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Attire: No cloak
Time: 9:30 am -> 10:00 am
Location: His office -> The shooting range
Interaction(s): @mantou Wystan
Mention(s): @princess Anastasia, @Rodiak Zarai, @Potter Sadie
Wulfric had breakfast delivered to him right into his office, pot of coffee included. He ate quickly and perfunctorily with one hand, and leisurely perused the newspaper with the other. Despite his split attention, there were no stains or messes anywhere when he was done. He did take the time to enjoy his last cup of coffee (third today), sipping at it, and, for a freeing minute or three, thought about nothing in particular.

Then, he recalled the servant who’d brought him his meal. Haynes was a tad portly (but far less so than Edin), his black hair tied into a high ponytail, goatee neatly trimmed. “Did you enjoy your meal, Your Highness?” he queried while the prince set aside his napkins and stood up.

Wulfric tilted his head in consideration. The quantity had been sufficient, and there’d been nothing amiss about the food’s quality. After that swift assessment, he answered curtly, “Yes. Thank you.” He then moved from the seating area where he’d eaten to his study desk, so as to give the other man space to clean.

He engaged in busywork, reviewing some documents from the previous day. Peripherally, he noticed when Haynes paused to hover over Hendrix’s bouquet uncertainly, conspicuous as it was, lying near the table’s edge. Without lifting his gaze from the papers in front of him, Wulfric said, “Have that transferred to Curran.” The servant startled at being addressed unexpectedly, and responded with a prompt, “Yes, sir!”

Unperturbed, the prince continued, “He is to use it for my evening bath.” Light amusement laced his tone; not at the older man’s expense, but rather at the joke only he was privy to. Nevertheless, he got the impression that the retainer was embarrassed as he nodded contritely, and said, “As you command, Prince Wulfric.” Apparently torn between nerves and eagerness, he added, “I’ll attend to it! Right, ah,” he noticed he yet had a task to complete, “…after this.”

Wulfric made a sound of acknowledgment in the back of his throat, and followed with a neutral and offhanded, “Good.” There were no more words exchanged between them, and soon, Haynes departed. Not long afterwards, the prince was done with the paperwork as well. He stood and stretched.

Time to confront his sister.
***

However, Anastasia had already managed to free herself of her confinement. He did not truly resent her this, though it did delay his intentions of pressing her about Marek. Having surmised she and her group had gone to the shooting range, he elected to do the same. If for no other reason than to provide additional security.

It was a swift journey to the archery contest, as he and his guards had forgone a carriage in favour of each riding their own steed. In light of the time constrain, Wulfric remained dressed the same, though he’d left the cloak behind. His treasured sabre, however, was still in its rightful place at his hip.

Out of the six guards, two were left behind to watch the horses and the parking area in general. The other four followed him to the range, where Anastasia was immediately spotted. She sat near the top, in company of Zarai. Even Princess Sadie was present, with armed escorts of her own. Wulfric took a moment to quietly confer with his guards. Then, they dispersed. One guard was stationed at the bottom of each of the two staircases, one at the summit of the yet unguarded stairs, and one was to find a seat next to Anastasia. The two up top were both people whom he knew could be trusted to handle his sister.

Meanwhile, Wulfric ascended the staircase Wystan was guarding. Many in the crowd were still watching him, as they had since his arrival. But he ignored them; sooner or later, they would be return their attention to the announcer.

He stopped once at the watchdog’s side, standing next to him. He looked towards his sister, nodding at her and her company if they saw him, then let his gaze travel over the other attendees. Finally, he looked towards the front, taking in the people there, including the first competitors; Leo and Ezra. Only after all of this, did he greet the man besides him. “Morning, Wystan.” His gaze remained affixed forward, and his tone was fairly cool. Though he’d stationed himself so that the battlemaster was the one with the better view of the seated audience, Wulfric kept himself partially aware of them as well.
Jacqueline Leroux


Distantly, Jacqueline Gunther’s shriek of demise, and knew Silhouette had been successful. Hell yes! There was no time to celebrate however, because next thing she knew, her knee got shot through. The pain wiped her mind clean of everything but Pac, to whom she turned on with a frenzied focus. All else fell by the wayside; her whole reality was the pain pulsating in sync with her heartbeat, her rage-filled strikes falling upon the enemy.

That continued for what to her felt undeterminably long. In actuality, gravity was swift in asserting its influence. The car met the floor with tremendous force, and her body was flung aside, slamming into the car’s door as she landed across the seats. She lost consciousness for a few seconds without realizing it, and opened her eyes with a groan. Her leg was still shot, and her whole body had more aches than she could bear thinking about. She blinked blearily as she tried to get her bearings. Pac was…shielding herself?

She didn’t get a chance to do more than notice that fact. The very next thing, electricity coursed through her body. Her muscles locked in, nerves flaring and overwhelmed, and she couldn’t even scream properly. When it was over, Jacqueline was drenched in sweat, panting, teared up. And she was just so goddamn tired. She had to fight tooth and nail merely so she didn’t black out again.

Justin’s tentacles snapped one door right off its hinges, which was her cue to dash. Or, well, blink, considering she wasn’t about to physically move anywhere. Before she could, however, the unknown esper who’d attempted to ambush the vampire flew in. Twintails then tagged her with a melody, grabbed Pac, and got out before Jacqueline could even consider saying ‘thank you’.

Jacqueline found herself floating as well, which was surprisingly…not weird. Not questioning it, she directed herself out of the car, and away from the tentacles. Now, she wasn’t precisely on the verge of death (though it sure as hell felt like it), but there was still Justin, the Diver…Plenty of remaining hostiles to fight against. With one leg useless, she wouldn’t be able to do much in melee; a disadvantage she could do without. So, she quite quickly made the decision to use that Lifeblood Crystal right there and there, in midair.

While her backup did its work, she continued floating towards Silhouette’s last known location. It hadn’t entirely escaped her notice that Justin had gone there. She made sure to stick close to the ground, or to the cars. Once she was on the edge of the car pile, she saw the situation. The vampire was facing her coworker, and seemed to be open from behind. Jacqueline crouched down, readied a melody, and fired it off at his back.


28 | Female | Gemini Agents | Iron Dust
Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Breakthrough
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Zone (4), Pull (2), Restrain (4), Blink (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 750

[Silver Beam][Enhance][Damage X] = -168

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 260




Attire: Click here
Time: 9:30 am
Location: Danrose Entrance Hall -> His office
Interaction(s): @JJ Doe Hendrix
Mention(s): @Aerandir Verrick
When Count Hendrix provided him the answer, Wulfric did no more or less than tilt his chin down in acknowledgment, and make a mental note of the name. When the other man emphasized that his knowledge had been gained via rumours, the prince quirked an eyebrow at him. “So you have said.” Or, well, had implied, anyhow. Just as he hadn’t before, Wulfric still did not dismiss the possibility that coming to learn of the host hadn’t been quite as accidental as the count would lead him to believe.

Trust… Had Fritz pointed out the uncertainty of this information to make himself seem more trustworthy? To cover his own back? Due to the (shared) expectation that it was a matter of course to confirm such a thing? Either way, Wulfric merely replied with a placid, “I will.”

The sounds of quiet footsteps signaled someone else’s approach, and the prince briefly looked away. He did not know the man who greeted him as he passed by, but offered a polite nod in return. Yet another unknown, lingering in our castle as he pleases? Maybe it was an inescapable (if disagreeable) consequence of this summer event of theirs. Either way, he refocused his attention on the count.

At his next humble words, Wulfric chanced a stare deep into those unfathomable black eyes. Mysteries upon mysteries… Because there was true satisfaction in having one more piece with which to resolve the puzzling events of the party, it was all too easy to counter with a pleased smile. “Oh, it was concrete enough, and thank you for bringing this to me.”

He was half of a mind to take his leave, but was presented with the bouquet the count had been ‘hiding’ behind his back. He inspected it, bemused. Since this action was far more unexpected than not, he decided then and there it was most wise to treat this on the surface level of gift giving and receiving.

Wulfric lifted his gaze from the (visually unappealing, it had to be noted) collection of handpicked flowers and herbs. “Hmmm, I do not dislike them,” he replied, tone teasingly thoughtful. His preference did not necessarily matter when being gifted something, and the question was likely rhetorical, but why not make a bit of a show of letting himself be lured in?

He watched Fritz separate the bouquet into two, nodding alongside the explanation as if suddenly, entirely new beneficial aspects of these plants were revealed to him. Very multi-purpose. Not only its uses, but also the underlying intentions.

Compartmentalizing more strictly, he considered only how much more enjoyable the aroma might be, when drawn out by heated water. “Quite thoughtful,” he murmured, and accepted the gift as was proper.

The count then discerned his fatigue seemingly at a glance. He also provided some advice, maybe a warning as well. Shouldn’t make it too easy for you, should I? Wulfric smiled wryly. But what he said was, “I am aware.” His tone was largely neutral, bordering on cool, with a slight underlying resignation to it. Rest was in ever consistent demand, but the prospects of its future supply were perhaps a tad bleak.

Exchange done, they were both equally ready to leave. “Have a pleasant day, Count Hendrix,” the prince bid his farewell, and departed.
***

Back in his office, Wulfric took a seat on one of the couches, sinking into it. Some tension left his body, and he felt a wave of exhaustion pass over him. However, his mind was far too restless to consider even a short nap. Granted, he wouldn’t have regardless.

Clearly, what he needed just then was to order more coffee with his breakfast. His stomach concurred with the idea of food, now, but he pushed that aside as much as he had the tiredness. Had it really been twelve, thirteen hours already since he’d last eaten? No matter; he could hold off on his meal for a few more minutes.

Instead, he chose to attend to the most immediate concern. He closed his eyes, and – having carried them with him thus far – brought the flowers to his nose, inhaling.

“Floral baths.”

A low chuckle passed his lips. Know something of me, do you?

“Just for that…” he said under his breath, silently completing the sentence with, I am nearly tempted to excise you.

But the course of his thoughts belied that whimsical idea. He recollected all he could about their conversation, creating a mental portfolio of sorts as he did so.

Hendrix’s skills, tendencies, sphere of influence…speculations on his motives. For all of that, he hadn’t a clue about the man’s aims. Beyond the immediately obvious one of forming an association to him, and possibly to his mother, that was.

His plan of action was essentially to subtly probe into the count. However…With all his other matters to attend to, he was frankly limited in the resources he could spare a single individual. Thus, he did the mental equivalent of shelving his notes on Fritz. They’d be there, in the back of his mind, whenever he needed them. Ready to be acted upon when he had the opportunity to do so.

Wulfric opened his eyes and blanky stared at the bouquet. He tied the stalks into one simple knot, then somewhat carelessly, threw the bundle onto the nearby table. Oh, he’d use it, alright, but for now, it was time for breakfast.
Jacqueline Leroux


Jacqueline knew very well that Gunther would start moving the cars as soon as she jumped onto the first one. Even though she was expecting it, dealing with the sudden ascent was no easy task. She was barely able to lodge Havoc’s spike end into the car, and just clung to it. Once it more or less stabilized, she looked around. She was higher up, and Pac’s sports car was opposite her, where Pac had a very clear shot at her.

Heh. Think you’ve got me where you want, huh?

Of course, that was not incorrect. But while the poltergeist and the brainwashed esper thought she’d be easy pickings, she could take advantage.

Though first, she did have to do something about that whole hanging off the side of the car just by her Instrument’s handle. She tightened her grip, and wriggled her body left and right until she got some sideways motion going on, then swung over and on top of the car, dislodging Havoc from where it’d been stuck as she did so. She was breathing heavily, perspiring to the point that she could feel small rivulets of sweat running down her face and back. She was still exposed to Pac’s ranged weapon, Gunther could still move the car she was on to shake her off it…

But it was quick and simple to create the melody she had in mind. All she did was send a very small metallic sphere at Pac’s sport car, aiming at its hood. She could only hope it’d be unnoticed while she was crouched there, presenting an ever so appealing target.

If and once her melody landed on the sport’s car, Jacqueline would suddenly appear there. Wasting no time, she’d charge through the broken front window and at Pac. A knee to the face, more if she had to; once the opponent was dazed, Jacqueline would grapple her. If Gunther remained live long enough to try and crush them while they were in the car, she’d have to ensure to throw them both right out to avoid meeting a fate similar to Breacher’s. And if he died, well, they’d soon be falling down anyhow, car and all. Either way, she’d keep her hold on Pac tight, bracing for impact. If this stunt didn’t kill her outright, she might also have to use that crystal Lada had made her…


28 | Female | Gemini Agents | Iron Dust
Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Breakthrough
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Zone (4), Pull (2), Restrain (4), Blink (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 750

[Bronze Projectile][Blink] = -40

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 428




Attire: Click here
Time: 9:30 am
Location: Danrose Entrance Hall
Interaction(s): @JJ Doe Hendrix

Wulfric followed down the hall several paces behind his mother, who was just as disinclined to wait for him as he was to try and catch up. There was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary…until there abruptly was. The scent of the gardens was shortly followed by a shape appearing from the shadows as if it had simply been given form right there and then. The very moment these unusual events entered his awareness, the prince’s body reacted on reflex, turning towards the unknown, beginning to take on a stance more appropriate for facing a potential danger…

But it was just Count Hendrix.

Wulfric let himself ease into a more natural position, the familiarity of the man and the sudden departure of his initial tension enabling him to return the pleasantries as if nothing had been amiss. “Count Hendrix, how unexpected,” the tone was all pleased surprise as he offered a polite smile to Fritz. But he couldn’t help his curiosity, and allowed his words to subtly prod at the strangeness of the count’s uninvited presence.

He merely watched as the other man approached, listening to what he had to say. Ah. Your mistake, Wulfric thought, was assuming I enjoy flattery. The appeal to his pride was all too clear. Nonetheless, he added some appreciation to his smile. If anything was masterful, it was Hendrix’s performance. Quite reminiscent of Count Damien, actually.

“…its future even brighter…” Fritz was finishing his speech. Wulfric nodded graciously once it came to an end. “Indeed,” he replied, twisting the distant admiration at the count’s skillfulness into something approaching satisfied appeasement. Privately, he questioned just how much Hendrix had gathered from the meetings (one public, one private) he must have witnessed. Enough to tailor that particular compliment, certainly, but aside from that? A dotted outline, or the full picture? And what else…?

Despite his suspicions, Wulfric was genuinely intrigued by the offer – which he was sure the count knew – and did the expected thing when Hendrix leaned closer; reciprocated with anticipation. Overall, Fritz's words had the feeling of being a construct of unrelated truths. It was somewhat…concerning that someone had such information so handily. Admittedly, also impressive.

The prince straightened back up, raising his brows at the mention of a ‘respectable man’. There is such a thing as too convenient, you know. But he did want what was being presented, perhaps with some imprudent impatience on his part.

“There is no need for you to apologize, count, as you couldn’t possibly have known.” That was true; unlike himself, the count had no reason to suspect his siblings’ involvement last night. Though this was also much beside the point. “But truly, your resourcefulness does you credit. You clearly have me at a disadvantage, for I do not know whom you are referring to.” Wulfric watched Fritz curiously, letting him do with the implied request to reveal this man’s name as he would.
Wulfric, Callum & Alibeth
Time: 9:30 am
Location: Danrose Entrance Hall


People began leaving the hall one by one, and after their parents had their say, Wulfric was approached by Callum. That, in and of itself, was surprising. Even more so was the…proposition. He cocked his head to the side, listening to his youngest brother. “Reasonable, hm?” he pondered neutrally. To the side, he saw that Alibeth had chosen to remain behind, waiting for her two sons.

Stepping closer to his younger brother, he spoke quietly. “If you are to be making an agreement with me,” his words were measured, methodical, “you should know what, precisely, matters to me.” A brief pause as he regarded Callum.

“Naturally, I wouldn’t want you to cause further incidents, and would appreciate the kind of cooperation you are offering.” Yet, one did not simply accept any one deal as it was without further clarification, nor without attempts at altering or adding terms. “However, the most critical issue at this moment – and for the foreseeable future – is resolving this whole,” he gestured with a hand at the now near-empty hall, situation.”

His cold blue eyes bore into Callum, but his expression was neutral, bordering on pleasantly polite. “So, before I agree, there is something I wish to confirm with you. Please, tell me frankly, can you not give a name because you do not know it? Or is there another reason?”

Callum paused only to listen as Edin spoke, followed by his mother, as the pair stopped pretending to human long enough for him to see them both, clearly, for the monsters they were. Casually agreeing to put a man to death before, ultimately, leaving the final say in Wulfric’s hands. An agreement with Wulfric was his only option if he wanted to see Darryn leave this situation alive and Ana had already freely admitted to being friends with the party’s host. There was no reason to hide that Callum knew him as well and lying to Wulfric was always a gamble, no reason to risk it. “I cannot and will not give you a name because I won’t condemn someone to suffer or die for a party. Ana was not lying when she said we’ve been to these before, everything has always been fine, the host is not a threat.” Callum answered honestly being careful to give nothing away about the host’s identity and then waited for Wulfric to list his terms.

It took an effort of will for Wulfric to hold back the frustration that sought to arise in him. How could his brother still–?! By his side, his palm clenched into a fist, and he briefly closed his eyes, breathing through the urge to try and shake some sense into Callum.

Because his brother was being both honest and reasonable, and had requested for an alliance, Wulfric supposed he should at the very least gain a better understanding of his perspective. If nothing else, that should aid in persuading him…Callum had made it more than plain that he valued the life and wellbeing of those he considered innocent. So, the key issue here was that of trust; he still thought of this host as someone who’d done no wrong.

Wulfric nodded to himself more so than to his younger brother, his features now tight with a tension that hadn’t been apparent before. “Then, as part of our cooperation, I ask that after I secure Darryn’s safety, we discuss the claims you’ve presented me. I will listen and consider your reasoning, and would like you to do the same for mine. If after that, you persist in maintaining your silence…” his frown deepened, “I will instead require that you do not impede the investigative efforts. Essentially, if you decide not to work with us, then keep your confidence, but do not work against us. Is this an acceptable addition?”

Callum listened, doing his best to keep his expression as neutral as he could, and once Wulfric had laid out his terms, he stayed quiet for a moment as if thinking it over. He didn’t need to give away how easily he was going to agree with this but he was hardly worried about them investigating the party's host. Marek was not helpless, he had the means and plenty of precautions to protect himself but Cal didn’t want to make it too easy for Wulfric to infer that.

“Keep your investigation fair and just and I see no reason why it would need my interference. Your terms are fair.” He offered but even that still felt too easy. Shouldn’t making a deal with Wulfric feel more like entering a pact with the devil? His brother was being surprisingly reasonable. Edin or even his mother would’ve likely come up with a list of egregious terms to make such a bargain even seem worth their time. He looked back at Darryn, thankful that Ana was able to show him someone here cared before she was dragged off. Did Wulfric really see his life as disposable or was he looking for an excuse to show mercy?

“It really should not have your interference either way,” Wulfric drawled, “and I see you are resistant to the idea of allowing attempts at convincing you to give up the name. But I suppose we must begin somewhere…” he trailed off, thinking that perhaps, with an easy beginning, Callum might be lured into gradually permitting for more influence to be exerted upon him on a long-term basis. If only they did not clash too soon.

“Would you really have been okay with condemning Darryn to die? For following his orders, as directed by a princess, and simply driving a carriage. Is that who you are now?” He asked, before turning his eyes back to his brother, hoping that no matter what Wulfric said next he didn’t see the same kind of monster he saw in his parents.

His older brother quirked an eyebrow up at him, but otherwise, there wasn’t much to discern. “Since answering that will require some elaboration on my part, let’s add it to the list of things for us to discuss. For now…we must convince mother; I expect she may have a demand or two of her own to add.”

“Fine, I’ll listen to everything you and mother have to say, I’ll stay out of your investigation and nothing more happens to Darryn.” Callum said before looking away from Wulfric. His brother remained as unreadable as always. Cal couldn’t help but wonder if there was any humanity left to see. He certainly didn’t expect to find any in his mother, not after what he’d seen today. He sighed, he’d been hoping this deal was going to be just between him and Wulfric.

With a firm nod, Wulfric turned on his heel, and approached Alibeth, expecting Callum to follow. “Mother,” he greeted her quietly, but intently. “Callum expressed that in exchange for Fletcher’s safety, he is willing to put forward the effort into making this summer go as smoothly as possible. So, he will act with the forethought and poise expected of his position,” he summarized briefly. “I find this a worthwhile bargain.”

Alibeth had given her sons their space to converse and patiently waited until Wulfric rejoined her. His proposal was a temptation, but not without issue. “I see…” She mused quietly as she took a moment to think things through. “Do understand, it is not my goal to kill Darryn Fletcher or anyone for that matter without good reason… I simply have no means to prove he has no tie to what happened and I am not one to risk matters.” She adjusted her gaze to Callum. Speaking to him and Anastasia was always much more difficult for her than the other two. It required her to choose her words much more carefully. “You and Anastasia returned in a dire state last night. She vomited blood. Neither of you could barely move nor remain conscious for long…Yet here you are in good health and though I am relieved for it…” She gave him a small smile as she said the last statement. Alibeth had not been able to enjoy, until now, the fact her children were alright this morning. The stark contrast did, however, concern her.

“Darryn knows very well not to drive a carriage filled with the Alidasht royals to a warehouse late at night. His actions have directly led to endangerment of your lives and the lives of others. There has to be a consequence…” Her expression softened only a little as she recalled Anastasia’s words as well. “...I can see how much this upsets you and Anastasia, so maybe we can decide on a less grim punishment.” Her gaze drifted up over to where Darryn was being held. The guards were still gripping his arms and holding him in place until she gave them orders.

Callum followed behind Wulfric, letting his brother do the talking, and purposefully not even looking towards his mother as she spoke. He focused on staring at a spot in the wall, his jaw clenched tight, every bit of will focused on not rolling his eyes and keeping his mouth shut. When she brought up Ana coughing up blood, he could’ve laughed in her face, instead, he snorted slightly, keeping his teeth ground together. And when was the last time you gave a shit about Ana? he thought, but now was not the time to pick a fight with his mother, he had to keep his focus on Darryn. He took a breath, a moment to bury down all the venom he held towards her before he spoke up. A less grim punishment was not good enough, that still left them free to toss Darryn in a dungeon cell to rot.

“You’ve already had Darryn beaten, is that not a punishment?” he asked. “My offer was for not just his life, but his safety, let him go and I will cooperate with all your plans for this summer. No more incidents and all I’m asking is that you stop using this man as a whipping boy for your own children.” He still kept his eyes away from his mother, he might be able to hide the hate from his tone but he doubted he could keep his expression as unreadable as his brother could.

Peripherally, Wulfric could see the stubborn set to Callum’s jaw, and the sketch of a resentful scowl on his face. While his brother was preoccupied with himself, he sent a ‘what can you do’ look to his mother. That he was somewhat exasperated on account of their overly idealistic relation was apparent only from the subtle pull of his lips, and the minute shifting of his cheek muscles. However, he did have to support Callum here, because it was clear his brother would not yield on this one thing.

“...My line of thinking was that Fletcher was likely led astray due to being charmed by Anastasia. You know how she is,” he said a bit dismissively as he glanced at the stableboy. Turning back to the queen, he continued, “I imagine he’ll be relieved enough to be spared that he’ll refrain from any further, how did you put it, irregular behavior. He can be placed on probation, and if there’s reason for concern afterwards, we might as well fire him.”

Alibeth’s expression was unreadable as she weighed out her options mentally. “…I suppose this all does come back to the same issue.” She emitted a sigh as her gaze moved to the guards who held Darryn. “Let him go…Don’t screw up again, Darryn.” In a swift movement, the young man was dropped to the floor where he leaned on his palms and groaned. Alibeth waved her hand as if to shop him off.

Darryn did indeed catch sight of it and wasted no time with the opportunity to get out of there. Alibeth was silent until he had left. She turned back to her boys and whirled on Wulfric with a slight fire in her gaze, “As future king, know each action tends to come with its regrets no matter which decision you make. I hope yours are surmountable.” This warning, which had the sting of an accusation, prodded at an old pain, because Wulfric did know what it was like to have regrets of that nature. Lips thinning, he let the flare of unexpected hurt go through and past him, but did not otherwise acknowledge her comment.

Alibeth then began to make her way up the stairs but gave a final word before her departure, “Do recall, boys, you will be meeting with the kingdom’s noble women later this morning. Prepare accordingly.”

Callum tried, and failed, to hide his surprise at Wulfric’s response but his wide eyes had quickly moved from their fixed spot at the wall and towards his brother as he spoke. There was an imminent sense of relief as Darryn’s fate was finally settled on, and he breathed his first relaxed breath since the stable boy had been dragged into the entrance hall. For the first time in a long time, Wulfric had supported him when it really mattered to Callum. He still didn’t know if his brother cared at all about Darryn’s fate or if he just wanted Callum kept in line but the uncertainty almost didn’t even matter. Wulfric had kept his word, he’d backed Callum even against their mother, and that, Callum hadn’t expected. He didn’t say anything else to his mother, not even a single glance towards her, only a nod to show he heard and understood her words before she finally left the hall. He then relaxed further and gave a respectful nod at Wulfric.

“Thank you, for having my back,” Cal said. “I guess I’ll go make myself presentable and ready to entertain the kingdom’s bored noblewomen. Here’s hoping that it’s less awkward than the perfectly random ball dances the old man’s so fond of,” he added, extending a faint, playful smile towards his brother.

Having regained his bearings from mother imparting that little nugget of wisdom (that had no right feeling as personally relevant as it had), Wulfric faced his brother. “As agreed upon,” he confirmed, implicitly accepting the gratitude. Callum’s amiability was a pleasant surprise, though he couldn’t help but wonder how long it would last.

Nonetheless, he took the small victory for what it was. Reciprocating his brother’s smile with a tiny smirk, he retorted, “It is a ploy for publicity like any other.” Moving past Callum to depart, he offered his brother one last glance as he spoke, “Try to find whatever joy you can in it,” he laid a palm on Callum’s shoulder before continuing to head out, voice still ringing clearly behind him, “else you risk terminal boredom yourself - or worse, misery.”
Jacqueline Leroux

Interaction: Samuel @FamishedPants



Jacqueline took cover under Breacher’s construction alongside Silhouette. Gunther showed up briefly, but there wasn’t much she could do to take the opportunity of him being exposed. There were too many obstacles in the way, there wasn’t enough time, and…

She could only watch on helplessly as Breacher was targeted, and crushed between two floating cars. Su! she called, body tensing to move. But it was too late. Her coworker…her friend…dead. Just when I start to care…

Of course, the fucking vampire was gloating. But he’d get what’s coming for him – first up was the goddamn ghost, though.

When Pac-a-Fist summoned a construct behind her and Silhouette, she just scoffed. It took but a moment to target it with a melody. If that didn’t work – well, she did still have that Molotov she could throw at it and watch it burn. Whichever way, once the summon was taken care of, she thought about how to get at the ghost.

Since the damn poltergeist was back to being in hiding, it’d be best to sneak to it, and ambush it. Which wasn’t really her thing. But it was Silhoutte’s. “Hey,” she said to him quietly but intently. “Look, I’ll go do what I’m good at – a loud frontal charge. You go the other way around, get behind that fucking ghost, and kill it. Good?”

She didn’t wait long for a reply. She ran back out of the cover, past where Su had been killed. With the aid of her esper form’s excellent fitness, and using Havoc where she had to, she began to clim up the ‘robot’ shaped pile of cars. She'd get to Pac upfront, and make herself impossible to ignore while at it.



28 | Female | Gemini Agents | Iron Dust
Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Breakthrough
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Zone (4), Pull (2), Restrain (4), Blink (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 750

[Silver Beam][Enhance][Dispel] = -168

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 468




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Time: 9 am
Location: Danrose Entrance Hall
Interaction(s): @13org Mayet, @princess Edin, Alibeth & the Sultan
Mention(s): @Helo Callum/Leo, @samreaper Kazumin, @Lava Alckon Farim, @Rodiak Zarai, @princess Anastasia

Wulfric wasn't surprised Mayet was the first to speak up, nor was her fierce anger unexpected. Her approach to the Lorenzo issue had been similar, though she was now even more incensed.

“…an attempt to poison or intoxicate us…” Wulfric tilted his head in interest at that. Mayet was not told the doctors’ supposition that Anastasia might have been poisoned, so she must have drawn the conclusion herself. Callum assumed he might have given everyone opium. Mayet assumes they were slipped something…But no one knows anything.

He agreed with the shehzadi’s statement that these incidents were unlikely to be a coincidence. “It does seem like someone might be trying to subvert the relations between our kingdoms,” the prince commented.

Mayet was clearly displeased to be questioned, glaring at him, but Wulfric met her gaze calmly, slowly raising an eyebrow up at her. You may not like it, but this is all in aid of finding the quarry we both seek. Then she stated her desire to personally interrogate the criminal, saying that “their blood would already be on my blade” if she had it her way. He nodded once in acknowledgement and appreciation. You and me both.

The next one to speak was Callum. Wulfric caught his gaze, and knew exactly what his brother was about to do. He sighed near silently, resigned to it. He listened as Callum built off of Mayet’s comment to protect Darryn, and how he tailored his story in such a way that only he was implicated. Oh, but you can lie. Though largely unhappy with him, there was also the smallest measure of pride for his youngest brother, because Callum wasn’t half-bad at this when he put his mind to it. However… Wulfric glanced at the Sultan, who was unconvinced with the presented story, and extremely unimpressed with the proceedings in general. Quite discerning.

Father didn’t notice, of course, and happily denigrated Callum, pushing the blame onto him. Which you anticipated and made use of, little brother. Edin had no idea, but contrary to his opinion, Callum was intelligent.

One by one, the other noble children spoke up. Leo implicated Kazumin Nagasa, and though Wulfric doubted that man would have any further relevant information, he made a mental note to pursue the matter at a later point. Much more interesting was the Smithwood heir’s last statement. “And everything after entering the warehouse remains a blur.” That all their memories were so thoroughly affected…It was disconcerting, to say the least.

The Vizier’s son, Farim, introduced himself, attempting to placate both sides. However, the blunt attempt of manipulating the sultan via his deceased wife was in poor taste. About as subtle as a sledgehammer.

Zarai and her mother spoke, and it was apparent to Wulfric that his…friend…resented every second of the situation. It came as no surprise that she also tried to spare Darryn. But, really, ‘help in any way possible’? He didn’t know what she thought she had to offer. Yet his father was pleased. Now that, that was just too good, and Wulfric decided then and there that he would absolutely tease Zarai about it (if when things weren’t so tense).

Unfortunately, things went from bad to worse when Anastasia spoke up. Not only did she take her share of the blame needlessly, she rebelliously dismissed the severity of the situation. “they chose to come…no right to cage us…we have a right to…can’t tell us what to do…” Wulfric felt his expression harden as he looked at his sister stonily. Despite his anger, there was also genuine sorrow underneath it all when Anastasia called for an investigation. Because she did still mistakenly believe the host to be innocent. Because a ‘friend’ had deceived her. And because…You do not know what you are asking for, Anastasia.

Edin had her swiftly escorted out after making apologies for her, while Alibeth took it upon herself to try and conclude the meeting. Wulfric caught her glance, and subtly inclined his head in agreement. There was little point in prolonging this. “It has become clear that no one here remembers what happened at the party,” he said as he turned to their guests.

“Rather than question those who do not know, I suggest we conclude this meeting so we may launch an investigation after a short break.” He briefly looked at his father to assess his reaction. “Thankfully, we have a few leads to begin with, including Fletcher and my siblings.” Farim’s words had prompted Wulfric to think that the stableboy might have seen something of significance from outside the warehouse. While Darryn having something of note to relate was a distant possibility, he did prefer to cover all his bases.

Finally, he turned to regard the sultan seriously. “Please rest assured that we will obtain the information, Your Majesty.”
Jacqueline Leroux

Frogs already? The critters would go ignored, however, as Gunther assembled a bunch of cars into a heap; some sort of makeshift fortress, it looked like. You...you are an annoyance. Pac-a-Fist took potshots at them with her laser-gun, which she evaded as she best could. Jacqueline was quickly losing patience, however. She formed a melody on the tip of her finger, and aimed. “TAKE COVER!” she shouted at her allies, echoing Breacher’s urging for them to move. She had no idea if her attack would have devastating effects for her enemies, allies, or both. Or maybe Gunther would prove powerful enough to keep control of the cars even as they got shaken up. She was betting not though, because the coward was hiding. For all that he scorned the living, he was very much attached to his own un-life. Her beam fired, and connected to the sports car on top of the poltergeist's construction. Then, Jacqueline took her own advice, and dashed away.



28 | Female | Gemini Agents | Iron Dust
Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Breakthrough
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Zone (4), Pull (2), Restrain (4), Blink (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 750

[Silver Beam][Powerful][Quake] = -42 mana

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 636
Jacqueline Leroux

Jacqueline just glared at Justin in disgust, all the more determined to kick in his teeth. That oozing villainous self-satisfaction…It was beyond grating. Just as she shifted to move and take advantage of that stranger’s ambush on Justin, the pesky Gunther intervened. Then, as if to stack the odds against them, the Diver appeared. She couldn’t immediately see what it looked like; just that it was fucking huge. Of course, it had appeared at the worst possible moment.

“Damn it,” she growled, as everything and everyone moved at once. She held her ground against the raging winds which had been produced by the sheer mass and speed of the Holy Diver’s advance. But for now, it was out of their reach.

All the more opportunity for them to deal with Justin first. The poltergeist conveniently brought all their enemies over via a possessed flying car. Jacqueline ducked Betty’s swing, then let her and Fable get tangled up. It was for the best if those two resolved whatever it was between them on their own.

She held Havoc in front of her, and channeled a melody into it. She moved straight in the way of Pac’s pacman shaped projectile, ready to cut it down. Provided that succeeded without issue, she’d go assist Breacher against Gunther and Pac-a-Fist.



28 | Female | Gemini Agents | Iron Dust
Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Breakthrough
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Zone (4), Pull (2), Restrain (4), Blink (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 750

[Silver Touch][Dispel] = -72 mana

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 678
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