn't have any idea what that might be. They were, apparently, special in some way, which was new for her. She never really felt like she mattered before, and this was as close to that as she'd gotten in a while. It was exciting, she considered, for her presence to have some more weight than normal.

She turned her head as the lord of the manor entered the ballroom, and made his announcement. The bridge had been blown? That was concerning for sure. She didn't recall the weather being quite so horrible as to cause that, which made her think that something nefarious may be afoot. A look of worry crossed her face, hoping that the fortifications of the manor would stay them from any dangers that might wish them harm. Rocking back and forth in her chair a touch, she turned back to Maestro, the brief flash of excitement cleanly wiped from her psyche in light of this news.