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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 29, 2014 5:02:26 GMT
OPEN TO RAVA, IKUZE, DANNY, FAOLAN, ET ALL All day long, the BoR's had been busily running all over the city tearing down and shredding the Baron's reward posters. Caitlin was waiting for Ikuze inside Rava's clocktower in Central Square. The Ca'allan's haunt here turned out to be a rather useful rendezvous point after all. Of the whole guild, only a few were invited to this evenings activity. Most of them were sneaky sticky-finger types, and less the boistrous sword swinging sort that she usually counted herself among.
When they had all their players, they would set out after dusk for Marquel's estate and sneak onto the grounds for a look-see at what had driven him to such extremes, and to offer such a high stakes reward for her return. Caitlin stared out the window at the fading sun, wondering how much longer till they were ready to make their move.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Jan 29, 2014 5:22:54 GMT
Danny struggled inside his little bag, pushing and twisting this way and that to try and get out. "Quit'cha squirmin'... or do yeh wanna get'cha teefs knocked in?" And there it was. The dangerous and detestable Antonio Bosquell seemed to be after something, and needed Danny for it. Danny felt the giant carrying him come to a stop, and heard a muffled voice somewhere nearby. "Yessir... yessir. Yeh lordship's too kind." Danny felt himself moving around as Bosk did his little dance for whoever was talking to him... somebody important by the sounds of it.
"Right! Right! Yeh'll wanna see 'er, a'course..." Danny was gingergly placed on the ground and the tie holding the burlap sack closed was removed. Danny quickly stood up, popping out of the bag like a rabbit out of a magician's hat. "Oy! Bo-" Danny's words were cut short as he looked around the room. It was... magnificent. First and foremost, the sheer extravagance of the room was breathtaking for a street rat. Nevermind all the books! The chandelier from the roof glinted as it caught its own light, and even the air felt expensive. Danny's quick little turn to examine the room brought an older looking gentleman into his view. Danny's eyes widened as he finally recognized the man. He'd never seen him in person, but everyone knew who the baron was. Danny started glancing around the room, looking for anything that would be more comfortable to look at. No... no... no... fancy... no... it was all too opulent! As a last resort, Danny grabbed his scarf and buried his face into it.
Bosk rubbed his hands together nervously. "So... ah... I'm gettin' a reward fer this, right? Gotsa family I needs ta feed and all." He glanced around, obviously as uncomfortable surrounded by all this luxury as Danny himself was.
(Ohhh~ this look good , am joining this one ouo , another adventure ) Dropping in from the roof entrance. Into her home after a long day testing out her repaired item she got from the inventor back in ca a'lla as well as stealing a good few coins as well as a few other things, she arrived to find Caitlin looking out the window of the clock tower " hay , didn't expect to see you here " she said as she went over to the table to unload the coin bags and wallets she had gotten that day as she took off her armour. "What's happening? Am guessing your here in need of my help or hiding from nasty men?" she said jokingly as she sat down on on her bed now which is on a big gear that she could not move when tiding up the place.
Ikuze climbed into the clocktower and muttered to herself as she climbed up the stairs. Really wish machines didn't kick the bucket around us. Really want to figure out why that is... Caitlin probably knows... she thought to herself as she finally reached the top. "Alright... first... we need some damned quicker way of getting up here..." said Ikuze as she looked to the two that were here already. "Second... all the posters are down... least the ones we could find that weren't already in pockets..." the thief said before frowning slightly. "May want to move though and quick... no idea about your papa boss, but if I was him and getting dumped every blonde girl in the City in his office... Saw someone with a struggling sack earlier, didn't get a good look though to tell. Too many EIRAL's running around at the minute."
the Baron Marquel studied the pair in his study and lifted a brow in practiced calm when the man asked about the reward.
"There would be a reward, had I asked for a teenage daughter brought home rather than a young lady, or an effeminate son who hasn't come into his voice or girth yet. Don't worry lad," He turned to Danny, "You will, we all do, and then blockheads like these will cease hoaxing you for your size and sound."
He took off his spectacles and cleaned them on his vest for the hundredth time. Three young women ago he had sent Judd his butler to retrieve the commander after finally conceding that this had gotten out of hand. Each time he had to force the 'good Samaritans' off his property before releasing the girls a little while later for their own protection. His maid was keeping a running pot of tea ready for more. He had to admit though, this was the first skinny lad with the right hair and eye color someone had tried to pass off as his daughter.
On cue, Maria brought in a tray with tea and biscuits and sat them in front of the victim. She bowed to the Baron on her way out and he gestured with his hand toward Danny, telling him to try the refreshments.
Faolan sat in the small stateroom onboard his private airship as it hovered over the Baron's estate. Well, to say it was his airship would imply that he was quite wealthier than he was. It was an asset of the military, but as High Commander of said institution he could drat well do what he wished with military assets, so he had chosen to take up the Einsweiler, a small ship with a crew of of only a dozen men, of which he was operating at half capacity. For now he only needed to hover over the estate, not go into combat. So it was only him and five of his men.
The stateroom itself was sparsely equipped, with a pale green carpeted floor and wooden paneling on the walls. A picture of the Queen adorned the wall just behind the oaken desk where he now sat, and a small twin bed with hempen sheets was only a few steps away, complete with its own wash room where he could literally do all three things without having to take a step. It suited his needs. After all, he had never been an opulat man.
He let out a breath as he looked down at the flyer in his hands again, and the picture of Caitlin Cockfoster. It was one of the last remaining. He'd sent his men out to take down as many as they could find. The strange thing was, most of them had already been taken down, and once, his men had run into a small boy they could only describe as 'thief-like' pulling a few off the walls. There was a connection, Faolan was sure of it, but what was the connection. What did the thieves guild have to do with the Barron's daughter? Was it some ploy so they could keep the bounty all to themselves, or was there more to it? Why had the girl disappeared to begin with? And why the hell did he keep staring at her picture?
Grinding his teeth, he crumpled the thing up and tossed it into the trash bin so there would be no more temptation to waste more time with it. His job was to find the girl before someone got hurt. That was it. Knowing he would find no more answers sitting there, he stood from his high backed chair and walked out onto the deck. One of his men was tightening one of the lines and nodded to his commander, considering his hands were full. Skye just nodded back and walked to the front of the ship, looking down over the city. Down there among the glittering lights was the prize sought by many, and the answer to his questions.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been watching when one of the EIRALS message drones landed next to him and squawked. It was a simple clockwork raven, capable of short-range flight. its metallic surface painted black like its namesake. He held out his hand and let it hop onto his palm before he opened the message compartment and pulled out the small sheet. He read it slowly before placing the bird back on the railing. It seemed his words to the Barron had become Prophecy, and now the man wished to speak to him. Well, that was what he'd been hovering up here waiting for, at any rate. Time to go see what the man might reveal next.
Last Edit: Jan 30, 2014 6:48:58 GMT by Faolan Skye
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 30, 2014 16:32:30 GMT
"Alright, sounds like we're missing out on quite the show," Caitlin said in response to Ikuze report. She looked around the cramped but tidy space and counted heads. "Since we're all here now I suggest we get a move on. The sun is setting so by the time we get across the square it will be dark enough for us to climb over the gates and crowd into the sunroom. I know a way in through the service quarters that we can take, but first I want to see if there is anyone else stalking the property. Maybe the old man is under duress and someone put him up to this charade. We can't rule that out until we look for anyone strong arming him or maybe barricading him in." She would rather believe he had just lost his patience with her and was resorting to tasteless tactics than to think anyone was taking advantage of him. He wouldn't know how to play dirty if he was dunked in mud and oil and handed a polo stick.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Jan 30, 2014 19:44:09 GMT
Danny peered out over the top of his scarf suspiciously. "Yer Baronshipness, why're ya gettin' guys like Bosk comin' in 'ere. I mean, yer way more impor'ant than any'a us down there are ever gonna be." Danny sidled away from Bosk, who was bobbing comically in his atempts to bow.
"As ya say, as ya say. I wasn' finkin'... Be goin' now." Bosk bowed on his way out of the room.
"Yer Baron-ness, ya migh' wanna countcher stuff after Bosk leaves..." Danny fidgeted in place for a moment as his eyes darted from the maid, the baron, and the tray of refreshments. "Thankya yer generosity yer Lord Baronship." Danny took a step forward and gingerly took one biscuit, before retreating back to where he had been standing. He pocketed the biscuit for later, and pulled his scarf higher up.
"wait , what happening? " Rava was confused of what was going on , she only guessed that something big was happening as he put her armor back on "well there goes my evening counting money and a nice shower " she got up as soon as her leather armor was back on "pardon to ask but if this is something like super big could at lest explain what you want me to do since i really don't like moments when people make plans and no one fills in on the help side of the plan where think that they may do the right thing" Remembering some of her past of when she was hired by employer who tricked her to being bait for a local gang mob that mistook her for a barmaid. " at lest don't tell me that someone will be swooping down on us "
Ikuze looked at Rava. "Here's the gist. Caitlin's papa's been putting up posters with big money numbers on them to get her to come home. Apparently, that ain't like him. So, we've gotten rid of all the posters and are now gonna do a little stake-out and sneak in so we can find out what's going on." explained the thief. "Oh, and we're not to steal from him either whilst we're there." she said before looking at Caitlin. "Lead the way boss."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Feb 1, 2014 0:22:29 GMT
"Exactly," Caitlin nodded to Ikuze summary as she began the climb out of the clock tower. The streets were empty except for a few moments here and there down dark alleys that she would only catch with her peripheral vision. The night had turned chilly as the sun went down so she set them off at a brisk pace to try and keep warm. Plus the less time it took them to travel, the fewer the chances of someone crossing their path would be, statistically speaking. At the wrought iron gate at the back of her fathers estate she waved everyone forward and urged them wordlessly to start the climb. Caitlin thought about double-jumping but resisted taking the easy way out. Not everyone already knew which way her blood leaned and she didn't feel like setting any theories to rest unless absolutely necessary. That, and if her fathers gamekeeper was still on the grounds, she couldn't afford to be caught using magic - not on her fathers property where she needed everyone to believe she was still human.
"Quickly and quietly," She whispered to her team as she jumped down on the other side of the property line and ran a few feet to flatten her back against the gardeners shed.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Rava followed Caitlin over the fence , she climbed over super fast due to both her natural experience , looking up she seen the airship above the Barons home , she really felt that could be a "men swooping down on them at any moment " feeling as she tried to make her Boss take note "hay Caitlin , i dont like the look of that airship up there. i think i should take a higher path , that way if i get seen ill lead them on a goose chase away from you 2, given you girls time or i may find a way in that from up there and try and meet you in the house?" suggesting from her own experience of taking a sizable house like this back in her bandit days when she was still doing mission with a team of 5. still she was very unsure and at lest wanted to make sure it was safe for her 2 friends " its your call if you need me stay with you 2 or to go above."
The baron gave a heavy, tired sigh and did as the boy suggested, checking all the valuable ornaments that he had out on display around the room. Something was missing from off the top of the piano by the window but he couldn't be sure if it was Bosk who'd just now taken it, or any number of the visitors before. Too bad, that metronome had belonged to his mother. The piano too, which is why he kept it in his office rather than the receiving room where it aught to be. He never could stand to have anyone touch his mother's things, especially when they were having a get together and mere acquaintances liked to run their fingers across anything of worth.
"I'm sorry you have been brought into this, young..." he waited for the kid to supply his name. "Danny. It is an unfortunate circumstance that I mean to quail as soon as I get my daughter back. The head of the EIRALs is on his way to help me do just that." Or at least he hoped the man was. He had sent out the summons some time ago. What was taking so long?
He was exhausted from the constant anxiety of his wife's fading, and the circus of these thugs bringing in subject after subject hoping to replace rather than find the real baroness. Taking a seat in a small wingback chair angled 45 degrees from the settee Danny had refused to sit in. "Please, take a seat, and have a cup of tea with me." The baron requested of his study guest as he reached for a cup of his own. He could use it, to help him calm his nerves.
Skye let go of the ladder as soon as the airship was low enough to allow him to safely disembark and dropped only a few feet to the front walk of the Barron's estate. The transition didn't phase him a bit. He'd been through much worse during the war, where, upon more than one occasion, he'd had to get off an Airship fast. Disembarking in peace time was certainly a lot less interesting, still, his crew executed a high speed maneuver to get the ship back up as soon as he was clear. It spoke well to their training.
He'd chosen to change, as well, before coming down. He now wore the less stylish, but more functional, combat fatigues. A light blue fabric with green undertones that hugged his body just enough to offer optimal maneuverability. If he had to defend himself, the fatigues were much more suited to combat than the heavy wool of his dress uniform. Even so, the uniform still bore the symbol of his rank, though now it was black instead of the bright gold from his dress greens.
He checked the placement of his sword and gun before strolling up to the door and hitting the bell. The Barron must have been expecting him, because the same man who had escorted him before appeared and ushered him inside. When he entered the study, he gave a brief nod to the Barron, before his eyes locked on Danny. "So they've started kidnapping young boys now as well." he shook his head. It was as close to an, I told you so, that he has going to give, considering the company. He also opted to keep the fact that he'd met this boy before to himself.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Feb 1, 2014 20:49:40 GMT
Caitlin followed Rava's gaze up as a silhouette did disembark from the sky ship before it hastily rose back into the sky far above. Her eyes narrowed and her hand squeezed Rava's shoulder.
"No, don't bother chasing the balloon darling, I'm more interested in the messenger." Whoever they had dropped off and sent inside, was beyond a doubt here for her father and she didn't think for one second someone with enough power and wealth to dangle an airship over his estate was here to collect the reward. "Whoever that is, they're boxing in my father's house and I do not appreciate it." Caitlin's heart sped up, worried for her parents who she knew must be cornered inside. She no longer believed her father was behind the mayhem. He was merely a pawn on someone else's board. And that; she felt was degrading to a man of his station. Her hands started to glow red where the skin was thin at the tips of her fingers and the space between her tendons. She smoldered the rage threatening to spew fire from her hands and motioned to her team. "Let's go."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
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