Lord Edrington is about to reply to John when Lady Scarlet requests the memorial toast. Looking at her a bit confused about first, he then glances over his shoulder at the departing performers. "Ah, you can speak Russian then, yes? The tale of the Isaveta sisters is a most tragic one. It has always intrigued me that the most beautiful art often conveys the saddest of emotions, yet is often loved by those oblivious to it's true meaning. Of course, in this case, that is understandable, for few speak their tongue here. So yes, a toast to broken hearts, and the lives they cost." Raising his glass, he solemnly nods to Scarlet before downing its contents.
After a few moments of silence, he turns back to John, the smile returns to his face. "Some come here seeking to see some of the most talented performers in London. Some come here to enjoy the company of our staff and their unique talents. Some come here for a private space and ensure discretion to meet with someone else they have already invited. Some come here for business, utilizing that discretion instead to protect their economic interests. We facilitate their needs, whether a meal and a show, companionship, or simply a private space. That said, we try to be aware of all goings on within our house, to ensure both the safety of our guests and our staff. It does a business no good for there to be rumors of theft, harm, or worse coming from your establishment"
In response to Jakob's toast, Edrington refills his glass and raises a toast in kind.
You all notice the acrobats and singer have departed, and the band has begun playing again, some simple background music as would be fit a social gathering. Staff members move quickly between the groups, refreshing beverages and bringing out more food. A few of the guests depart with entertainers for private spaces. Lord Edrington pops to his feet, "I must be off, to play host to all my guests and ensure the next performance is being prepared for. Feel free to sit back and relax, or socialize as you may wish. Just recall that not all those here I have desire to speak with others or be known, so if they turn away your interests are engagement, please respect that. Now, enjoy yourselves!"
While she may not know Russian, she has read many books over her life concerning Russians and has attempted to study it in the past. With a little bit of refresher, she may once again pick it up . Now that Lord Edrington mentions the name of the Isaveta Sisters, she tries to recall if she's heard of them before.
She will solemnly match the Lord's raising of his glass and as the clapping dies down, a smile seems to return to both of their faces. So far, she is having a marvelous time. In part, she hopes it continues without any additional danger. She cannot seem to ascertain whether William is here or not either. Perhaps he truly did not show?
"Very good of you," she comments on the Lord's duties to be elsewhere. "We enjoyed your company." She will place down her empty glass, will rise and curtsey to him before he leaves.
Once gone, she looks to her companions, "What are our thoughts so far? I've noticed that the far group there , are involved in mercantile trade most likely. They do not care about the performance so much as they do the women they are with. I do not think they are dressed up for this event. This is what they wear every day.
The group there seems to be quite engaged in the performance, but also what they must discuss. They seem like longtime friends. The woman there, the small one is quite attentive and noticed me. There is some minor flirtation there between the men and women, but not great.
In that group there , I am most suspicious. All men, all matching, which speaks to an organization. They all bear a similar fashion. Lapel pins are on three of them but I cannot tell what they are. They seem to be in a deliberately quiet conversation and don't seem to be here for the performance."
John sets his empty glass on the table and hastily grabs a flute of champagne so that he can join in the toasts. When Lord Edrington excuses himself, the barrister waits while Lady Grey responds and then adds, "Yes, thank you for the company, and the information; perhaps we shall speak more about those other services later."
Once the lord is out of ear shot, he listens to what the Lady has gleaned. His interest is clearly piqued by the mention of lapel pins. "Such pins are a fairly common accessory amongst well dressed men," he answers, "but I can't help but wonder if perhaps they bare the same symbol as the one I saw... perhaps we could find an excuse for someone to take a closer look? Also, did you hear what Lord Edrington said about private rooms? It could be that our recent acquaintance was in one of them when he lost his senses. I'm not sure I'm prepared to avail the Lord of his more secretive services, but if either of you lovely ladies would be willing to join me in a deception, we could hire a private room for ourselves, in order to learn more about the building and its secrets... perhaps even find an opportunity for a little exploration?"
"Of the hallways and rooms, obviously."
It takes some time for the memory to come back, but you recall reading in one of your father's military texts about the Crimean War and the death of three officers in one battle, all of whom had married into a minor Russian noble house, the Isaveta family. Legend told that the sisters, all overcome by grief at the loss of their loves, took their own lives, though you cannot remember any details beyond that.
"Connections to the Crimean War...yes...now I recall. This dance was a sad tale of the Isaveta sisters. I'm certain if he knows the details of the play, it was picked for a reason. Why that one? Why not one more delightful?"
Naturally her suspicions are aroused.
"Obviously," she replies with grace to John. A moment passes where she considers. "Let us remember, we are the guests of honor here. Now that the performance is over, one or more of us may be required to take center stage. This evening is for us. While we may run through a deception, our ultimate path will be watched closely, as Lord Edrington seems intent to serve us. What did you have in mind?"
"Well..." John answers in a hushed tone, "I imagine the most straightforward of all deceptions... we request to hire one his private rooms under the pretense that the two of us wish to have some time alone, without fear that whatever we do with it will become society gossip. We'd get something of a partial tour while being escorted to our accommodation, and then, once left alone, could conceivably do a bit of looking around?"
Once gone, she looks to her companions, "What are our thoughts so far? I've noticed that the far group there , are involved in mercantile trade most likely. They do not care about the performance so much as they do the women they are with. I do not think they are dressed up for this event. This is what they wear every day.
The group there seems to be quite engaged in the performance, but also what they must discuss. They seem like longtime friends. The woman there, the small one is quite attentive and noticed me. There is some minor flirtation there between the men and women, but not great.
In that group there , I am most suspicious. All men, all matching, which speaks to an organization. They all bear a similar fashion. Lapel pins are on three of them but I cannot tell what they are. They seem to be in a deliberately quiet conversation and don't seem to be here for the performance."
Looking to the woman impressed, "You are an observant one, Ms. Scarlet, I'll give you that," he compliments, grinning as he takes a nonchalant gander at mentioned groups. "But I'll be honest, I haven't really been paying much mind to the details of any of them. I mostly concentrate on any that may appear threatening. Not so much as to what they look like but more so on their actions."
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Jakob then considers their plan. "If you two plan on pulling this off, you need to be careful. I'd prefer to go with you two to keep an eye out but having two of us go is one thing. Having three opens up all kinds of 'unwanted' talk. And I'm fairly certain that is NOT what you two need. So if that is your plan, just watch out for yourself, okay?" He takes another calm glance around before saying, "Because something about all this just doesn't sit well with me, you know?"
It is hard to tell, but Scarlet appreciates Mr. Jones words. Perhaps he can see the rosy hue of her cheeks shine through the mask.
"We all need to be mindful and vigilant. You were a bartender, Mr. Jones. You no doubt have perceptions of people that I never will. You may see things that I do not. Being observant is a honed skill. It doesn't come naturally very often."
As they consider their plan, she hesitates. What did she expect would happen? She prays in that moment for a door to open. For a clear path that they can take where she does not have to put her credibility on line, even with a mask on.
"It doesn't with me either, Mr. Jones. I don't enjoy the thought of someone thinking such things of me as Lord Edrington would--that I would be capable of them." She also isn't 100% sure she trusts John to be in such a situation. "Let us see what happens here and perhaps a door will open to us..."
Jakob nods, "Sounds good. Let us see what happens," he says as he leans back in his chair and raises a drink to his lips as he returns to observing.
no surprise there... even with the masks Lord Edrington knows exactly who we are, and he would know that she’d disappeared in back with me alone... that could, potentially, give him a lot of leverage against her in the future... he must have a great deal of leverage against a fair number of people already... I wonder how protective Miss Wriothesly is of her reputation...
John nods in acceptance of Lady Grey’s refusal, then looks to Miss Wriothesly to see if she answers differently.
While Scarlet and Jakob discuss other options and John waits for a possible response from Lucia, the room seems to take on a new form. Background music begins to play and crew men adjust set pieces on the stage while the hanging silks and ropes disappear into the rafters above . You see several staff members, likely performers of some kind, begin to mingle around the room. At the same time, a few of the guests separate from their parties and move to another group, where they begin conversing anew. As you watch, one of the young businessmen departs his table and approaches your gathering. As he draws close, Faun seems to materialize as though from nowhere, intercepting him. They exchange a few hushed words, before Faun turns and ascends the stairs to your perch. Standing before Scarlet, she speaks, "Pardon me, but the gentleman has asked for permission to speak with you. In reference to you I utilized Lord Edrington's offered moniker, the Dueling Debutante. He presents himself as one of the Hounds, no doubt a play on the pack of four single men out on the town. What shall I tell him?"
"I am thankful that the Hound has sought me out. I would not be opposed to a few words." "Perhaps I can get some answers from someone who is too besotted to think straight. Although, I do know his intentions...I shall not go out of the public eye."
She will rise with grace and with a nod to her companions, she will move out of their seating area and into the general assembly area. There, she will offer her hand to the hound and curtsey.
"It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Hound."
She will listen to his voice to hear if he bears a resemblance to William. After all, he could be anyone.
Jakob listens to Faun curiously before cutting his eyes toward the businessman. He then looks to Scarlet as she accepts before turning his vision back to the young businessman. This ought to be interesting. Wonder what this bloke wants to talk about?
The possibility of the masked man being William is immediately dismissed as you watch him ascend the stairs - of similar height, but leaner of build, with broad, swept back shoulders and none of the tiring in his gait years of life in academia over books and tables had imparted to her brief acquaintance William Westford. Indeed, the young man has a clean shaven, sharp jawline, and well manicured brown hair. As noted earlier, his suit is of the modern business style, rather than formal wear, but on closer examination, it is from the most modern cuts and has been exceptionally made.
On the last step before reaching our level, the gentleman comes face to face with Scarlet. Dipping his head in a simple mod, he extends his hand, waiting for his counterpart to accept. At her greeting, he offers his own in turn "Good evening miss, and all of you. I am Terrier, of the Hounds. I must confess, I need your help to answer a question. Now, you will likely think me a fool for asking, but the topic came up amongst my friends and we were left at an impasse. And if I offend, please dismiss me immediately - Is the sword on your hip purely for show, or is it, as I suspect, a true, bona fide blade? And if so, are you in fact capable of wielding it?"
With their greeting finished, Scarlet will return her hand with grace to her side.
"It is a true, live and tested blade, and I am talented enough to use it. Do you enjoy swordplay, sir?"
Perhaps the man was anticipating there being a sporting duel later, as it was not entirely uncommon among men at more entertaining parties. In recent years, due to the queen encouraging women to take up fencing, there were more women willing to engage in the entertaining sport.
Lucia is inwardly furious at herself, although she has acquired enough discretion that it doesnt' show too much. She hopes. The alchol she was drinking "for cover" was far more potent than she remembered. I used to be able to drink MUCH more than this. I'm out of practice.
With a smooth(?) apology, she regains her focus. "I'm so sorry. What was the question? Oh, yes. I think the idea of keeping the dececption simple is a good one. Lies get out of hand too fast." It's clear she speaks from experience but doesn't expand on this. She watches the room, trying to gauge where her attention is best place. Sadly, the drink really has proved to be too strogn for her.
Terrier of the hounds, hey? Boy o boy this one's clever, isn't he? he thinks sarcastically. Well at least it's fitting, I'll give him that. And what's he bloody aiming for... a duel? Here and now? This really is going to prove interesting.
The man chuckles at Scarlet's question. "Enjoy watching a bit of competition? Yes. As for engaging in it myself, though I did serve in Her Majesty's armed service, and did receive some schooling as an officer in the art of the sabre, I must confess that I served as a quartermaster, overseeing the requisitioning of supplies and foodstuffs to keep the men fed and cared for. As such, what little ability I may have briefly developed is well gone. No, I am no swordsman, but there was something to your bearing and gait as you passed our table, that made me think you were more than just a lady with a prop. Now that my hunch has been confirmed, you've won me a magnum of 1890 Chateau Lafite Rothschild from that gentleman-" he points back to the last member of his party still seated at their table, "and I would be honored if you and your friend-" he gestures toward Lady Wroithesly, "would help me enjoy it. Will you two do me the honor of accompanying me over there to show him your blade and see the look on his face knowing he was a fool?"
He looks back and forth between you two sincerely, with no ill intent in his face.
You spend a little bit of time looking between the many parties around the room, and many present some level of interest to you, with the three Scarlet had noted (A, F, H) all being of particular worth. Sadly, you were unprepared for the effects of the alcohol, and find yourself just a bit off your game.
"I appreciate your offer. As I'm here with friends as well, I do not wish to abandon them for long, but I will gladly join you and will ask the Huntress if she wishes to join us. Excuse me."
She pardon's herself and returns to the group.
"Dear Huntress," she grins, speaking quietly. "Would you care to join us for a drink of an 1890 Chateau Lafite Rothschild?"
She whispers into her ear, "Perhaps we can glean some information about what lies within this location. I believe they are quite used to...taking advantage of the more open of our sex. We'll stay in plain sight."
John cracks a wry grin at the revelation that Miss Wriothesly has had enough to drink that she doesn't really even understand the question he'd posed to her, much less its intent.
I suppose poking around will have to wait then, or be undertaken alone, although that would require slipping away from whatever enchanting creature Lord Edrington found for me... better, I think, to confine the investigation to here, for now...
When Lady Grey returns to summon the other woman, he rises as well and whispers to the lady "keep an eye peeled for one of those pins while you're at it, if you would please." As they walk away he informs Jakob, "I'm going to go see if I can't chat up another group as well. If you could, keep an eye on the ladies until I get back; 'hounds' don't strike me as particularly trustworthy around women."
With that, he depart for the group of women with male entertainers , fully expecting Faun, or some other employee, to intervene at some point before he arrives.
Lucia, now aware of her mistake, is doing her best to clear her head. I used to drink far more than this. I can do this. She spots John's wry grin and gives a small shrug. What can I say? I am out of practice.
She gives a quick nod to Scarlet ("I agree, they may drop their guard and give away more than they intend"), before turning to offer a gracious curtsy to the quatermaster, and smiles. "Who could possibly turn down such a generous offer?"
As they walk away he informs Jakob, "I'm going to go see if I can't chat up another group as well. If you could, keep an eye on the ladies until I get back; 'hounds' don't strike me as particularly trustworthy around women."
Nodding, "Way ahead of you, guv," he responds, cutting his vision toward the women as he is determined to do exactly that.
With a delighted smile visible below his half mask, Terrier leads the two ladies across the chamber and to the table where his comrade remains seated. "Ladies, may I introduce to you my long time friend and business partner, Beagle, also of the Hounds. Beagle, I regret to inform you that this lady's blade-" gesturing toward the rapier at Scarlet's hip, "is authentic, and the lady is a skilled duelist. To that end, these ladies have come to join us as you purchase that '90 Lafite Rothschild... I hope you aren't too disappointed," he chides his friend with good humor, and it seems he takes it in kind.
The gentleman is shorter, with a slightly stocky build and curly red hair, suggesting an Irish heritage, which is quickly confirmed by his accent when he speaks. He chuckles at the Terrier’s boast of success, ”Ah, but if I’m going to be buying that bottle, I’ll be needing to see the blade for myself. Miss, if you don’t mind, would you indulge us all by unsheathing your weapon? Carefully, of course.”
Terrier welcomes you all to sit, and with a nod, their attendant brings over the previously discussed bottle and four wine glasses. With much further laughter, the Beagle slaps his knee and continues. ”You ladies are most unexpected company this evening. Terrier here was remarking that there are no women of taste anymore, but here we find two - prepared to enjoy an exquisite bottle of wine while taking in the night’s avant garde performances, and unaccompanied by suitors, unless we misread the dynamic of your companions. Tell me ladies, is this your first time at the Cirque - and has it been everything you expected?”
Taking a cue from the ladies’ departure toward the table of men, you move toward the party of women, still putting together your course of action with each step. As you walk up to the table it is not one of the staff members but rather one of the masked ladies, a soft featured and amply curved brunette in a bunny mask with matching ears, giggles and squeals in excitement. ”Oh look, girls, our first bit of real sport for the evening - a potential suitor! But which specimen of the menagerie has caught his eye? Surely, he has some taste in mind. Well, good sir, what shall we call you?”
The six women all turn their attention toward you, eagerly awaiting your introduction. The pair of male entertainers who had been conversing with them pause, also watching to see what transpires.
Bunny - late teen / early 20’s, short, curvy, brunette
Fox - early / mid 20’s, average height, athletic, reddish-blonde
Raven - late teen / early 20’s, average height, thin, pale skin, dark brunette
Deer - mid 20’s, tall, athletic / curvy, blonde
Raccoon - early 20’s, short, athletic, dark brunette with grey streaks
Owl - early 20’s, very short, petite, curly light brunette
For all the suggestion of ill intent that the title ‘Hounds’ carries with it, the men appear to be of a cultured nature and are polite both in their action and bearing, and it would seem (at least from a distance) that they pose little threat to the Ladies. Of course, they have only opened that magnum of wine, after such beverages are consumed, things could change.
After some time watching the Hounds, you realize that Faun is standing next to you, waiting intently. ”Pardon me sir, the other gentleman, the Irishman? He said he ‘felt something’ and needed to go look into it, that if he was not back when you went to depart, he would meet you at the lady’s estate the next day. It was quite strange, but then again, such is the nature of this place.” She pauses for a minute, looking around a bit awkwardly, which is itself a strange emotion to see on someone that has been in total control up to this point. ”Given that you are alone, is there anything I can get for you, or do for you, to make your time here more enjoyable? It is my duty to ensure you all have a wonderful evening, and everyone else seems to have run off on you…”
Scarlet wonders if there ever was a deal between the two of them or if they just use this tactic to bring women over to seduce them?
"Of course, sir, it is a matter of honor," she answers Beagle concerning her blade and will draw it proficiently and will even give it a little flick before returning it to its sheath.
She will take a seat with grace and poise as she is used to, but will alter how she sits slightly from her norm. She would not want to let them recognize her out of costume. She will allow Lucia to answer the questions.
Shaking his head, "Ummm, no, no, I'm good. Thanks. To be honest, I'm use to being by myself. I have been for quite some time now, so, it's really no bother. And thanks for letting me know about the Irishman. I really wish he would've said something though," he says as he glances around, slightly irritated that he missed Peter take his leave. "It's not a good idea to be roaming about by oneself." The big fella sighs, a bit of concern etched upon his face. "Anyway, um, are you okay? I couldn't help but notice you seem a bit distracted about something. Might there be anything I can help you with?" he asks sincerely.
John smiles and looks appraisingly at each of the women before answering, "amidst so beautiful a menagerie, who could chose a favorite specimen? It would be easier to pick a favorite piece from the National Gallery, though that would, I'm certain, be far less enjoyable than the task you've set before me."
a name... I have no name for the true inspiration behind the mask, but to most people it looks like an octopus... Mister Octopus has no ring to it...
"You may call me Octavius," he offers with a bow, "and by what names may I call you?"
Lucia gives a friendly smile. "It is nice to be recognised as having taste. And you are correct, our companions are not our suitors. As for this place, this is indeed my first time at the Cirque"
She takes refuge in lying by exact truth. she has been to this place before, but not when it had this name. Aware that the drink is making her less socially adept than usual, she turns the question back on them: "Are you frequent visitors to this place? Does it still manage to keep you, shall we say, interested?" Lucia takes her cue from Scarlet and changes her own mannerisms slightly. She allows some of the East End, where she has been working for some time now, to creep into her voice. Not too much, of course, that would be overdoing it. But she sounds less like the middle-class clergyman's daughter that she was brouth up to be.
Scarlet Both men are impressed by the blade as you draw it and show it to them. Returning it to your sheath, you watch both the men's body language and listen for subtle clues in their verbage and diction, you find no malice or ill intent. In truth, you recall both the rarity and the value of a bottle Bordeaux 1st growth, in a magnum no less, and consider it a great deal pricier than would be used to simply loosen up a few women's morals . Surprisingly, it would appear that both men are actually enjoying your company.
Lucia As the gentlemen enjoy their wine and listen to Lucia's question, the Beagle laughs just a bit. "I had not thought of it, but I guess it could be said we are down right regulars at this point. We have been here weekly for what, two months now? It has proved a most advantageous seat to have when entertaining clients and trying to close contracts. And yes, the shows continue to be dynamic and daring, with a few downright damning. The food is exquisite, the beverage selection most diverse, what is there not to be enjoyed? Now tell, what brought the two of you here this evening?"
She will sip her wine and enjoy the fresh bouquet, but they will not glean anything from the raising of her mask, as she will keep her hand at its side and angle her face toward a wall so that no-one in the theater may glean who she is.
Lucia smiles at The Beagle. "What brought us here? Much the same as you, I suppose. A chance to enjoy a plaeasant evening in good company. and to see the entertainment, which i have heard about but not had a chance to see for myself." Another smile. "And of course, the opportunity to enjoy a very good bottle of wine at someone else's expense. What more could one ask for?"
Moments after the words escape your lips, you begin to see the questioning looks from the women. "no preference whatsoever amongst our diverse menagerie? Perhaps your taste lies in furniture... Do you prefer a couch or a stool as your companion," responds the woman who greeted you. Several of the others chuckle at her jest.
The tall blonde Deer counters, ”Or perhaps he has manners enough not to offend the less desirable - for surely such a man would have little interest in a plump little bunny.” Her words carry a playful nature, yet drip with condescension. Two of the others gleefully gasp at her words.
The dark haired Raven chimes in, ”Octavius, you say? An intriguing choice to go with something Latin. But come, why do you think you deserve to be blessed with our names?” And with that you realize that your intended compliment for all instead served as an avoidance of their game - for each longs to be the desired one, not only for the simple fact of being pursued, but also for being able to flaunt it in each other’s face. These are ladies of society, where everything is a juggle of power, and your greeting denied them that satisfaction. Yet they also have not dismissed you, perhaps there is still a chance.
Faun is most decidedly caught offguard by your offer to assist her. ”Something you could help me with? Oh, my. Hahaha, no, sorry for my awkwardness. I confess, I am used to facilitating my guests’ needs, but rarely am I left alone with one who seemingly has no needs. I was worried that might have been intentional, and you wanted something else from me. Which is a profession I choose not to partake in, though have no issue with my friends who do. We each make our choices, I was just worried you were going to pressure me for that. Sorry for assuming, sir.” Faun noticeably relaxes, actually leaning against the arm of a couch. ”As to your friend, fear not, there is little worry for him to be about on his own. Lord Edrington creates an air of mystique, but I can assure you no harm will come to him within the Cirque’s walls. This is all of our home, and we respect and protect it as such.”
The Beagle's expression draws pensive as you mention the name. "Wainwright, hmm, yes, I think we've had business dealings with him in the past-"
The Terrier smirks at him, "is the wine getting to you already? Are you thinking of the American businessman with all those retail stores? That's Woolworth, FW Woolworth. Sorry ladies, I don't think we know your friend. We have met a few new faces here, though most are a rather stuffy and self-important lot. Truth be told we use it as either our escape from business, or the opportunity to close business deals. Rarely are we mixing with everyone else. And as for the Imp, well, we have shared a drink with Lord Edrington, but never have we been his personal guests. You must have truly impressed him."
His compatriot chuckles, "Is there any doubt have two ladies as lovely as these would impress the master of the house? Look how fast they caught your eye, after all. And to your point, who wouldn't enjoy this wine, but how did you know we'd be offering?" he counters to Lucia with a wry smile.
For all of Scarlet's keen intuition, it would seem the men have no knowledge of Mr. Wainwright.
"By rule, anywhere fun and alcohol seem to flow, more seems to follow in their place. Now, Mr. Beagle and Mr. Terrier, has this particular bit of alcohol shown up this evening in wager due to a celebration of yours, or do you make it a common case to wager such fine wine on such dangerous bets?" She asks, seemingly implying that the chances of her sword actually being functional were slim.
Well... trying to dodge their game seems to have backfired... best join it quickly before I lose my chance... do I lift up the wounded rabbit, despite her having mocked me, or do I bow down to my defender...
"Surely, I do not deserve your names," John answers the raven before turning his full attention to the deer, "especially not the name of one so stunning and so gracious as my defender, but isn't that exactly what makes it a blessing? That which is earned is mere salary; blessings are bestowed from on high to the unworthy when they humble themselves."
The handsome, well-dressed barrister smirks then steps forward towards the deer. Dropping to his knees before her, he raises his folded hands to his chest as if in prayer and says, "bless me, goddess, for I have sinned. It has been... three years since my last confession, and I struggle with impure desire for a woman of incredible beauty and grace whose name I do not even know; and, worse, when given the chance to praise her before her peers, I allowed decorum to dissuade me..."
Nodding, "Yeah no worries at all," he reassures with a grin. "So how long have you known Edrington? He's an interesting fellow for sure."
Mr. Terrier bursts out in laughter at the question put forth by Scarlet. "Ahh, she's got us! In truth, yes, we had intended to purchase this bottle as a celebration of a most successful business negotiation today, that will be quite lucrative for us. But we are fools, you see, and like to have our wagers here and there. As you passed by and caught eyes of our table, one of our guests commented how foolish it was for a woman to carry a blade, to which Mr. Beagle agreed. As I said, I saw something in your step, a poise and grace, not delicate, but smooth and distinct, almost akin to a wild cat stalking its prey. It was this feeling that made me wager the cost of the bottle on the nature of your blade. My apologies if that casts you in a bad light and I have offended you, but given that feeling, perhaps I should ask - is there someone you are looking for tonight?"
The ladies go silent as you change from your coy, measured response to bolding throwing yourself to your knees before the deer, offering your twisted offering of contrition. The Bunny huffs and plots into her seat, clearly hoping that her forward nature would draw you to her. The Raven bursts out in laughter, while the deer smiles coyly, a subtle blush in her cheeks. With laughter in her voice, she reaches down a delicate hand an caresses your cheek, "Oh, most penitent one, I hear your plea. I am the Ceryneian Hind, but you may call me Doe. If it is truly me that you seek, then shall I call you Heracles, emboldened on his third labor to capture me? Please, rise, and share a cup with me." Her hand remains on your cheek as you stand and step over toward the couch with her.
Faun continues to relax into her conversation with you. "I came to know the Lord some six months past. He came to my employer's house seeking investors in this endeavor. I had come to London three years past, from a small town not far from Stratford. My parents sent me south to be educated and trained in formal society, but in truth, my three years in the house were spent as little more than a chamber maid, and I received little development. He saw something in me, I suppose, and offered the lady of the house twice the stipend my parents paid to take over my contract. Once in his service, instead of having a debt to him, he offered to pay me, quite handsomely, to serve of his staff here. He most certainly has his peculiarities, but he is a good man."
"Then I am as blessed as the whole of Christendom," John answers with a mischievous grin as he rises, "for like Moses at the burning bush, I have learned your name; like Simon Peter when he professed the Christ, I have been renamed; and like the church to this day, I will drink from your cup!"
As he joins her on the couch, he suddenly seems to grow concerned and asks, "only, promise me that if I chase you for a year Artemis herself won't come to snatch you away?"
I don't recall the last time I found myself in a social setting for which I felt so ill-prepared... with our identities obscured, the normal conventions of polite society seem to have little place, and yet there are clearly expectations and familiar dynamics of power... I have been set the labor of chasing, hopefully that means she will take the lead and I will follow...
"Well...," she chuckles quietly one more at the thought of her looking for someone. "I am the Dueling Debutante!" she will reply with a bit of fun energy and charisma, "So if I seek anyone, I suppose it would be someone to fight then, wouldn't it? But no, I am not offended at Mr. Beagle's ideals."
"I'm not so squeamish as to care about his opinion. Regardless, I do agree. Swords don't belong in civilized society unless you are a soldier. The Cirque, however, is a place where we are to fulfill our desires, is it not?"
She will gesture vaguely around them at the box that once held many beautiful women in it. "Just as you entertain certain delights from afar, I too am here to satisfy my delights. Whether Mr. Imp can provide that is another story. Perhaps he too thinks I'm just a silly girl with a fake blade..."
With a look that obviously expresses how impressed he is with the tale, "Wow. He really is a decent bloke. And good for you! It's always nice to hear a feel good story," he says, grinning. "You've come a long way and you should be proud," he tells her, giving a firm nod.
Her eyebrow raises archly. "Surely there's a wager on which of you in this group knows the most people in this place? Unless everyone changes maskes each time they visit, you must recognise a lot of regulars in some way - who talks to whom, which groups keep to themselves, who only attends once, that sort of thing."
Sour in her expression, the Bunny sighs frustratedly, "Oh bother, another man with pedestrian tastes. Fine then, Doe, have him, though he smells not of society if I have a nose for it.
Doe nods to one of the staff in attendance for their party, who pours a glass of wine and hands in to you. Reclining back further into the couch, deer cheerily replies. [B]"I'll take my chances, dear. But sir, you would hope to pursue me for a year?! Perhaps let us get through an evening first. Though a year suggests persistence, you are not yet accepted as a suitor. Your know of mythology suggests you are an educated man, and your stature suggests a life of activity, if not necessarily military service. Tell me, Heracles, the tale of your younger years."
As the words escape her lips, the music quiets and the lights begin to dim. One of the other ladies, the one masquerading as the owl, squeals with glee. "Oh, the next act is about to begin!" Doe places her hand on your knee, "You will stay with me, young Heracles?"
Mr. Beagle looks back and forth between the two ladies. ”My, we have found ourselves in rare company - one seeks to know of all the masked people present, the other two duel with them. As we mentioned before, we've not going to know too many of the people here. That said, I can punch out a couple interesting faces. That group of men over there, I don’t know them all, but two of them are MPS in the House of Commons - Henry Northcote and William Brymer. We briefly had business dealings with Mr. Brymer a couple years ago, it did not end well. The other is the fancifully dressed table. Every time we have been in, there has been a group sitting there, as dynamically costumed as this eve. And though the composition has varied, each time the brunette in the porcelain mask has been part of the group. They don't tend to interact anyone outside their own company, except the master of the House.” Having a sip of his wine, he continues, ”Now, Miss Duelist, I do recall two weeks ago there were a pair of women whose performance included both fire dancing and blade work. Perhaps Lord Edrington could arrange a challenge between you and one of them?”
Following Mr. Beagle's direction towards the group of men, you note Mr. Terrier is staring intently. A look that might best suggest the memory of a foul taste stands on his lips. Realizing everyone is looking at him, he adjusts his coat and speaks. ”I know one of the younger men over there, Viscount Wolcott Landringham.” Looking at Scarlet, he muses, ”He might be a good adversary for you, if he can be convinced to cross blades with the fairer sex - until recently he served as a major in Her Majesty's 3rd cavalry, and his skill with the saber is quite well known.” The words escaping Mr Terrier’ss lips cary a tone of scorn or disdain with them.
You have little time to react though, as the music quiets and the lights begin to dim. Mr. Beagle pours wine for everyone as he announces, ”oh, ah, the next performance must be about to begin. Surely you ladies will enjoy this show in our company?”
Faun tucks her head down and to the side as she smiles, and her cheeks turn rosy with blush. "Thank you, you are kind sir. It is strange how different I feel, Edrington has brought out something, though admittedly the disguise helps. I actually catered to my old employer and his mistress shortly after we opened, for a whole night, he had not the faintest sign of recognition. Of course, he was happy to be away from his shrew of a wife, so I imagine that may have helped as well. Still, he tipped me well do my service that night. It was so strange." The music begins to quiet and some of the lights fade. "They will be starting the next performance shortly, can I get you anything else before it starts?"
John accepts the glass with a grateful smile, then offers it to Doe saying, "If we are to share a cup then, please, the lady first."
When she questions him about his timeline he chuckles and answers, "well, I would hope the pursuit wouldn't require a year, but as you seem even fairer than your namesake I didn't dare presume that you'd be easier to capture."
As the music begins, the handsome man moves closer to the beautiful woman. "I could hardly abandon the pursuit so soon, could I?" he jokes, leaning in close enough that she can hear him over the other noises, and feel his breath on her neck. And, you are, of course, correct in guessing I learned mythology in my education; classics were a part of the curriculum both in boarding school and at university. In those years I also attended all the typical parties and events of society. My first labor was to journey to the Caribbean and return, which was beautiful and perilous and something I don't hesitate to recommend. My second labor was to see the darkness beyond the stars and find some manner of beauty there, which was more challenging than it sounds. But I must say, this third labor certainly seems the most enticing yet."
"What about you, though, what adventures led a beautiful young lady to become an uncapturable hind, and then a goddess of mercy?"
As she is addressed, she perks up more lively, perhaps indicating that the conversation has turned somewhat more appealing to her. It is all a ruse.
"One could only hope, sir," she will voice with the sound of a smile from behind her mask. She will raise her glass in salute to Mr. Beagle's kindness.
She had noticed the foulness of Mr. Terrier's look toward the Viscount. She attempts to discern what he exactly indicates by his words. Perhaps a lost challenge to the Viscount himself? What does she know of him? Was he a friend to her father's, or her uncle?
She will clap lightly in reaction to the start of new music.
"Only if I may partake of some of these delicacies," she will answer their invitation by looking toward their trays of food nearby. Scarlet wishes to be level-headed, and the more food she eats, the less she will feel her alcohol.
Lucia listens carefully as Mr. Beagle names two of the MPs, and tries to think if she can remember anything about them or their business dealings.
She then turns her attention to the unnamed lady in the porcelain mask, but without a name there doesn't seem to be much she can tell about her. The Viscount Landringham is a name she might know: her uncle is in the Army and may have crossed paths with him.
She raises her glass politely at the invitation. "I should be glad to remain in your company for the next event. Thank you for the invitation."
In truth, she is sligthly uneasy - what obligations, real or perceived, are they potentailly accepting if they sit with these men and drink their wine? She looks at Scarlet, trying to see if the otehr woman shares her concerns.
Both Scarlet and Lucia searched their memories for any knowledge regarding the two MPs, but find themselves sorely lacking. With regards to Mr. Beagle's words on the matter, Scarlet has far more insight - his reaction suggests something unpleasant, and yet carries little hate or vitriol, and almost has a hint of humor to it. For some reason Shakespeare's ‘Comedy of Errors’ comes to mind.
On the matter of the viscount, both the ladies minds are far more fruitful. The event itself may have been a blur, yet among the many faces of officers who attended her father's funeral, Scarlet is quite positive the viscount was among them. In her past life, Lucia had been attentive of all the prospective suitors at society events. Viscount Landringham was definitely a worthwhile prospect, and frequent talk in the ladies’ salons. Yet as of her last bit of knowledge, he was not betrothed to anyone.
Mr. Terrier’s dislike for the viscount is something of a mystery, though likely has to do with their time in the Queen's service together. After dismissing your thought of a failed challenge as Mr. Terrier himself said he had little skill with the blade, you begin to wonder what circumstance could lead to bad blood between a logistics officer and front line Calvaryman.
As you both ponder your thoughts, Mr. Beagle cheerily replies to Scarlet’s last comment, ”But of course, you must partake in the delicacies thusly laid out. Is there anything else we can have brought forth? Garcon! Bring on some more delectables for our guests to enjoy. Thank you!”
”Oh my, Heracles, that silver tongue of yours is going to get you into trouble.’ Doe coily responds. ”Tell me, what did you learn staring into the darkness? It sounds rather tragic.” She pauses to hear your response, before offering her own to your question. ”My journey is similar to that of many others of my station. Born of exceptional stock into a life of means and status, I was granted an education by the finest tutors. My travels with my family have seen me to several distant locals within the empire and, though my heart, or at least a part of it, remains in Paris. I have had many suitors, though none that have kept me engaged long enough to win my hand. Are you up for the challenge?”
A smile on her face, Faun nods and offers a small bow. ”By your leave my Lord, I will attend to a few things during this next performance. I hope that you will enjoy it, and should you need anything in the meantime, you need only bring that bell.” She gestures towards a button mounted on the side of the table that you had not yet noticed to this point. Turning, she departs from your perch and disappears across the room.
As the lighting fades even lower, a slow, rhythmic drumbeat begins to echo through the hall. After several loops of its pattern, a lone violin joins in, and several braziers near the stage come alight. Slowly, a woman, perhaps barely into her twenties, lovely and authentic, with flowing waves of dark auburn hair moves onto the stage, her feet gliding in unison with the music. Her grace tells the tale of a young lady, new to the world, exploring its beauty. Her pace is relaxed, her movements fluid, and the performance gives an anticipation of hope.
Thus enters the second performer, a man, young, lean, and rugged, with shaggy blonde hair and a clean shaven chiseled face. The pair encounter each other, their steps and the music are tentative at first, but evolve into a lively affair, suggesting the birth of young love. They move in time, love and laughter embodied in their pace.They move from end to end, exploring the stage as lovers caught in a great romance.
When a third performer emerges, another man, of similar build, but with an olive complexion and near black hair. He encounters the other man, and they embrace as friends or brothers. With a flit of joyous laughter, the blonde man departs, and the new arrival’s eyes fall upon the lady across the stage. As they do, the music falls into a lull, with only the slow rhythm of the drum still beating. Her eyes find his, and as the music begins to reemerge, it carries a dark urgency to it, as the young woman is drawn, seemingly entranced, to her new suitor. The pair move in unison, but whereas with the first she was gentle and shy, these two dance with passion and desire, and the pounding music stirs the heart fire, building further...
Leading the first man back to the stage. With a loud crescendo, the dancing comes to an abrupt halt, the three performers looking amongst each other. The two men close, and come to blows, thrusting, grabbing, wrestling, pitting their might against one another. The young lady moves in, trying to intervene, and the three bodies play out a dynamic performance of anger, fury, fear, and shame. As though by accident, the blonde man casts off the young woman, sending her sprawling across the stage. The two men draw short daggers, slashing at one another. Their vestments shredded by the keen steel, they both tear off the remnants of their shirts, revealing bare flesh kissed by the trickle of blood.
Slowly, the woman rises from the stage. Still shaken, she tries to find her way back to the melee. Overcome by fear, she seems as though about to turn away, when instead she enters into the fray once again. Like a tempest, she moves between the men, deflecting their blows meant for one another. In several moments, she has also taken both their blades. They come to the realization as they prepare for a final strike at each other, and their eyes find her, standing back and between them. Broken, both men step toward her, seeking her hand. Yet she gifts them instead with their own blades, as you see metal bite into the flesh of each man’s abdomen. Falling back aghast, you see each man clutch at their wound, seemingly not believing what has just transpired, and draw forth their knives from their own bodies. Slowly, each collapses to his knees, then the floor, as the music finds its final notes.
Scarlet is reminded of a time in her youth when she could go up to anyone and say anything. Egypt and Arabia were both different than London. Society and rules play a huge impact that had been trained out of her in grueling processes. While she is as on-guard as Lucia, part of her wants to relax and let down her guard.
Lucia perhaps felt like, for the first time in a long time, she had to be on certain behavior. Those rigid rules of "proper society" were as harsh as they were necessary. Some may view Lucia as being in a cage of poverty, but really, Scarlet too was caged from being herself 100% of the time. Briefly, as Scarlet reaches for some food, she is reminded of her desire to be herself as she once was in Arabia and Egypt, but restrains herself--being proper. There is little to no indication of her internal struggle. Lucia will, however, pick up on her comfort there, as if she could relax and enjoy a show with her old friend.
As the music starts up, Scarlet turns in her chair to better see the performance. The last one held such secrets that this one even at the first drum beat, catches her attention. She doesn't care if the men in their presence take the opportunity to view her elegant frame as she suspects of their behavior, but she keeps only enough of her peripheral vision upon them to know if they get up and move. The rest of her attention is on the unique performance.
With childlike fascination, she is enthralled by more than what is seen on the surface. Her eyes study the woman and the men. Their body language can communicate much more than what meets the eye. Was the woman actually skilled in blades? Are the blades spring-loaded to retract upon impact? Does she know of these performers? Do they have connection to the Russian theme? She wishes to know this mystery as well.
As it ends, she of course, will clap for the performers. Her eyes will set back to their hosts to see what they thought of both the performance and what they saw.
”Tell me, what did you learn staring into the darkness? It sounds rather tragic.”
John leans back a little and looks into the young woman's eyes as he contemplates how to answer her question. He lets out just a hint of chuckle and the wistfulness on his face melts into a soft smile. Then he leans back in and answers, "I gained the wisdom of Solomon..."
'vanity of vanities; all is vanity'
"...'a man hath no better thing under the sun, than to eat, and to drink, and to be merry'. Although, for some reason I now find my thoughts drawn to other words of his... wasn't there something about a doe, or pair of twin roe... I'm sure it will come to me later."
"I have had many suitors, though none that have kept me engaged long enough to win my hand. Are you up for the challenge?”
what am I trying to accomplish here... I don't need to win her heart, where would that even go... she's not likely to marry a commoner, even a wealthy one, and even if she were, not one haunted by dark powers I expect... no, I'm supposed to be investigating... be provocative enough to keep her interest, but not so much that she's offended, and see if you can learn anything important...
"I enjoy a challenge," the handsome barrister answers, "and I've never been lacking in stamina." He falls quiet for a moment while they watch the visceral dance play out. As the performance crescendos towards violence, he quietly and playfully asks, "are any of those many other suitors skulking here tonight, ready to draw steel should I succeed at inflaming your passions?"
You notice, though the gentlemen do have at least a cursory eye on you and Lucia, they two seem captured by the performance. As for the performance itself, it is indeed masterfully crafted choreography. The music lacks vocals to tell a specific story, and the arrangements vary between a British pastoral styling at the beginning, evolving into a more complex French orchestral arrangement, so you find little to connect it to the Russian piece earlier. While much of the dance/combat is more artistic than functional, you note that both the men, and the woman when she takes the blades, have at least some skill level with arms. To your shock, and perhaps horror, the knives appear to be both genuine weapons, and you see the steel of their edges penetrate both men’s bare flesh, and the rosy ooze of flowing blood as the blades pull back out.
Your companions’ reactions are divided - Mr. Beagle is thoroughly engaged at the end of the performance, first erupting in a shocked gasp, then honest applause. Mr. Terrier is attentive to the performance, though you catch him twice staring at the Viscount Landringham. At the end of the performance you note his hesitant applause, as he seems unsure how to react as four staff members come onto the stage and carry out the two male dancers.
Doe looks at you, a bemused smile on her lips. ”A pair of roe, is it? My, Heracles, you are both a scholar, and a devil. I fear now you are trying to seduce me with your biblical knowledge. I am a good Christian woman, you would not besmirch me so…” She says most playfully. ”On the other hand, the Goddess Artemis is my patron, so perhaps I am a heathen, and our little hunt is on!”
You ask your question about suitors during a brief slowing of the music mid performance, to which she purses her lips and nods toward the five gentlemen of mixed age. ”The younger gentleman over there, ‘Ole Wolly’. Viscount Wolcott Landringham, that is. A military officer and junior member of the House of Lords...and a cad. A most dubious gentleman, if one can be described thusly.”
As the performance ends, the group of women gasp at the conclusion, a couple outright shrieking, one feinting, Doe clutching onto you tightly, and, somewhat disturbingly, the Raven laughing.
Lucia watches her companions as best she can to see their reactions, but the sheer viscerl quality of the performance draws her in despite herselfl. Is that real blood?! It seems to be more realistic than could possibly be achieved by red paint.
Her drink languishes forgotten in her hand, until the performance finally ends when she drains it at a gulp, trying to find some release of the tension that has been holding her. Like Scarlet, she applauds the performers with an enthusiasm that is real.
Scarlet does clap, but there is a deep conviction within her heart in remaining there still. She needs the comfort of her friend Lucia, as well as those she trusts. Slowly she will stand as the applause begins to die down. With a masked smile, she cants her head and curtseys.
"Gentlemen, you have truly been a worthwhile company for us. You have woo'ed us with your wine and wise words. Consider us charmed. As I stated earlier, we are here with friends. It would be rude of us to tarry any longer, despite their clear infatuation with the company of the room..." she will gesture toward the men of their group. "Perhaps at a future date, we will meet in less veiled circumstances."
She will bow her head slightly and looking to Lucia as if to say, "time to go", she will return gracefully toward her previous seating arrangement. Once out of earshot of the men, and the music perhaps restarting, she will whisper to Lucia in a trembling, fearful voice, "They killed those two men...I swear it. If not...I will be amazed. They are at the very least, horribly wounded."