Post by Janice Olivia Monroe on Apr 8, 2009 3:00:10 GMT -6
...continued from Bryante Row..
Vance No offense friend, but my boss ain't gonna much like tagalongs." Not so much a thank you, before muttering. "All canted up enough as it is." Wonderful, as if it wasn't bad enough as is. "Look, show up if ya want, but I warn ya, you follow me and ya agree to repeat nothin' of what you see, got it? You breathe a word of it, and yer dead. That ain't a threat, that's just a warnin'. Dead. Gone, forgotten. Talons don't mess around." he debated dropping the name, but if anyone knew about the orders, than it shuld have explained enough. all the same, both them men could alternatively complicate this entirely. Withdrawing the palmed dart from his pocket, he frowned, silently hoping there was enough left for Clara to analyze, taking to comforting the poor thing with a finger trailed along her thumb. "Janice, ya listenin' honey? I want ya to start thinkin' about Psalms, alright? Recite 'em in your head. Don't s top. Forget everythin' else." the best he could manage, for all he knew he couldn't hear her. When the youth (and presumeably the girl) were in the carriage, he gave it a kick. "Oi! big house, Laurence estate. get a bloody moveon." he added, curtly. "Vance Evans. I'm workin' for the Duchess. "
Siobhan Not pleased with the turn of events, Siobhan looked to Lucius. Don't take it from her. That moment where it made you feel better as the bastard died. Her face eased slightly, before she heard the man shouting and looked to Lucius ashe cursed. No..don;t go. She wanted to say, but he was mouthing words that were important. I love you. she wanted to say it out loud, but could not. She watched him leave her again...as the guards came towards her and the voice spoke. Other guards were coming that were not her own, but the Baliff's. Siobhan could not go, she was ordered to head right back to her father, watching as the carraige was loaded and she was heading the other way. So much for thatpretty dress for Lucius.
BolverkBolverk frowned and looked over his shoulder as his son shouted. ``Lucius, mind your mouth.`` The man's words got a frown, but a nod all the same. ``Done, gone, vanished, would be a step up from my current position.`` Eyes went to the male, then the female who looked sick. ``The smithy. Or smith.`` He was not going to give his name to the male. ``Lucius.`` no need to say it is his son either. Leaning towards the girl, he pushed her hair from her neck and in a blink, he pushed a blade across it in a small nick, then pulled back and rose his hands. ``Just helping her blood flow out..what ever it is, the blood pouring out can help slow it.`` He did not need Vance fighting him in this small space. ``I am putting it away..``
Lucius: Lucius did not want to leave Siobhan either, he wanted to stay, make up for the months they had been apart. Instead, the dead corpse on the ground and his friends ruined it. A great part of Lucius was upset that he had been torn away from his wife and who knew when he would see her next. Dark eyes turned to his father and Lucius frowned. Mind his mouth? After what had happened? Lips pressed themselves together in a thin line, but Lucius said nothing in reply. He knew better than to talk back to his father. Lucius was silent as the two men talked, and then his father made a small cut along the back of her neck. Lucius arched a brow. How did he know that? He blinked, but turned hisbrow. How did he know that? He blinked, but turned his eyes away from his father and to Vance. Where the hell were they going, he thought to himself, since he couldn't say it. Lucius turned his gaze out the window. ``Who are the Talons? And how do you work for the Duchess?`` Lucius asked, turning his gaze back to Vance, his face stoic as dark eyes stared at the man.
Vance: "Oh christ yer thick. " he replied bluntly, passing Bolvarek a dangerous look but seemingly allowing the action with a bit of a grimace. First aid was not his strong point, and the man seemed on the level, at least according to : Vance's instincts. "Black Talons. We're Spies. You breathe that to a soul and it's over, understand it?' he kept his voice down so even the carriage rider wouldn't hear it. "Those... men are Maubery's. Kind of. Man's been putting a lotta money to somethin', but now seein' as he's off they're treatin' Skye like a god-damn playground. " he grunted, running hands through his hair--he didn't want to be telling them any of this! "The girl's important. Leave it at that. Aimin' to undermine and cut Skye off at the knees. " he shook his head and muttered something, before ramming his fist uselessly into the side of the carriage before rubbing his chin. If he was wrong about his assessment, well.. then these men were going to have very unfortunate lives. "Son of a bytch. They weren't supposed to be here. chyt..."
Bolverk: Putting the dagger away slowly, he finally settled his hands in his lap where the other man could see them. Never underestimate anyone. Evening somone who looked like and acted like Vance. People were often not what they appeared. Lucius asked questions and Bolverk resisted the urge to tell him not to. Some times, asking questions put people in more danger. Vance seemed to have too much sense of trust, becaue he answered. Even if in small amount. The smith stayed silent, not affected by the man slamming his fist into the side of the carraige. Even his face relaxed and held little expression. He would wait to ask questions as his eyes went to the girl. ``You should get her talking, thecarraige's rocking could put her to sleep.``
Lucius: Dark brown eyes looked black in the dimly lit carriage, making them stand out all the more as he stared hard at Vance. Black Talons? A dark brow twitch in an upward spasm for the briefest of moments. Spies? His eyes narrowed a bit. When did the Duchess have a use for spies? Black Talons...it sounded something of a cult, and not of the saintly sort. Maubrey's men? More of them? Mauraders, more than likely, but what use did they have for blowing a dart in the neck of this woman. Lucius was silent for a moment, leaving the man to answer and his father to comment on keeping the girl talkative. Dark eyes glanced down to the poor girl, but then shot right back up to this Vance fellow. ``Who is the Order? You don't look like the sort that would be working for the Duchess. How do I know I can believe what you say? What makes you so different than the man in the alley?`` Lucius ventured, boldly, perhaps his distaste for his reunion with his wife being dashed had something to do with that pent up aggression.
Vance: "Boy. If the name means nothin' to ya, I can't prove a damn thing. But to answer your question " and Vance was able to keep calm until this point, where stress and frustration got to him, he suddenly barked. "But maybe ya can take a hint 'n noticin' I WASN'T THE ONE TRYIN' TO KILL A f**kIN' GIRL YOU HALF-WIT! She strike you as a god-damn Killer too, huh? Open yer god-damn eyes!" he would have smacked him if not for the close environment (and the man twice his side) but he was close. Vance rubbed his eyes wearily as the carriage came to a stop, and he reached to scoop up the girl again. "You wanna proof? Fine. Like I said. You go through that door, you tell no one what you see. Get it? No one, or it's over. Period. You don't believe me... well, go ahead and try yer luck. but she'll die, 'n the only one that knows what's killin' her is in that house. Your choice, lad. If you can't make one, then get the hell out of my way."
Janice: "Psalms..psalms.." she muttered softly and began to recite in a low tone the most beautiful psalms from the book written by King David. She tried to imagine the harp he might have played, called a lyre, only for the wavering strings to be replaced by her own cringe as the carriage sped over the cobblestones in the street. "Ow....ow....ow....and..the..Lord..calleth me.." The dart had not hit her, but the graze, was it enough?
Claramae: "Master Laurence, there is a carriage outside of the door. Are we expecting anyone?" The noviate peered out of one of the windows where in they could see out, but none appeared from the ouside. It was a trick of the stones, ingenius, really. So came of houses made by illusionists and concealers. The Lady scoffed at the notion"Now who would come here, unannounced, to seek anything out during this time? I do not fancy they seek our house for tea, Rubalon. Have the page open the door." While the Master stayed her weapons at the ready,Rubalon. Noviates were a precious commidity they were lacking in sorely since the seige of the city cut their numbers down. Imagine her vexation when she would have preferred some assailant instead of a carriage packed with a veritable parade of common citizenry with no businesses upon the step. What was Vance doing in that carriage - no facial muscles moved. Stoicism, thy name is Laurence. "Good day, you all. What matter bring you to this door? Master Vance... " Her eyes then passed to Janice, who before her very eyes was beginning to drain of color in her eyes. "Master Vance, bring her in...quickly. Tell me everything.The pair of you.." The pair of men were "all" of them within. My, men made quite the commotion! "Come in. Be mindful, be expedient in your step. Be quick to answer, now come. Miss Viscreed is dying and I have no intention of losing her now, nor ever." There was an odd tenderness to the woman as she touched the girl's hands to feel for her pulse, see the color of her fingernails "How hard was she hit?" (d)
Bolverk: Bolverk remained utterly calm, even as the male seemed to let loose. ``There is no need to get histerical or raise your voice in such a manner. There is much left out of our views and you hold more information then us both.`` His tone was normal. Had he been twenty years younger, the male would have regretted talking to his son in such a tone. Years and years, made good patience and he was letting things slide. When it paused, he moved to open the door and allowed Lucius out first, before waving his hand to the male to go out. He would have handed Jance to Vance once he was out, before stepping out after the male and following. A voice he had not heard in years moved out and the face, only made Bolverk raise a thick brown, then settle it down as he moved after them all. Eyes moved all over as they entered, looking to each walk in area, window, wall and the over all style of the home. Inhaling deeply, he took in the scents. That tickle on his neck made him clear his throat. ``Lucius, take care with your questions. Ask them, but only a few at a time.`` He spoke low to his son as they moved inside. Bolverk was proud, but not arrogant. He never walked or moved like a commoner.
Lucius: Boy? His eyes narrowed a bit at that. Lucius might be young, but he was not this man's 'boy'. The very word made Lucius want to retort quickly and snap back at him, but Lucius held his tongue. He somehow stomached the retaliation and simply stared at the man, glaring almost as his jaw tensed. Looking back out the window, he watched the scenery pass by, and when they got to the estate. He frowned, and when the carriage stopped, he moved out first, his eyes moving this way and that, taking in his surroundings. Lucius did not move yet until his father was beside him, and even then his father warned him about his questions and the frequency of them. All he could do was nod stiffly and move inside with the rest of them. Who were these people? His hand stayed on the hilt of his sword, but only to keep it from tapping against his leg every time he took a step. Did the Duchess know about this place? Lucius didn't like it...not at all
Vance: "It was Larkin, Master Laurence." Vance had rarely used the term Master, which spoke volumes to his fear. "Bastard's turned traitor. I got the dart." he wasted no time in disappearing into the opulent house, passing a glance to . the very picture of poise before he away. If anything, Janice's safety was important to Vance as it was to Clara, and he'd follow her orders without question for now. He'd be told off for bringing them here in the first place later. "...God. Janice, I'm so sorry. " he whispered, faintly. The poor girl, would not stay ignorant of her circumstances much longer. "You're gonna be okay love... Master Laurence'll fix this."
Claramae: "Give her to me, Master Vance,...quickly!" Five foot four, beneath a hundred and fifteen pounds the woman looked unassuming, truly unable to hold such weight but the girl was placed into her ams and she carried her with ease. " The both of you come with me. Rubalon, run to my chambers and fetch Bromheilde to me, tell her bring my cases. She will know what I mean, make haste. Master Voltaire! Master Volatire!" Did Bolverk feel a chill at the mention of familiar names? The old man seemed to bleed out of a wall, passing through a mirror for he watched from but one of several glass halls the seen unfold as his mistress had gone forth to the unmarked carriage. With no eye patch, the scar made out of his sightless orb shifting under the tissue was in heavy contrast to the almost yellow glare of his opposite. His hair was unbound, shifting as he looked at the girl in her arms. " Is it the .." "Yes,Voltaire, andeven the tiniest is killing her faster because of her Jewish blood, the dart did not even lodge into her flesh" The pair were pulled through a grand, opulent house patterened in a style favored of a Greco-Roman ambiance. The divine marble floors, the painted ceilings where heaven seemed but a breath away. columns held aloft a roof that was domed, but out of doors it appeared a stone structure of good repute, neither poor nor garish. Feet would walk across a long Persian rug. Turning a hard corner, Voltaire took the girl while claramae led them through a hall where none ought have been. They walked over the foyer they just stood in, and to a room that was clean with a roaring fire. Shelves were lined with viles, herbs, mortars, pestles, and infinite volumes of books in many languages. He placed her on a table as Claramae looked her over , finding the place on her neck where a draining point had been etched. "You've not lost your touch." she said to no one imparticular - or - was it that it was for more than the poison's work? Drawing from a basin, she pressed a pump that drew out hot water after three compressions.Putting her scalding hands in the liquid after her sleeves were cuffed, she took up a slender blade of what seemed solid silver, etching the same small notches, acros the girl's clavicle, at forearms, the insides of wrist, and with no care for modesty hitched her dress to cut into her thighs as well. (d)
Bolverk: Clearing his throat gently at Vance's whimpering of sorts, he moved his arms behind his back and held both his wrist loose. The names passing through the air made him look to his son breifly before continuing forward after the smaller woman. Not a hint of acknowledgement was given and there was good reason. Looking towards the male, he inspected his features or what could be seen of them before his eyes went to the extremely well dressed and mannered woman. With his hands till behind his back, he glanced to Lucius and gave a nod for him to move after. The touches to the home were far too much like Rome for his taste, yet some where deep inside, he yerned for it. It had been his home for years...too many in his opinion. Moving into the room,. he resisted to look at the books and read over them for too long before his eyes went to the woman on the table and watched as Claramae worked. The comment, made him unmoving. Such secrets flowing around the room, one would think him or others to be tense, but this was not the Church and there was no need for such. When the skirts were rose, he looked to her thighs only at the slices, not any where else. Despite Bolverk's activities when he had enough coin, he was not a pig and seeing a girl's privacy who was as modest as the young woman had been, held no thrill at all. ``The male...Vance. A bit trusting of a fellow. Ifwhat he says is true, such secrets should not be revealed, even to us commoners.``
Lucius: Lucius was simply clueless and trying to catch up and understand what was all going on. These people were the 'Black Talons' or something of the sort, and theorhetically under the service of the Duchess. Spies, but was this some sort of guild? Lucius silently wondered as his eyes danced from the two and then to his father. The further they moved inside, the more it felt like a dream, stepping back into Rome's city. Lucius had no knowing of the secrets that his father kept, just as his father had no idea of the secret he still held. When they entered the room and Claramae began to work on Janice, Lucius' eyes were still roaming about the room and on the books in particular, his eyes narrowing slightly as an attempt to count the number of them. There were...so many books. His hand hung at his side while the other still rested on the hilt of his sword. When his eyes did turn to Claramae, they widened a bit, seeing the woman's thighs...well that was terribly un-lady-like. Lucius turned his eyes away quickly and glanced to his father as the man spoke. More like a rude fellow, Lucius thought to himself as he pressed his lips together, hiseyes taking in the architecture.
Claramae "His attachment to Miss Viscreed spurs his upset, though I do not blame him for the quandry he faced was quite displeasing." A cup of tea, a cut into flesh. Merrily they went along, the man with hands behind his back as the lady made x shaped cuts into the flesh of her thighs. There, the skin had grown hot, red, and when she cut in blood mingled with pus. She was releasing a literal blood infection the body was trying to get out itself, initiating inflammation and swelling. Settling small bowls beneath wrists and at thighs to catch the contaminates, one would feel sorry as to purge her further her dress was cut at the center with shears. Leeches were put in places on top of the inflammed areas on her stomach and chest to gorge themselves. "I trust you helped him, you both, caught up in this somehow lest you'd be dead." Eloquently blunt, the fact of matter was plainly evident or they would not be in a house with mirrors and illusions, and a girl's life hanging in the balance. "Though you are in danger now. He risked his own exposure for your ignorance would do you no good. though I must say, commoner is incorrect. Your son is Sir Campbell's squire, no? Hardly a common place." A woman passed through the door next, holding two thin wood cases stacked atop one another. Placing them on a table, she too washed her hands, and began to collect the fat leeches to put thinner ones on places that had not diminished like others did. New ones were put to the belly, one thigh, and for good measure one at he r throat. They were cleaning her blood as the antidote was preparing to be administered. (d)
Bolverk: There was no denying that. Attachments were dangerous, it was one of the many reason why Bolverk tried to get rid of Lucius when he was a babe. He did not want the boy to be held against him, or used to play games with Bolverk. It could still happen now, but Lucius could also protect himself better. The actions did not bother him, he seemed unmoved as Claramae spoke. ``That is the jest of what happened, yes. The danger I am in now..is not any greater or less then how I was before I came to your door step Lady Laurance.`` Eyes drifted to Lucius before moving back to Claramae. ``A place he earned on his own and with fate. His place, not mine. Much as it is now his life, not my own.`` It was like old times. All they needed was a few men screaming upon some spikes or being hung by their thumbs and he would be right back in his old life.
Lucius Lucius glanced to Claramae and arched a brow. Of course they helped him, though Lucius was more or less defending Siobhan and himself from a shooter and his intended target. Had they no part in the matter, they would not be in a carriage and here if they had not interfered in some way. Lucius fought the urge to say something smart, that might get him in more trouble and it was certainly not worth it. Still, he did not want to stand here and watch the poor girl be disected...if he enjoyed such a sight he would go to the infirmary there and watch men be bled to remove toxins. However, when the woman mentioned him and Sir Kendrew, his brow arched high and his eyes narrowed a bit. What business of it was hers? She was a spy, he assumed, and that constituted the need to know who was who on this Isle. His eyes turned to his father's, meeting those lighter eyes, before they shifted back to Claramae. How did she know that he was Bolverk's son? ``You know a great deal about us and yet we know so little of you, Lady Laurence. That hardly seems fair.`` He said, staring at her.
bscure Innocent: "Well, Master Squire you may indulge your questions if you wish. We will be spending quite a portion of time together henceforth, though you are not unknown to me." The knife, being washed, was given to Bromheilde who put it away one of the cases opened, she drew out a vial that had a hollow bottom, where she was fixing in a strange sort of needle with an open end. "Please do so as you wash your hands in the basin, and hand me the leaves that Bromheilde has crushed. Mint and Scrucia berries. Continue to press them. Master Smith, will you aid Bromheilde in pulling the last of the leeches off of the young lady." Janice would have died if she were awake. Her skirts had covered the tips of her toes the sleeves halfway over the hand, and she was as exposed as a harlot. "Voltaire, the burning needles will be needed for that one," she noted an over indulgent slug that was near to bursting on the substance from the girl's belly Burn it? Yes, quite. It took a certain way to impale the leech in the middle of it's mouth and quickly pull it of as the teeth dislodged. They also, too, did this with hot hands to encourage the bugs to release naturally. Janet's skin was too sensitive to burn then all off, but this one left no choice. Voltaire slid a pair of bound together metal thongs into the candle until they glowed red hot and passed it off to Bolverk. Notice the lack of instruction on how to use them. "You and I, Lucius, are within the same path. You are leaning more towards white, or gold feather tips mayhap. The Order of the Talon holds those who are guardsmen to His Grace and Her Grace, their court, and allies. Surely your Knight has told you this. If not, he is remiss." Boldly she scolded Kendrew on shortcomings though what as said of the beginning was not unknown. Kendrew's white tipped claw pin was as prominent to eyes that knew to see it as the Golden Talon riders were of his grace. It was an honor to be knighted, and a calling to be among those men, privy to the inner circles of skye, prone to make higher a sacrifice. "The third color, is Ebony. We are a recent induction, as you none here had knowledge nor care for our arts until the matters after the court's misadventures to Aberdeen." (d)
Bolverk: It was true that Claramae knew far too much for Bolverk's liking, but if she did not know, she would not be good at her job. Pulling his arms around, he rolled up the sleeves of his tunic and bid Lucius do the same. Washing his hands, he moved over and when the instruments were handed to him, Bolverk could not hide the knowledge he had of them as he began to remove the leeches from her body, not gazing too long at that which made men and women different. He was no child or young man..a tit was a tit, a girl-thingy was a girl-thingy. Just differen shades and feelings. He listened as his son and Claramae spoke of the Talons. Three orders? All the information she gave, was absorbed, but he said very little. That was until the end. ``I find it interesting that fate as landed you here, in Scotland of all places. They are not know for their regal manners and advancements.``
Lucius: Spending time together? Now the woman had lost him and right now, having still a bit of frustration from being pulled away from a special moment, he was bored and tired of her games of word play. He did not like it, and if she wasthinking her words would further her intelligence or mystify her being, she was sorely mistaken. Lucius was doing well to avoid looking upon Janice, for he was no nurse and surely there had to be other people here to assist her, people more...appropriate. ``Clearly.`` He replied in response to her statement of her knowing about him. Wash his hands? At first, Lucius stood there, staring at his father and then to Claramae. Was she serious? Frowning, he inwardly sighed and rolled his sleeves up. He washed his hands and inched closer, and without his eyes lingering anywhere other than what his hands were set to do, Lucius said nothing...that is, until she scolded Kendrew. Lucius frowned again and could not hold his tongue this time. ``Well, my lady, war does not leave much time of idle gossip. Both Sir Kendrew and I have been active military men in the armed forces of Skye.`` Lucius shot back flatly, but listened as she explained the branches of Skye, the White, Gold, and Black. Interesting. ``I wonder, then what manner of arts you so speak of.`` He asked, before glancing to his father, who seemed to know what he was doing...rather well. When..did he learn that? He blinked. ``While our paths may converge, my Lady, are paths are not the same, or will they ever be.`` He replied, casting a look to Claramae.
Claramae: "Naturally,though I do not fancy neither of you the sort to gossip. We too, have seen duty. Master Sorschal has been installed here since last summer, wherein my emergence came within the fall, with the downturn of Avaria to the militant dictatorship of the Steward." The slug that Bolverk would burn seemed hesitant to the hot impliment, curling, but not wanting to let go of his feast. The ointment Lucius had been told to crush was taking on a pasty consistancy. Bromheilde came to add a liquid to it that seperted paste from juices. this juice was drawn up into the odd hollow needle chamber with the aid of a suction of sterilized cork and a steel rod. When it was full, she slid the needle into Janice's skin, and at her neck injected the smoking liquid, same color it became as the smoke pouring from the store. As for the paste, he was instructed further, "Where there are no leaches and the wound is no longer red, put the paste on with two fingers, press around the leeches bites, in rounds as you do." Janice breathed in heavily, good! For a long while she'd done nothing at all, so the treatment was working. Bolverk had a steay hand still. That was good to see, for she need give him no corrections. But to answer his question she continued, "The roads converge in Turas Lan. Scotland is neither refined noradvanced to the customs of great places, but all fledgling dynasties begin so. Turas Lan, however, is a bastian of everything. I was fortunate enough to have a furthered introduction in that the people herein are the same that have fled the fall of Scottish kingdoms these last several years. My political asylum has turned to a residency. In exchange for my services in the parliment here, securing treaties and making sense of international politic I was granted a stay. When the Avarian alliance ended and so my work as an allied agent, I accepted place here. Had such things not come to pass, rest assured, I would have never left the German states of the Holy Roman Empire. " She put a mirror to Janice's nose to see how hard she breathed. Satisfied when the impliment fogged, she drew off the remaining liquid from the paste to inject into her arm. "You are in more danger now than e'er before, as are all thatare within or have ever been in the Hunting Game." a rather theatrical herald,she thought, but no less true. "Later, I may tell you more, but not yet. It was then, after a time had passed she looked to Lucius and said. "No, we are only different in our techniques, young sir. Not in our mission. Defend the crown, uphold the soveigns and the state, by any means necessary. How think you some things come to pass when sword can not be swung? There are many a different way to wage war, England has fought this land on all her fronts. Many of our young noviates died, in the same fashion others have. With sword in hand. Ideal. " Dear God almighty. The woman talked of death and carved into skin with a face so nondescript it looked like eyes set into a piece of stone. Did she have emotion for these people? Aye, but with Claramae it was hard to distern anything. No laugh lines. No indention of flesh to count the years. She was older than Lucius, younger than his father, but seemed somehow suspended betweenthe age of the young man and no more than twenty-one. "In Avaria, the King had his own Talon Brethren, and in that Order I have been far longer than this. I wager the Avarians and those of Skye forged an alliance on the same principles of war , among other things. Maahes. Danae. In a war they were vicious, and if angered, vicious. How Claramae came to live among such ill-tempered and such rough constitutions was still strange no matter the explaination, but one thing was clear. Madame de la Morte was a very fitting name. "She will live, Praise unto God." Ah yes, there was a cross planted just before the furrow of her bosom. A religious murderer. (d)
Vance No offense friend, but my boss ain't gonna much like tagalongs." Not so much a thank you, before muttering. "All canted up enough as it is." Wonderful, as if it wasn't bad enough as is. "Look, show up if ya want, but I warn ya, you follow me and ya agree to repeat nothin' of what you see, got it? You breathe a word of it, and yer dead. That ain't a threat, that's just a warnin'. Dead. Gone, forgotten. Talons don't mess around." he debated dropping the name, but if anyone knew about the orders, than it shuld have explained enough. all the same, both them men could alternatively complicate this entirely. Withdrawing the palmed dart from his pocket, he frowned, silently hoping there was enough left for Clara to analyze, taking to comforting the poor thing with a finger trailed along her thumb. "Janice, ya listenin' honey? I want ya to start thinkin' about Psalms, alright? Recite 'em in your head. Don't s top. Forget everythin' else." the best he could manage, for all he knew he couldn't hear her. When the youth (and presumeably the girl) were in the carriage, he gave it a kick. "Oi! big house, Laurence estate. get a bloody moveon." he added, curtly. "Vance Evans. I'm workin' for the Duchess. "
Siobhan Not pleased with the turn of events, Siobhan looked to Lucius. Don't take it from her. That moment where it made you feel better as the bastard died. Her face eased slightly, before she heard the man shouting and looked to Lucius ashe cursed. No..don;t go. She wanted to say, but he was mouthing words that were important. I love you. she wanted to say it out loud, but could not. She watched him leave her again...as the guards came towards her and the voice spoke. Other guards were coming that were not her own, but the Baliff's. Siobhan could not go, she was ordered to head right back to her father, watching as the carraige was loaded and she was heading the other way. So much for thatpretty dress for Lucius.
BolverkBolverk frowned and looked over his shoulder as his son shouted. ``Lucius, mind your mouth.`` The man's words got a frown, but a nod all the same. ``Done, gone, vanished, would be a step up from my current position.`` Eyes went to the male, then the female who looked sick. ``The smithy. Or smith.`` He was not going to give his name to the male. ``Lucius.`` no need to say it is his son either. Leaning towards the girl, he pushed her hair from her neck and in a blink, he pushed a blade across it in a small nick, then pulled back and rose his hands. ``Just helping her blood flow out..what ever it is, the blood pouring out can help slow it.`` He did not need Vance fighting him in this small space. ``I am putting it away..``
Lucius: Lucius did not want to leave Siobhan either, he wanted to stay, make up for the months they had been apart. Instead, the dead corpse on the ground and his friends ruined it. A great part of Lucius was upset that he had been torn away from his wife and who knew when he would see her next. Dark eyes turned to his father and Lucius frowned. Mind his mouth? After what had happened? Lips pressed themselves together in a thin line, but Lucius said nothing in reply. He knew better than to talk back to his father. Lucius was silent as the two men talked, and then his father made a small cut along the back of her neck. Lucius arched a brow. How did he know that? He blinked, but turned hisbrow. How did he know that? He blinked, but turned his eyes away from his father and to Vance. Where the hell were they going, he thought to himself, since he couldn't say it. Lucius turned his gaze out the window. ``Who are the Talons? And how do you work for the Duchess?`` Lucius asked, turning his gaze back to Vance, his face stoic as dark eyes stared at the man.
Vance: "Oh christ yer thick. " he replied bluntly, passing Bolvarek a dangerous look but seemingly allowing the action with a bit of a grimace. First aid was not his strong point, and the man seemed on the level, at least according to : Vance's instincts. "Black Talons. We're Spies. You breathe that to a soul and it's over, understand it?' he kept his voice down so even the carriage rider wouldn't hear it. "Those... men are Maubery's. Kind of. Man's been putting a lotta money to somethin', but now seein' as he's off they're treatin' Skye like a god-damn playground. " he grunted, running hands through his hair--he didn't want to be telling them any of this! "The girl's important. Leave it at that. Aimin' to undermine and cut Skye off at the knees. " he shook his head and muttered something, before ramming his fist uselessly into the side of the carriage before rubbing his chin. If he was wrong about his assessment, well.. then these men were going to have very unfortunate lives. "Son of a bytch. They weren't supposed to be here. chyt..."
Bolverk: Putting the dagger away slowly, he finally settled his hands in his lap where the other man could see them. Never underestimate anyone. Evening somone who looked like and acted like Vance. People were often not what they appeared. Lucius asked questions and Bolverk resisted the urge to tell him not to. Some times, asking questions put people in more danger. Vance seemed to have too much sense of trust, becaue he answered. Even if in small amount. The smith stayed silent, not affected by the man slamming his fist into the side of the carraige. Even his face relaxed and held little expression. He would wait to ask questions as his eyes went to the girl. ``You should get her talking, thecarraige's rocking could put her to sleep.``
Lucius: Dark brown eyes looked black in the dimly lit carriage, making them stand out all the more as he stared hard at Vance. Black Talons? A dark brow twitch in an upward spasm for the briefest of moments. Spies? His eyes narrowed a bit. When did the Duchess have a use for spies? Black Talons...it sounded something of a cult, and not of the saintly sort. Maubrey's men? More of them? Mauraders, more than likely, but what use did they have for blowing a dart in the neck of this woman. Lucius was silent for a moment, leaving the man to answer and his father to comment on keeping the girl talkative. Dark eyes glanced down to the poor girl, but then shot right back up to this Vance fellow. ``Who is the Order? You don't look like the sort that would be working for the Duchess. How do I know I can believe what you say? What makes you so different than the man in the alley?`` Lucius ventured, boldly, perhaps his distaste for his reunion with his wife being dashed had something to do with that pent up aggression.
Vance: "Boy. If the name means nothin' to ya, I can't prove a damn thing. But to answer your question " and Vance was able to keep calm until this point, where stress and frustration got to him, he suddenly barked. "But maybe ya can take a hint 'n noticin' I WASN'T THE ONE TRYIN' TO KILL A f**kIN' GIRL YOU HALF-WIT! She strike you as a god-damn Killer too, huh? Open yer god-damn eyes!" he would have smacked him if not for the close environment (and the man twice his side) but he was close. Vance rubbed his eyes wearily as the carriage came to a stop, and he reached to scoop up the girl again. "You wanna proof? Fine. Like I said. You go through that door, you tell no one what you see. Get it? No one, or it's over. Period. You don't believe me... well, go ahead and try yer luck. but she'll die, 'n the only one that knows what's killin' her is in that house. Your choice, lad. If you can't make one, then get the hell out of my way."
Janice: "Psalms..psalms.." she muttered softly and began to recite in a low tone the most beautiful psalms from the book written by King David. She tried to imagine the harp he might have played, called a lyre, only for the wavering strings to be replaced by her own cringe as the carriage sped over the cobblestones in the street. "Ow....ow....ow....and..the..Lord..calleth me.." The dart had not hit her, but the graze, was it enough?
Claramae: "Master Laurence, there is a carriage outside of the door. Are we expecting anyone?" The noviate peered out of one of the windows where in they could see out, but none appeared from the ouside. It was a trick of the stones, ingenius, really. So came of houses made by illusionists and concealers. The Lady scoffed at the notion"Now who would come here, unannounced, to seek anything out during this time? I do not fancy they seek our house for tea, Rubalon. Have the page open the door." While the Master stayed her weapons at the ready,Rubalon. Noviates were a precious commidity they were lacking in sorely since the seige of the city cut their numbers down. Imagine her vexation when she would have preferred some assailant instead of a carriage packed with a veritable parade of common citizenry with no businesses upon the step. What was Vance doing in that carriage - no facial muscles moved. Stoicism, thy name is Laurence. "Good day, you all. What matter bring you to this door? Master Vance... " Her eyes then passed to Janice, who before her very eyes was beginning to drain of color in her eyes. "Master Vance, bring her in...quickly. Tell me everything.The pair of you.." The pair of men were "all" of them within. My, men made quite the commotion! "Come in. Be mindful, be expedient in your step. Be quick to answer, now come. Miss Viscreed is dying and I have no intention of losing her now, nor ever." There was an odd tenderness to the woman as she touched the girl's hands to feel for her pulse, see the color of her fingernails "How hard was she hit?" (d)
Bolverk: Bolverk remained utterly calm, even as the male seemed to let loose. ``There is no need to get histerical or raise your voice in such a manner. There is much left out of our views and you hold more information then us both.`` His tone was normal. Had he been twenty years younger, the male would have regretted talking to his son in such a tone. Years and years, made good patience and he was letting things slide. When it paused, he moved to open the door and allowed Lucius out first, before waving his hand to the male to go out. He would have handed Jance to Vance once he was out, before stepping out after the male and following. A voice he had not heard in years moved out and the face, only made Bolverk raise a thick brown, then settle it down as he moved after them all. Eyes moved all over as they entered, looking to each walk in area, window, wall and the over all style of the home. Inhaling deeply, he took in the scents. That tickle on his neck made him clear his throat. ``Lucius, take care with your questions. Ask them, but only a few at a time.`` He spoke low to his son as they moved inside. Bolverk was proud, but not arrogant. He never walked or moved like a commoner.
Lucius: Boy? His eyes narrowed a bit at that. Lucius might be young, but he was not this man's 'boy'. The very word made Lucius want to retort quickly and snap back at him, but Lucius held his tongue. He somehow stomached the retaliation and simply stared at the man, glaring almost as his jaw tensed. Looking back out the window, he watched the scenery pass by, and when they got to the estate. He frowned, and when the carriage stopped, he moved out first, his eyes moving this way and that, taking in his surroundings. Lucius did not move yet until his father was beside him, and even then his father warned him about his questions and the frequency of them. All he could do was nod stiffly and move inside with the rest of them. Who were these people? His hand stayed on the hilt of his sword, but only to keep it from tapping against his leg every time he took a step. Did the Duchess know about this place? Lucius didn't like it...not at all
Vance: "It was Larkin, Master Laurence." Vance had rarely used the term Master, which spoke volumes to his fear. "Bastard's turned traitor. I got the dart." he wasted no time in disappearing into the opulent house, passing a glance to . the very picture of poise before he away. If anything, Janice's safety was important to Vance as it was to Clara, and he'd follow her orders without question for now. He'd be told off for bringing them here in the first place later. "...God. Janice, I'm so sorry. " he whispered, faintly. The poor girl, would not stay ignorant of her circumstances much longer. "You're gonna be okay love... Master Laurence'll fix this."
Claramae: "Give her to me, Master Vance,...quickly!" Five foot four, beneath a hundred and fifteen pounds the woman looked unassuming, truly unable to hold such weight but the girl was placed into her ams and she carried her with ease. " The both of you come with me. Rubalon, run to my chambers and fetch Bromheilde to me, tell her bring my cases. She will know what I mean, make haste. Master Voltaire! Master Volatire!" Did Bolverk feel a chill at the mention of familiar names? The old man seemed to bleed out of a wall, passing through a mirror for he watched from but one of several glass halls the seen unfold as his mistress had gone forth to the unmarked carriage. With no eye patch, the scar made out of his sightless orb shifting under the tissue was in heavy contrast to the almost yellow glare of his opposite. His hair was unbound, shifting as he looked at the girl in her arms. " Is it the .." "Yes,Voltaire, andeven the tiniest is killing her faster because of her Jewish blood, the dart did not even lodge into her flesh" The pair were pulled through a grand, opulent house patterened in a style favored of a Greco-Roman ambiance. The divine marble floors, the painted ceilings where heaven seemed but a breath away. columns held aloft a roof that was domed, but out of doors it appeared a stone structure of good repute, neither poor nor garish. Feet would walk across a long Persian rug. Turning a hard corner, Voltaire took the girl while claramae led them through a hall where none ought have been. They walked over the foyer they just stood in, and to a room that was clean with a roaring fire. Shelves were lined with viles, herbs, mortars, pestles, and infinite volumes of books in many languages. He placed her on a table as Claramae looked her over , finding the place on her neck where a draining point had been etched. "You've not lost your touch." she said to no one imparticular - or - was it that it was for more than the poison's work? Drawing from a basin, she pressed a pump that drew out hot water after three compressions.Putting her scalding hands in the liquid after her sleeves were cuffed, she took up a slender blade of what seemed solid silver, etching the same small notches, acros the girl's clavicle, at forearms, the insides of wrist, and with no care for modesty hitched her dress to cut into her thighs as well. (d)
Bolverk: Clearing his throat gently at Vance's whimpering of sorts, he moved his arms behind his back and held both his wrist loose. The names passing through the air made him look to his son breifly before continuing forward after the smaller woman. Not a hint of acknowledgement was given and there was good reason. Looking towards the male, he inspected his features or what could be seen of them before his eyes went to the extremely well dressed and mannered woman. With his hands till behind his back, he glanced to Lucius and gave a nod for him to move after. The touches to the home were far too much like Rome for his taste, yet some where deep inside, he yerned for it. It had been his home for years...too many in his opinion. Moving into the room,. he resisted to look at the books and read over them for too long before his eyes went to the woman on the table and watched as Claramae worked. The comment, made him unmoving. Such secrets flowing around the room, one would think him or others to be tense, but this was not the Church and there was no need for such. When the skirts were rose, he looked to her thighs only at the slices, not any where else. Despite Bolverk's activities when he had enough coin, he was not a pig and seeing a girl's privacy who was as modest as the young woman had been, held no thrill at all. ``The male...Vance. A bit trusting of a fellow. Ifwhat he says is true, such secrets should not be revealed, even to us commoners.``
Lucius: Lucius was simply clueless and trying to catch up and understand what was all going on. These people were the 'Black Talons' or something of the sort, and theorhetically under the service of the Duchess. Spies, but was this some sort of guild? Lucius silently wondered as his eyes danced from the two and then to his father. The further they moved inside, the more it felt like a dream, stepping back into Rome's city. Lucius had no knowing of the secrets that his father kept, just as his father had no idea of the secret he still held. When they entered the room and Claramae began to work on Janice, Lucius' eyes were still roaming about the room and on the books in particular, his eyes narrowing slightly as an attempt to count the number of them. There were...so many books. His hand hung at his side while the other still rested on the hilt of his sword. When his eyes did turn to Claramae, they widened a bit, seeing the woman's thighs...well that was terribly un-lady-like. Lucius turned his eyes away quickly and glanced to his father as the man spoke. More like a rude fellow, Lucius thought to himself as he pressed his lips together, hiseyes taking in the architecture.
Claramae "His attachment to Miss Viscreed spurs his upset, though I do not blame him for the quandry he faced was quite displeasing." A cup of tea, a cut into flesh. Merrily they went along, the man with hands behind his back as the lady made x shaped cuts into the flesh of her thighs. There, the skin had grown hot, red, and when she cut in blood mingled with pus. She was releasing a literal blood infection the body was trying to get out itself, initiating inflammation and swelling. Settling small bowls beneath wrists and at thighs to catch the contaminates, one would feel sorry as to purge her further her dress was cut at the center with shears. Leeches were put in places on top of the inflammed areas on her stomach and chest to gorge themselves. "I trust you helped him, you both, caught up in this somehow lest you'd be dead." Eloquently blunt, the fact of matter was plainly evident or they would not be in a house with mirrors and illusions, and a girl's life hanging in the balance. "Though you are in danger now. He risked his own exposure for your ignorance would do you no good. though I must say, commoner is incorrect. Your son is Sir Campbell's squire, no? Hardly a common place." A woman passed through the door next, holding two thin wood cases stacked atop one another. Placing them on a table, she too washed her hands, and began to collect the fat leeches to put thinner ones on places that had not diminished like others did. New ones were put to the belly, one thigh, and for good measure one at he r throat. They were cleaning her blood as the antidote was preparing to be administered. (d)
Bolverk: There was no denying that. Attachments were dangerous, it was one of the many reason why Bolverk tried to get rid of Lucius when he was a babe. He did not want the boy to be held against him, or used to play games with Bolverk. It could still happen now, but Lucius could also protect himself better. The actions did not bother him, he seemed unmoved as Claramae spoke. ``That is the jest of what happened, yes. The danger I am in now..is not any greater or less then how I was before I came to your door step Lady Laurance.`` Eyes drifted to Lucius before moving back to Claramae. ``A place he earned on his own and with fate. His place, not mine. Much as it is now his life, not my own.`` It was like old times. All they needed was a few men screaming upon some spikes or being hung by their thumbs and he would be right back in his old life.
Lucius Lucius glanced to Claramae and arched a brow. Of course they helped him, though Lucius was more or less defending Siobhan and himself from a shooter and his intended target. Had they no part in the matter, they would not be in a carriage and here if they had not interfered in some way. Lucius fought the urge to say something smart, that might get him in more trouble and it was certainly not worth it. Still, he did not want to stand here and watch the poor girl be disected...if he enjoyed such a sight he would go to the infirmary there and watch men be bled to remove toxins. However, when the woman mentioned him and Sir Kendrew, his brow arched high and his eyes narrowed a bit. What business of it was hers? She was a spy, he assumed, and that constituted the need to know who was who on this Isle. His eyes turned to his father's, meeting those lighter eyes, before they shifted back to Claramae. How did she know that he was Bolverk's son? ``You know a great deal about us and yet we know so little of you, Lady Laurence. That hardly seems fair.`` He said, staring at her.
bscure Innocent: "Well, Master Squire you may indulge your questions if you wish. We will be spending quite a portion of time together henceforth, though you are not unknown to me." The knife, being washed, was given to Bromheilde who put it away one of the cases opened, she drew out a vial that had a hollow bottom, where she was fixing in a strange sort of needle with an open end. "Please do so as you wash your hands in the basin, and hand me the leaves that Bromheilde has crushed. Mint and Scrucia berries. Continue to press them. Master Smith, will you aid Bromheilde in pulling the last of the leeches off of the young lady." Janice would have died if she were awake. Her skirts had covered the tips of her toes the sleeves halfway over the hand, and she was as exposed as a harlot. "Voltaire, the burning needles will be needed for that one," she noted an over indulgent slug that was near to bursting on the substance from the girl's belly Burn it? Yes, quite. It took a certain way to impale the leech in the middle of it's mouth and quickly pull it of as the teeth dislodged. They also, too, did this with hot hands to encourage the bugs to release naturally. Janet's skin was too sensitive to burn then all off, but this one left no choice. Voltaire slid a pair of bound together metal thongs into the candle until they glowed red hot and passed it off to Bolverk. Notice the lack of instruction on how to use them. "You and I, Lucius, are within the same path. You are leaning more towards white, or gold feather tips mayhap. The Order of the Talon holds those who are guardsmen to His Grace and Her Grace, their court, and allies. Surely your Knight has told you this. If not, he is remiss." Boldly she scolded Kendrew on shortcomings though what as said of the beginning was not unknown. Kendrew's white tipped claw pin was as prominent to eyes that knew to see it as the Golden Talon riders were of his grace. It was an honor to be knighted, and a calling to be among those men, privy to the inner circles of skye, prone to make higher a sacrifice. "The third color, is Ebony. We are a recent induction, as you none here had knowledge nor care for our arts until the matters after the court's misadventures to Aberdeen." (d)
Bolverk: It was true that Claramae knew far too much for Bolverk's liking, but if she did not know, she would not be good at her job. Pulling his arms around, he rolled up the sleeves of his tunic and bid Lucius do the same. Washing his hands, he moved over and when the instruments were handed to him, Bolverk could not hide the knowledge he had of them as he began to remove the leeches from her body, not gazing too long at that which made men and women different. He was no child or young man..a tit was a tit, a girl-thingy was a girl-thingy. Just differen shades and feelings. He listened as his son and Claramae spoke of the Talons. Three orders? All the information she gave, was absorbed, but he said very little. That was until the end. ``I find it interesting that fate as landed you here, in Scotland of all places. They are not know for their regal manners and advancements.``
Lucius: Spending time together? Now the woman had lost him and right now, having still a bit of frustration from being pulled away from a special moment, he was bored and tired of her games of word play. He did not like it, and if she wasthinking her words would further her intelligence or mystify her being, she was sorely mistaken. Lucius was doing well to avoid looking upon Janice, for he was no nurse and surely there had to be other people here to assist her, people more...appropriate. ``Clearly.`` He replied in response to her statement of her knowing about him. Wash his hands? At first, Lucius stood there, staring at his father and then to Claramae. Was she serious? Frowning, he inwardly sighed and rolled his sleeves up. He washed his hands and inched closer, and without his eyes lingering anywhere other than what his hands were set to do, Lucius said nothing...that is, until she scolded Kendrew. Lucius frowned again and could not hold his tongue this time. ``Well, my lady, war does not leave much time of idle gossip. Both Sir Kendrew and I have been active military men in the armed forces of Skye.`` Lucius shot back flatly, but listened as she explained the branches of Skye, the White, Gold, and Black. Interesting. ``I wonder, then what manner of arts you so speak of.`` He asked, before glancing to his father, who seemed to know what he was doing...rather well. When..did he learn that? He blinked. ``While our paths may converge, my Lady, are paths are not the same, or will they ever be.`` He replied, casting a look to Claramae.
Claramae: "Naturally,though I do not fancy neither of you the sort to gossip. We too, have seen duty. Master Sorschal has been installed here since last summer, wherein my emergence came within the fall, with the downturn of Avaria to the militant dictatorship of the Steward." The slug that Bolverk would burn seemed hesitant to the hot impliment, curling, but not wanting to let go of his feast. The ointment Lucius had been told to crush was taking on a pasty consistancy. Bromheilde came to add a liquid to it that seperted paste from juices. this juice was drawn up into the odd hollow needle chamber with the aid of a suction of sterilized cork and a steel rod. When it was full, she slid the needle into Janice's skin, and at her neck injected the smoking liquid, same color it became as the smoke pouring from the store. As for the paste, he was instructed further, "Where there are no leaches and the wound is no longer red, put the paste on with two fingers, press around the leeches bites, in rounds as you do." Janice breathed in heavily, good! For a long while she'd done nothing at all, so the treatment was working. Bolverk had a steay hand still. That was good to see, for she need give him no corrections. But to answer his question she continued, "The roads converge in Turas Lan. Scotland is neither refined noradvanced to the customs of great places, but all fledgling dynasties begin so. Turas Lan, however, is a bastian of everything. I was fortunate enough to have a furthered introduction in that the people herein are the same that have fled the fall of Scottish kingdoms these last several years. My political asylum has turned to a residency. In exchange for my services in the parliment here, securing treaties and making sense of international politic I was granted a stay. When the Avarian alliance ended and so my work as an allied agent, I accepted place here. Had such things not come to pass, rest assured, I would have never left the German states of the Holy Roman Empire. " She put a mirror to Janice's nose to see how hard she breathed. Satisfied when the impliment fogged, she drew off the remaining liquid from the paste to inject into her arm. "You are in more danger now than e'er before, as are all thatare within or have ever been in the Hunting Game." a rather theatrical herald,she thought, but no less true. "Later, I may tell you more, but not yet. It was then, after a time had passed she looked to Lucius and said. "No, we are only different in our techniques, young sir. Not in our mission. Defend the crown, uphold the soveigns and the state, by any means necessary. How think you some things come to pass when sword can not be swung? There are many a different way to wage war, England has fought this land on all her fronts. Many of our young noviates died, in the same fashion others have. With sword in hand. Ideal. " Dear God almighty. The woman talked of death and carved into skin with a face so nondescript it looked like eyes set into a piece of stone. Did she have emotion for these people? Aye, but with Claramae it was hard to distern anything. No laugh lines. No indention of flesh to count the years. She was older than Lucius, younger than his father, but seemed somehow suspended betweenthe age of the young man and no more than twenty-one. "In Avaria, the King had his own Talon Brethren, and in that Order I have been far longer than this. I wager the Avarians and those of Skye forged an alliance on the same principles of war , among other things. Maahes. Danae. In a war they were vicious, and if angered, vicious. How Claramae came to live among such ill-tempered and such rough constitutions was still strange no matter the explaination, but one thing was clear. Madame de la Morte was a very fitting name. "She will live, Praise unto God." Ah yes, there was a cross planted just before the furrow of her bosom. A religious murderer. (d)