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"I would suspect, my good man, that it was by way of a security measure instituted by Councilor LaGrange, in case of fire or some similar unfortunate event." Prof. Lemercier cast a rather bleakly ironic smile upon Kerrian. "I imagine that it was taken by the Councilor as a bodyguard when all of these matters came to a head, which proved to be an unfortunately rather ill-timed moment for its absence."Kerrian wrote:"And...do you know any reason why there would be a water elemental at the Gallery?" Kerrian said, recalling something that hadn't seemed terribly important at the time, but suddenly..did.
"That is my conjecture, in any case." Lemercier said with a shrug of his large shoulders. "It certainly had the marks of the Councilor's enchantments upon it, though the rest, I admit, is pure speculation. It is a cogent theory, however, in my view."
"It is not mine." Prof. Petrik said frostily, the lamplight glinting off that entirely too realistic mask. It had teeth, after all, fashioned of ivory. You noticed now, once it had been pointed out, that there was blood dripping from behind the mask, rivulets running down Petrik's muslin neck-cloth. "You do not need to worry about me."Kerrian wrote:"Are you hurt?" He asked, concerned, even though the wolf mask was more than giving him a bit of the chills. "That looks like an awful lot of blood..."
"My precious Seiglinde, our hearts cannot help tremble with abject fear at the very thought that you may be injured." Professor Lemercier murmurred. He had finally found a handkerchief and was pressing it to his copiously bleeding nose, and looked a little surprised at the blood on it when he removed it. Apparently the art historian hadn't realized quite how bad he looked. "All further questions, however, must await a wash. I would recommend that those whose constitutions allow them take short catnaps, as I fear there will be little sleep this night. With humble apologies to the absent Grimmalken for this blithe use of his species."
Chateau Malchance, Quartier Marchand, Port-a-Lucine; March 12th, 770, 12:04 AM
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The night continued, the moon progressing on her stately journey through the sky. It was an eerily well-lit night, with fires casting up reflections in the city, and illuminating the skyline of Port-a-Lucine as though it was some ghastly corona. And yet, the fires did not spread, and the sounds of rioting and madness lessened as the hours ticked by. The grim malaise that gripped the city weakened its grasp, finger by cadaverous finger.
Captain Cedolin's reinforcements finally arrived, a double handful of calm-faced men in bright, scarlet-red caps. The safest way for the gendarmes to travel in Port-a-Lucine tonight was in groups, it seemed. Cedolin spoke with them and explained the situation, and they carried off Mr. Agale's prisoner, now bound with proper shackles. Not that, unconscious and with a broken jaw, the man was going anywhere in the immediate future.
As for Darius... he was to arrive at the Palace of Justice the next morning and give his statement. Cedolin was apologetic in this, and sympathetic to Darius's plight, but the gendarme captain was firm. A statement was required from the Mulan.
The Chateau seemed quieter after Cedolin left, though he promised to send a patrol to check up on the Chateau come morning, in case anything was needed.
Chateau Malchance, Quartier Marchand, Port-a-Lucine; March 12th, 770, 12:57 AM
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"Someones coming." Katja said, carefully cocking the large crossbow.
"Hrmrh?" Cerise had been dozing in her big chair, nestled amidst the pillows and quilts and riotous colors, not unlike how Malky had burrowed into her arms and stayed there. "Can you tell who it is?" Cerise said, blinking her eyes awake.
"It is... it is Herr Eisenwald and Devereux, with the Richemuloise. And they bring back someone else... Boucher." Katja said, squinting out into the darkness with her one good eye.
"They're back! I knew they could make it through." Cerise grinned, scurrying over to the window and peering out. "Well, unless they're doppelgangers trying to make us lower our guard for an attack. Or they were killed and these are revenants coming back to seek vengeance for not going out with them in the first place. Or they've stumbled into a really strong area of this craziness and they're now coming back to kill us all. Or--"
"Should I shoot them?" Katja cut the other woman's flood of information off, aiming the crossbow at Thierri Boucher.
"Of course not! This is Tomas Eisenwald." Cerise seemed a little offended for her idol. "He'd never let himself get caught like that. Besides, the best thing against revenants is salt, not crossbows."
Katja did not look convinced, but with a second glance down the sights at Thierri, she lowered the crossbow.