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"Do we want to see if we can find the access to the sea from the inside before we go to the auction?" asks Bécacine of her companions. "Might be a good idea- I like to know our escape routes in case we get into trouble. We might find something near the harbour that will lead back to Rineri's."
Yvon bristles at Bec's suggestion that a duel would be best handled by Gisele or Arnaud. "Madame, I think there is no one in our small band more appointed to win a place in the gentlemen's club than I." He rattles his sabre briefly, "I don't carry this for show, after all." When the women have left, he grabs Arnaud and wanders over to see Saul. "What's to you in such a great mood tonight? Something special planned?"
Yvon sifts through the contents of the wallet, dividing the money between Bec and Gisele. "We need to look like we're wealthier than we are- new clothes and decent fake jewellery with this stuff. Also, did Saul seem...cheerful to anyone else? That seems odd..."
Yvon wanders across the room to Becacine. He slips his arm under her elbow, "Well my dear, we should be be off." He bows his head to M. Renier, "We shall return tonight to see your auction." Yvon steps out of the shop loudly and with a bit of flair, drawing Becacine with him, trying hard to draw eyes. Hopefully it provides cover for the others to follow. He heads back to the Goblin.
Yvon throws a quick glance at the guard before pulling out "his" wallet. He leans closer to Giselle-"There's a locked chest over there, it has one strange scratches around it, but I'm not sure what they mean. Let me know what you think." Yvon then rummages the procured wallet for interesting content.
Yvon smirks as Becacine works over Rineri. He keeps a wary eye on the guard, but hopes that the spectacle keeps his mind away from hostile thoughts.
Yvon examines the locked cabinet, trying to determine if the cabinet itself may have made the scratches. He is still careful not to touch anything, though. He doesn't trust this place. If he overhears the conversation between Renier and Nicolas, he nudges Becacine- "See if you can't get us invited to the auction, I want to know who's buying these paintings."
Yvon browses the merchandise, looking closely but not touching anything. He keeps a wary eye on the armed man, trying to discern what he thinks the group are up to. He's not quite sure what to make of this place...
Yvon sneers at the exotic merchandise, looking at the grotesque objects with some disdain. "Art, eh? What some people will waste good money on..." His hand reflexly touches his sword. "Well, shall we?" He motions to the ladies, holding the door.
"The soirée sounds wonderful," Yvon states, sarcasm edging his words, "but I'm afraid we have some business to attend to at the moment. Unless my female companions would prefer us to attend?" Yvon looks meaningfully at Becacine, trying to gauge her reaction.
Yvon will step forward, fingeringg his sword with an elaborate flourish. "Easy now, mon ami, we need to talk."
At the gesturing of the ladies, Yvon notices the oncoming encounter and wanders over to where the dropped the cigars, promptly taking one up if it looks like its still good. He then moves a hand to his belted sword and looks to outflank the goons.
"Sleep, eat, then question Rineri." Yvon grunts on his way to a bed.
"Bah, we'll need it in the morning- to replace these clothes at least." He looks to Nicolas' ruined suit and his eyes linger on the ladies tattered outfits."We will need to presentable for tomorrow's endeavors."
Yvon ragards both the ladies as they discuss the items found. "Hmph. We can question the art dealer, see if he knows anything about these Illi-Thu mentalists. Seems like their inner circle might have some monsters in thir midst- monsters with tentacles and answers..."
Knowledge local Yvon looks askew at Nicholas. "Illith-who? Some kind of shadow organization?" He turns to Becacine-"it would appear we have an art dealer to visit." He bends down and takes one of the masterwork daggers, offering the other to Gisele as spoils. "Arnaud, I expect you'd make best use of that pistol."
Yvon steps in, prodding the seemingly dead thing with the tip of his sword. "What the hell was that?" he says, scowling.
Yvon tucks his expended pistol away, drawing his sword. He moves to interpose his bulk between the Thing and the women, appreciative of Becacine's compliments.
Yvon tries the ladder again.
This time successfully, likely just in time watch Arnaud sink like a stone...
Yvon tucks his pistol away and attempts the ladder.
Yvon slowly stumbles past the crumbling architecture, drawing his pistol. He keeps an eye and ear trained down the passages for any sign of conflict between Arnaud and the villain.
Yvon follows Arnaud's lead, chasing the fleeing villain north. .
Acrobatics The crumbling wall proves to be a major obstacle for the thick-set man, especially encumbered by his armor.
Yvon watches Arnaud drop into the hole after Verite. He then looks about for a lantern or torch or something before following the gunslinger. He keeps his sword in hand, sheathing only if he needs to (such as to clamber down a ladder).
Will save: Sweet, unconscious stunned and blind...
Yvon follows Arnaud into the room, eyeing the new man with the rasping, hollow voice. His hand never wavers from the hilt of his saber. "We have ties to the DeSuis family, yes. We are here on their business, as well as some of our own. You know why we're here, I assume?"
Sense motive Perception"As my accomplice here is saying, we don't want any trouble." As Giselle stands up, Yvon sets a meaty hand on the hilt of his saber and slips his other hand under his coat, resting on the butt of his pistol. Intimidate
Yvon looks around the room, turning to Nicolas, "Slim pickings in here, eh?" Perception: "Well, at least they're probably cheap!" he says, maybe a little too loud.
Yvon, falling quickly into old ways, searches the room for a whore. He waves over any likely ladies, before realizing that Nicholas seems to be about, and young... and inexperienced. If he can, he will send young Nic off with a woman, if not, he'll take her- it's easier to hear cries of alarm from the working floors anyways...
Yvon's headed in, assuming that Nicolas and Arnaud are following. He probably won't look for them until after he's secured a table, a drink and a cigar. He stuffs his pistol under his coat before entering.
Yvon looks the lady over. "We'll be lucky if half the place doesn't tear itself apart when you walk in. I'm sure there'll be no shortage of people dashing to your rescue if you need it." he pauses for second, then adds "Though we should probably work out a code word if you need real backup. I'd hate to embarrass you by breaking in just because of a few screams..."
Yvon looks the man up and own. "Yeah, a few of us should walk straight in, order a round of drinks and maybe make some noise. Can one of you play an instrument? It might be helpful to get in with the entertainment. Gisele can work her way upstairs and," he shoots Becacine a wink, "maybe this one can work her way upstairs too. Then we can search this place for the man with the hollow voice."
Yvon adds some advice to Arnaud's: "just try to keep it close to your opponent, these suckers are only accurate to about 20 feet or so. Oh, and remember, these things are loud..."
Knowledge: local Yvon will take one of the pistols and 5 shot.
At Wik Spoiler: Did I manage to scrounge a pistol and any ammo?
Yvon sees the gendarmes enter and watches the women leave through the kitchen. He thinks for a moment about the events of the evening and, deciding not to sully his reputation with accusations of murder and what not, follows promptly. "Besides," he thinks, "the streets aren't safe for two unaccompanied ladies."
Sense motive Yvon shrugs, "Seems logical. Just an easy paycheck. Sarti, you say. I buy it. You seem too dumb to hold back. Anything else you wanted to know, Nicholas?"
Yvon grunts to the ladies, then moves out to the gaming floor. He grabs one of the would-be thieves by the scruff of the neck and drags him bodily into the office. He throws the thug into a nearby chair, then removes his belt to lash the man down. This belt held his blade, which he sets down, unsheathed, on a nearby table. "I believe we have some questions for you." Yvon then lights a fresh cigar a picks up his sword.
"Haw haw! Profitable work indeed!" Yvon takes a long last drag on the cigar before snubbing into the table. "We shall have o see what this dump turns up. Something decent at least, I'm sure..." Yvon finishes his port and heads to the floor to keep an eye on his new business and the scantily clad staff.
Yvon looks the group over, frowning... "Welll, as long as it makes money, I can get behind the Goblin." he throws a suggestive wink to Helene, " Are local services on the house?"
Yvon enters the room, surveys the spread on the table and stands behind a chair. He pours himself a glass of port, but doesn't drink it. He then takes a cigar, lights it, and stands, arms crossed, at his chosen seat. "We all had losses that night," his gaze circles the room, taking in the assortment of characters who would be his partners, "but it sounds like you have little to go on. You have brought us in to help run a casino? And just hope that a lead falls into our laps?" Yvon takes a puff of his cigar and a sip of port, thinking for a moment while surveying the room again. "Does this place at least make any money?" For Wik: Did I manage to scrounge a pistol from one of the fallen thugs?
Yvon wipes off his blade on the body of the goon he cut dwn, checking to see if a pistol is still nearby. Then he works his way over to Helene, taking the assortment of others that stepped up to stop the heist. Knowledge local
If he provokes:
Yvon looks angry, and has no mercy for thugs who have interrupted his important night of meetings and gambling....
Yvon then pursues the thugs.
Yvon your in there before the start of round 3. post anytime.
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