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Arthur paced alone as he waited, he knew it wouldn't be long before the others arrived, and yet the minutes still felt like sandpaper on his mind. In truth he was not worried about the outcome, it was more the audacity of this little stunt that these interlopers were pulling. Still, he had an operation to run and a response to formulate. However saying it like that simplified the matter to an almost absurd degree, something deep in Arthur’s gut told him that this annexation of the rose garden was merely the beginning of something bigger, a way to test the waters as it were. It was almost like watching someone set up a chessboard when you weren't looking.

But that is precisely why he had called the two assassins, he needed a way to probe back, and the two were more subtle than most. Arthur sighed to himself, a hollow sound from behind his mask as he looked over a map of the first sector, subtlety would be key here. And yet the sound of two voices filtered in from behind the door, causing Arthur to turn and stalk silently over to the door. ”ah idle small talk” he thought to himself, a grin forming. Waiting till there was a break in the conversation, the Doctor turned the handle on the door and let it slowly open as he turned and walked back to where the map sat on a table in the middle of the room.

The room was almost dominated by the map filled table, a couple chairs were dotted here and there and a small table with dark colored alcohol stood in a corner , the lighting was fairly decent and the air smelled of the myriad of flowers that not only populated the shop around the room, but also sat in vases in the room itself (A vase for each member of Belladonna’s namesake). Waiting only a short bit before speaking up, Arthur would fix his eyes on the door and the two assassins. “Come in. Come in.” his voice having an almost pleasant ring to it, as if the grin beneath the mask colored his speech “Make yourselves at home, grab a drink and a chair if you want. Oh but do close the door. We have some business to discuss.”

@Legion02@KiwiBaer
Arthur, Belladonna


Arthur let out a long sigh a he traced his eye across the page, his nose wrinkling as the smell from Percy's rather "unfortunate" habit. Folding the page the doctor tucked it into a pocket on his work jacket, patting it as he calmly reached out and took the purple flowers from the bouquet. Retrieving an empty pot from a dusty corner, Arthur filled it with some water before placing the flowers into it, and moving them to a spot beneath the window for sun. Humming an old song to himself he brushed his fingers along the bulbs till he found four of the largest of the bunch, taking them he made his way out of his office, quietly shutting the door behind him, turning the lock with a soft click.

Outside the garden was as populated as it normally was for a Monday, that is to say not much at all. Unless there was a school trip or collage project due soon, few would walk the poison gardens on the first of the workdays, leaving much of the gardeners to enjoy the day for themselves, taking their time with projects and even leaving early if it was slow enough. This might be why Arthur got so little attention as he casually sauntered to the gates of the garden. Nodding at at one of the others, Arthur pushed his way out, the Wrought iron gates creaking on the hinges as it opened and closed.

Still humming to himself Arthur made his way the few blocks towards the two story building that had become a staple of the first sectors community and life. A nice flower shop named Bellflowers.

Entering into the store Arthur took a small time to look over the display as he made his way up to the counter on the first floor. He approached the associate with a smile, giving a polite nod before speaking up. After a bit of idle chat the doctor placed a simple order of two bouquets, one of nightshade and one of sunflowers, both were simple but built around the center flowers, which were the selection of Monks Hood that Arthur had brought. With the names of the recipients and the destinations given for the order, Arthur thanked the clerk with a smile and move away, leaving her to her work.

Taking the stairs up to the second floor the doctor taced his way around the displays to a maintenance room, or at least what appeared to be one. Inside was the standard affair of janitor closets, brooms, mops, and a nondescript wooden box that was carefully stashed beneath a couple boxes of cleaning supplies, hidden in plain sight. It was this box that Arthur took and opened, revealing the meticulously folded outfit within, his bone white mask standing out against the darker colors as it sat on the top. With a wide grin Arthur quickly changed, donning the mask slowly, securing it to his head before patting his hat on. While it was probably not strictly necessary to wear the attire for the upcoming meeting, the Doctor didn't much care as he once more began to hum to himself as he left his work clothing behind in the box and moved to look at the flowers and wait for the two assassins to come to him.

At the same time the two bouquets were hurried out with an abnormal sense of urgency, to most they were harmless, if a bit odd at the choice of flowers, but to their intended recipients (one Annabelle and Douglas respectively) they meant only one thing. Aconitum wanted to speak with them.
@KiwiBaer I am ready whenever you are!
If they did as they were told, and did not compromise Belladonna. Arthur would have few problems
aaaaand done, I think. If there is anything that I messed up, or got wrong, please tell me!

For reference, I was thinking his garden is like the Alnwick Poison Garden. As such it would mainly be used for education purposes for the public, as well as looking pretty.
Definetly throwing my interest into this one. Probably going to go with Belladonna, might try for the leader if allowed, but have a few ideas kicking around nonetheless!
throwing my interest in as well!
Man I need to up my game lol
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