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Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
Skills: Perception
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt raised an eyebrow as Swamp rose to his feet. Anticipating that there may be about to be some form of entertainment, Cobalt leaned against the fireplace beside him, his elbow on the mantelpiece. Although he looked relaxed, he was far from it, ready to spring into action if something called for it. What he got instead forced him to suppress a laugh. The blue eyes, peering out from the bird-like mask the doctor wore, clearly winked towards Amaranthine. The image, and the gesture, struck Cobalt as so out of place that it almost seemed farcical, but that was not the end of it.

Obviously attempting to impose himself, the tall, slender figure widened his stance as he spoke to the men gathered outside the door. This time, Cobalt couldn't stop the laughter that burst from him, and he was forced to conceal it with a cough as he heard the doctor speak. His intended? Cobalt had only left them alone for a few moments, had he missed some great declaration of love? Cobalt glanced across to Amaranthine herself, attempting to gauge her reaction.

Unfortunately, a face beneath a mask was a difficult one to read, and besides, Cobalt's attention was dragged away as the men standing outside the room moved into it. There was something curious about the men that stepped through the door, three with fair hair, one dark. Cobalt couldn't help but smirk as he heard them speak, each chiming in to continue from the other, so that four men spoke where only one needed to. They were certainly apologetic to the doctor, and if they were threatened by his stance they didn't show it.

Cobalt could feel the cold night's air on his back, and he wasn't surprised when he heard one of the four newcomers remark, although for the life of him he could not tell which one. Cobalt turned to Amaranthine again, waiting to see how the woman would react.
"If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori." -Wilfred Owen

Autumn of 1801




2nd of July

Keen to suppress the aggression of The Shuren Dynasty, or to at least challenge it, The Empire of Attolia officially grants Letters of Marquis to any Attolian sailors who wish to take up arms against the Shuren, allowing them to raid and pillage with no reprimand from the Empire. It is the Attolian East India Company that most readily takes to this opportunity, always looking for chances to further expand their power. Preparations are quickly made.

5th of July

For too long have the people of Suveren been forced to sit and watch while their neighbors, the Western Territories of The Republic of Toubres, have grown rich. Feeling that they are being sorely neglected by The Kingdom of Aontas, who seem far more concerned with wars on the continent than sparing any thought for their colonies, protests begin across the small province. Although it is the citizens of Aontas that light the torch, it is the natives, the Suvereni, that fan the flames. While their cultural brothers, just across the sea, have gone from strength to strength, the Suvereni have been given nothing. The meagre garrison of the island are almost obscenely outnumbered, and it is in panic that the first shot is fired. Protests turn to open riots, and rebellion.

9th of July

Wary of the espionage that is quickly becoming rampant across Europe, The Three City's Republic of Ianian creates a new Investigative Bureau, with it's sole purpose being the rooting out of spies attempting to infiltrate the Republic. This is no doubt a reactive move, and it symbolises that the dread of espionage is spreading beyond the borders of those already affected by it. A new age of spying is dawning across the continent.

13th of July

The European Trading League continues to grow in strength. Much like The Holy Territories of Edoniras, the joining of The Redcliff Empire is largely thanks to the Empire's already strong relations with a current member, The Republic of Toubres. Regardless, it is The Three City's Republic of Ianian that extends the invitation, and Redcliff readily accepts. While the Continental Alliance burst into life, the steady growing of strength by the European Trading League now challenges their strength, perhaps even trumping it. As the Ubren-Attolia War Summit continues, many are starting to consider the possible outcomes of a potential war in Europe.

17th of July

The Three City's Republic of Ianian continues it's active month. Now, their attention is turned to the excess spending that is threatening to dig at the Republic's wealth. Sweeping reports are made, reaching every corner of the Three City's, and their overseas colonies, rooting out any opportunity to cut down unnecessary spending, or where spending can be made more efficient. Despite it's sprawling trade routes steadily pouring gold into the Republic's coffers, a string of projects have begun to seep away that money, and the Republic seems determined to not stand for it.

21st of July

Finally, The Empire of Rubrus rouses itself. It's ally, The Kingdom of Claidor has been bloodied while the Empire has sat idle, but no longer. Some force seems to grip them, and they leap into action. They issue a proclamation to The Kingdom of Ilastiri, demanding that the Kingdom retracts it's forces from the conflict, and returns to their own territories. If the proclamation is ignored, they claim, they will call upon the Continental Alliance. For now though, they focus on The Kingdom of Vendsyssel. Soldiers march through the ever snowy reaches of the far north to heavily re-enforce the territories of Claidor's remaining lands, while the army group under General Klavdiy Levin, still encamped in the Claidor province of Lohoya march west, crosses into the Vendsyssel province of Rogosz. The war escalates yet further.

24th of July

Realizing that they are effectively out of options, the massed fleet of The Empire of Attolia launches it's counterattack against the besieging fleet of The Shuren Dynasty. Attempting to wrong-foot the Dynasty, instead of heading towards the relatively safe ports to the South, the Attolian fleet sails north. What follows is a frantic and brutal conflict, cannon-fire merging into a single roar as the two fleets collide. However, the Attolians were right. The Shuren fleet expected them to move south, so the bulk of their fleet is there. Although it is hard-fought, the majority of the Attolia fleet manages to break through the line. Fort Tian falls less than an hour after they depart, the remaining citizens left there slaughtered. For now, the Attolian fleet sails along the coast of the Shuren Dynasty, raiding and pillaging, hounded by the Shuren fleet.

26th of July

Attempting to improve the fracturing relations across the nation, stemming from the catastrophic situation in the province of Belgae, The Empire of Attolia calls upon the ruling councils of the Empire to gather in the capital, Attolia. The intentions of the meeting are simple, to receive the opinions of those on the ground, in order to better understand how the various regions of the Empire can be most helped. The meeting in itself, as is anything in bureaucracy, is clunky and slow, easily side-tracked and highly opinionated. However, slowly, progress is made.

29th of July

The army of The Empire of Rubrus reaches the port city of Norzeg, deep in The Kingdom of Vendsyssel province of Rogosz. The Vendsyssel navy is far from it's greatest strength, but it is substantially more than The Empire of Rubrus or The Kingdom of Claidor can bring to bear, and it begins exacting a bloody toll on the besieging Rubrus army. The Empire is quick to call on it's ally The Kingdom of Aontas, imploring for the Kingdom to send their own fleet to aid them. If their call will be answered, still stands to be seen.

31st of July

Civil unrest continues to become more and more of a common theme. In the province of Suveren, the garrison of The Kingdom of Aontas finds itself severely stretched attempting to contain the increasingly aggressive natives. Firefights break out, and riots spread like wildfire. In Belgae, the same almost open rebellion continues, as the Sentinels of The Empire of Attolia continue to fight their vicious battle against the insurgents that have infested the province. Even in The Kingdom of Ubren, dissent rises. In events eerily similar to the initial events in Belgae and Torrik, the murmurings of rebellion begin to spread. Although they are faint, they are growing louder, something, or someone, is amplifying them.



William Fraser


Location: Annan
Skills: Perception



William allowed himself a smile as Rutherford called for the carriage to change it's course, following the tracks that he had spotted. Both a delay, to allow William to find his footing in the group, and assess his best move, and also the potential for yet more adventure. Rutherford was right, perhaps William was simply growing more cautious, but he would be lying if the Soulless hadn't been the first thing to come to mind when he saw the tracks. He nodded in thanks for the praise from Rutherford, and shifted forwards slightly in his seat in anticipation.

Thankfully, the musician was hardly unarmed. If it was to come to a fight with the Soulless, he was as prepared as he could be. The dirk, sheathed and lying almost across his lap due to the way he was sitting, had been a gift from his father, ad had been well-used. The Solingen steel that it had been forged from had been whetted with Soulless blood so many times that William had started to believe it had developed a taste for it. And if the dirk was not enough, then the solid shape of the kopis, pressing against his back, would rise to the challenge. It was those two blades that William had wielded for years. He had others, but he only tended to use them out of necessity. He was a romantic at heart, in truth how could he not be, and the pair, the ivory and the ebony hilts, were simply too poetic for him to ignore.

Thinking of his companions, William turned to glance at them. He couldn't tell if Egerton was armed, but considering the man's mocking of needing training, he expected the man to be more of a liability than a help in battle. Millicent on the other hand was trained, but William was fairly confident from looking at her that she didn't have a weapon. It was Rutherford that caught his eye the most. Although he couldn't make out the individual weapons, he could tell the man was heavily armed. William allowed himself a slight smile as he stretched his right shoulder, shaking a s light stiffness from it. Now this was an adventure.
Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
Skills: Perception
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt took a breath to steady himself. Something about the room still intrigued him, and he couldn't help but feel that the small group's relative privacy could only be short-lived. His gaze fell on the wall once again. He smiled politely at Amaranthine's comment about his apparent obsession with it, but something stopped him from tearing his eyes away from it.

And then he saw it. A latch, carefully concealed but just noticeable in the narrow gap between two of the wall joints. The same curiosity that had consumed Cobalt to inspect the wall now led his feet across the room, until he was face to face with the wall, and the latch upon it. The wood paneling of the wall was cut differently around the latch, more noticeable now he was closer. His hand rose, thumbing the latch. There was a barely discernible click, and Cobalt found himself pushing the wall, opening up the side of the room itself as it swung outwards.

The biting cold hit him first, and his eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness outside. A quick glance through the now open wall confirmed what Cobalt had suspected, a small courtyard opened up, various windows, presumably leading into other rooms, spilled light out into the otherwise total darkness. He raised an eyebrow beneath his mask, very curious. A whisper from Amaranthine called Cobalt's attention back to the room, he had no time to even attempt to close the door, cursing his curiosity under his breath as he turned to face the main door.

An easy smile flickered across Cobalt's face again as he turned towards the ajar door, shrugging slightly if either of his two companions happened to be taken aback by the hidden door he kept at his back.


William Fraser


Location: Annan
Skills: Seduction (Court), Perception



William could feel the carriage begin to slow, no doubt due to their progress deeper into the town, and William allowed himself to relax slightly. All in all, the last hour or so had been a rush of activity, and he took a moment to truly take stock for the first time. He couldn't truthfully say what it was that had inspired him to offer to join the party. Practicality of offered transport? Some distant echo of honour? Or was it simply boredom? He was jerked out of this self-reflection by the sound of Egerton pounding on the roof of the carriage, urging the driver to increase their pace. His eyes glanced across to Rutherford, to see that the other man didn't seem phased by the delay. It was William's glance towards Millicent that caught his attention however.

The young woman was clearly tense, her face drawn as she nervously glanced around, reminding William of an animal about to bolt. But it wasn't Millicent that so fully grabbed William's gaze, rather it was what was beyond her. As the carriage turned a bend, he could make out wheel tracks cut into the earth, the sign of a carriage that took the turn far too quickly. He shifted slightly to get a better look, glancing at his new companions before gesturing towards the tracks as he spoke.

"It appears someone is in far more of a rush than we are."

Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
Skills: Charisma, Perception
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt absentmindedly watched the doctor as he scrawled across the paper he held. Clearly the man had some talent, or at least believed himself to. Stranger and stranger. But Cobalt's attention was drawn back to Amaranthine, as the music drew to an abrupt halt, the last note echoing around the room for an instant. In that same instant, the woman herself changed. The confident, flowing musician faded away, replaced by the nervous, worrying damsel that Cobalt had glimpsed before.

It was the doctor that broke the silence, all slow claps and oozing flattery. Not to be outdone, Cobalt leaned forwards slightly in his seat, applauding himself as he smiled beneath his mask, his gaze not leaving Amaranthine's face.

"I couldn't have put it better myself, doctor. Exquisite music, from an equally exquisite musician."

Cobalt allowed himself a sly smile. The charm in his voice certainly seemed to ring true, although he was careful not to congratulate himself too much. However, despite the finely shaped woman standing before him, he felt his attention inadvertently drawn back to the wall that had caught his eye before. He frowned slightly, perplexed about just what it was that was demanding his attention. Rising to his feet slowly, he took a step closer to the wall in question, examining it again.

But his attention failed him, and he found his gaze wandering back to the two others in the room. Frowning slightly beneath his mask, and aware that his movement might have attracted curious looks, he smiled, leaning slightly against the table beside him as his gaze flicked between the two, the musician and the doctor.

"If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori." -Wilfred Owen

Summer of 1801




1st of June

The Hastel Dominions makes a clear display of power. Assembling it's entire army in the central province of Bruchval, a colossal military parade is held. This is a sign of intent, the Hastel Dominions no doubt keen to show that it has the power to stand by it's long-time allies The Kingdom of Ubren. Once the parade is complete, and the people of the nation suitably whipped into a patriotic fervour, the soldiers of the Dominions are deployed to their posts once more.

4th of June

Perhaps looking to further strengthen their foothold in the region, or perhaps simply gripped for a longing to explore the unknown, colonists from The Three City's Republic of Ianian sail into uncharted waters. Embarking from South Tilandia, and clinging to the coast of the colossal island to the south, the colonists eventually find a suitable landing point, and claim the land as the colony of Lombast. They encounter the locals before long, and they begin a tentative trade, exchanging trinkets for food, and rudimentary guidance. The land is inhospitable, but they persevere.

8th of June

The king of The Kingdom of Aontas himself calls upon the Kingdom's greatest composers to compose a suitably patriotic piece, intended to spread all across the nation, and to inspire belief. War may yet be averted, but the Kingdom of Aontas is still a nation trying to find it's place on the international stage, and for the nation to prevail, it's people must believe that it can.

13th of June

In another show of strength, The Hastel Dominions orders the construction of three new Second-Rate Ships of the Line. It is clear that the Dominions will not be bowed by the strength of it's northern neighbour's fleets, and the dockyards of the province of Weidingen are quickly put to work. The nation's finest shipwrights are gathered, and they estimate that they will have the ships ready to sail within seven years.

17th of June

The Three City's Republic of Ianian continues to look to spread it's influence over the other nations of Europe. Aware of The Redcliff Empire yearning to industrialize, still struggling to grow it's struggling economy, the Republic offers to sell it's once enemies excess industrial equipment, for a reduced fee of course. The Redcliff Empire takes to this offer with vigour, and once again, Ianian improves it's influence through trade.

23rd of June

The walls of the city of Holbeck are shattered. The garrison of The Kingdom of Claidor fights bravely, almost to the end, but they are outnumbered, and their morale is in tatters. They surrender in their droves, and the entire province of Holbeck is now out of Claidor's control. In what is no doubt a clause from the agreement between the two nations, The Kingdom of Vendsyssel cedes it's claim to the land, allowing The Kingdom of Ilastiri to claim it. Now, the combined army waits, the Kingdom of Claidor still reeling from the rapid string of defeats it has suffered. If The Empire of Rubrus continues to sit by idly as it's ally is divided up by it's enemies, Claidor is surely lost.

26th of June

Severely bloodied by it's failed attempts, the soldiers of The Kingdom of Claidor are forced to abandon the Siege of Ziva. Their own capital is at risk, and they have been beating themselves against the immovable anvil of The Kingdom of Vendsyssel defenders for too long, thousands of men lying dead at the cities walls. Claidor is digging in, calling all the soldiers they can to man the defences.

30th of June

Buoyed with confidence by the lack of response from The Empire of Attolia, The Shuren Dynasty grow more bold. Ships of the line, clearly influenced by those from Europe, but still bearing the distinct style of the Oriental warships, descend upon Fort Tian. The assembled Attolian fleet, the entirety of the nations Ships of the Line, is a formidable challenge, but the Shuren ships are not daunted. Making use of a string of reefs and swells that surround the island, the Dynasty's fleets appear from seemingly nowhere, and then are gone before their bombardment has even struck. The Attolian fleet is powerful, but they are cut off, and the island boasts little in the way of natural provisions. Unless they can punch their way free, or help arrives, it will be thirst and hunger that kills the sailors.

"If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori." -Wilfred Owen

Summer of 1801




2nd of May

While the Siege of Ziva continues, a meeting is held between The Kingdom of Vendsyssel and The Kingdom of Ilastiri. The meeting drags on long into the night, and when it is finally resolved, the forces of both nations march for war. Whatever agreement was struck between the two, it has united the two armies against The Kingdom of Claidor. It is the province of Holbeck that weathers the worst of the assault, attacked from two front. The cities of both Sloboci and Kosice find themselves besieged, the garrisons far outnumbered by the armies they defend against. If The Empire of Rubrus continues not to act, then Claidor is surely lost.

6th of May

Frantic rumours begin reaching the survivors of The Empire of Attolia colony of Fort Tian. Rumours of Frigates, and Ships of the Line, sailing to the north, and flying the flag of The Shuren Dynasty. It is clear that the Shuren Dynasty has not been idle, and that it has learnt from it's heavy defeats in the past. Using the remains of the initial Attolian fleet that reached them, putting their greatest minds, and their phenomenally large manpower to work, the Shuren Dynasty now commands a navy to rival the European powers.

9th of May

Seemingly in preparation of invasion from The Kingdom of Aontas, The Kingdom of Ubren moves forces to garrison the newly conquered province of Torrik. War only continues to become an increasingly certain possibility, and the ripples of it have reached every corner of Europe. In The Holy Territories of Edoniras, the Pope feels that ensuring war doesn't consume Europe is once again his burden. He begins planning a summit, for all the powers of Europe, to ensure peace reigns.

13th of May

Desperate to maintain their control over Belgae, The Empire of Attolia pours more money into Sentinels. With tensions driven to a fever pitch by the attempted assassination of the Emperor himself, it is no easy task to maintain order. But with a small fortune in backing, the Sentinels take to their task with a ferocious tenacity. Rooting out a revolutionary element nearly every day, Attolia manages to maintain control over the province, but it is only by their fingernails.

15th of May

The Empire of Attolia opens a string of government funded, and government owned, factories all across their territories. Clearly keen to make use of their substantial labour base, this is an effective, but expensive strategy. The industrialization of the nation continues, families leaving the fields that their family has worked for generations to travel to rapidly expanding cities.

18th of May

The Kingdom of Claidor city of Kosice is the first to fall, it's walls shattered and the garrison quickly surrendering. Only a few hours later, as news reaches the beleaguered defenders of the city of Sloboci, that city falls as well. Only the provincial capital of Holbeck itself still stands, and it stands seemingly along against the combined forces of The Kingdom of Vendsyssel and The Kingdom of Ilastiri.

22nd of May

Majdi al-Selim, the man, or perhaps simply the idea, now entirely controls the nations of The Eternal Hadeen of Dashkatar, The Akkadian Empire and The Hijeen Caliphate. He possesses an almost limitless supply of manpower, vast tracts of land, and a nation of people united behind one single ideology. While the European powers bicker among themselves, Majidi is given the liberty of simply watching, and waiting.

24th of May

Surprisingly, perhaps to the people of The Kingdom of Ubren most of all, Ubren sends diplomats to The Empire of Attolia with a proposition. The deal is simple. Ubren will not go to war, so long as Attolia hands over the province of Belgae to the Kingdom of Ubren. They also agree to signing a peace treaty that will last twenty years, even offering to pay Attolia for the land. It is now up to Attolia to make their decision.

27th of May

The dissension that has been running rife across the territories of The Three City's Republic of Ianian continues. Over the last months, the steadfast supporters of the Old Freedom coalition have steadily been growing more confident in their defiance, riots becoming a fairly regular occurrence across the Three City's. Keen to suppress these embers before they burst into flames of revolution, members of the New Power coalition give speeches across the Republic. This seems to sate the more moderate complaints at least, leaving only the die-hard supported of the Old Freedom coalition to grumble.

30th of May

The combined forces of The Kingdom of Vendsyssel and The Kingdom of Ilastiri reach the walls of the city of Holbeck. The siege promises ot be bloody, the garrison of The Kingdom of Claidor controlling a formidable defensive position. But they are outnumbered, and the soldiers they face are veterans of sieges. The guns begin to roar.


William Fraser


Location: Port Annan -> Towards Annan
Skills: Seduction (Court), Perception



William watched Millicent as she spoke, a light smile dancing across his face. His gaze flicked across as Egerton spoke, and he turned fully to look out the carriage's narrow window as they neared the town. It appeared that he truly was along for the ride now, and he was loathe to abandon something that promised such adventure. Smiling slightly again, William turned back to look at Rutherford.

"So will we be continuing our journey by carriage after Kirkpatrick House?"

Rutherford glanced towards Egerton. "Of course, yet it will not be this low class assignment, but one more fitting of my station," Egerton butted in. Rutherford shrugged a bit as Egerton went on to how he would not be caught willingly in something as this again unless there was no other choice.

Deciding that he had perhaps exhausted his patience with Egerton, at least for now, William turned to look out of the carriage window, his eyes scanning the surroundings that they were moving past. Outside there was nothing of note for the musician, the town seemed like many other as the carriage went down the street. There really wasn't much anything of note for any of them though Egerton and Rutherford were not looking out the window. Both seemed to be fixed on each other. Millicent kept her eyes towards the window but if she spotted anything she said nothing. Remaining quiet as she touched her cheek gently and flinched a bit as her fingers pulled back in a hasty fashion.

William frowned as he watched the town rolling past. He'd hoped to see something at least, but for now, he turned his attention back inside the carriage. Rutherford and Egerton seemed wholly focusing on the other, but William's eye caught the movement from Millicent, and the flinch as her fingers brushed the bruise on her face, barely concealed by her makeup. William had glimpsed the bruising before, at the inn, but it still caused him to furrow his brow for a moment. His attention turned to the supposed source of her injuries. Rutherford himself.

His eyes flicked towards Rutherford's hands, and he could make out the rawness of his knuckles. A certain chill ran down his spine, and he was glad that he had his weapons close to hand. Unless he was a very talented actor, Egerton was no real threat, and he hoped that Millicent wouldn't side with her 'fiance', but Rutherford was clearly a dangerous man. Some dark feeling had been nagging William, buried in the pit of his stomach ever since he had first entered the man's company. He yearned to free himself from whatever malevolence beat inside the chest of Rutherford, but his what was left of his honour couldn't allow him to abandon Millicent to whatever fate seemed to await her, not without at least attempting to free her.

Outside of the carriage, things seemed to be calm. They had reached the other side of town though when the calmness was abruptly disturbed. A dark carriage, the Papal symbol emblazoned on it's side, raced past them on the road, heading south-east. The horses were being pushed to their limits, foaming at the mouth as they strained against their harnesses, the ground being torn up under their hooves, and beneath the wheels of the carriage.

William instinctively flinched back as the carriage tore past. Raising an eyebrow slightly, he glanced across at Rutherford and Egerton, keen to watch for any reaction from them. Seeing no flicker of interest from either of them, William shrugged. Settling back in his seat, content to allow the rest of the journey pass by in silence, William allowed his mind to wander.

Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
Skills: Perception
Hit Points: 6
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Holding out his hands, Cobalt smiled as he bowed his head slightly. He was glad to see that Chanteuse Amaranthine was no fragile flower, she had some bite at least.

"If only, Chanteuse."

Before he could say anymore, music sprung to life again, and Cobalt fell silent, allowing the complex and overlapping notes that the violin sung to dominate the room. Glancing around, Cobalt took his cue from the doctor, and settled down into one of the seats, albeit at the other table. Leaning back, he allowed the music to wash over him as he looked idly around the room.

His eyebrow raising beneath his mask as something caught his eye, he frowned slightly. Something to investigate further certainly. Cobalt hesitated. Ideally, he would explore the area of curiosity away from prying eyes, but perhaps this would be as good a time as any to potentially win over the trust, or at least the admiration, of his current companions. He resolved to wait till the end of the music at least.

On that note, Cobalt almost allowed himself to relax, leaning back in the chair and taking a deep breath. The music that Amaranthine played was more challenging than her first piece, and although it lacked some of the sweeping emotion of her first piece, the notes were clear, and exquisitely played. It was a certainly a talented musician that the doctor was doting over. As the thought of the doctor crossed his mind, Cobalt glanced across at the man, almost meeting his gaze. How interesting.




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