The Great Game: A Fallen London RP (Started, closed)

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"Could I ask something of you, should Viola happen to wake whilst we're at the site, could you send someone to go get us please?"

"Of course, I'll send the watchman, its not like anyone's found this place yet, and the workshop is pretty close by," she stopped pacing "Do you really think you'll find evidence of sabotage? I'm sorry that's a stupid question, let me know if you do though."

She walked over towards Viola's still form, improvement was slow but steady. It would only be an hour or two now, perhaps three at the most, before she was fully revived.

"Dat's 'im," the urchin said. "Can I leav' now?" Even though he said that, he held out his hand, hoping to receive more coins.

Melissa placed her bags either side of her and stretched her arms high above her head with a sigh as she looked at the filthy little mutt before her. When she lowered them she had a friendly smile on her face. As she began to speak she flicked 2 coins she'd had in her sleeve into her 'gracious' guide's hand.
"So you're the one the guy entering The Great Game wants dead." She didn't bother adding in any details, saying each word casually "Well, I wouldn't have the faintest clue why, you **** his daughter or something?" how she was speaking didn't match the friendly and sociable demeanor she had taken, which would have been fairly off putting.
"Anyway, some bitch in the carnival has decided you're just a big big lovely guy and sent me here to move you before your blood starts running down the gutter. Feel free to stay though, to be honest she seemed like a bit of a know it all. Kind of bugged me." Melissa had gone off on a tangent. At this point she couldn't really give a shit though.

"So, I have it good authority that the agents said guy who wants you torn into thin strips sent to the carnival are gone. Want me to escort you there?"

"So, I have it good authority that the agents said guy who wants you torn into thin strips sent to the carnival are gone. Want me to escort you there?"

Katz looked at her, clearly very confused and a little bit frightened, though he tried to hide it. The urchin that had guided her snatched up the coins and darted off, around the two of them a few Raggedy men turned to watch, something interesting might be about to happen.

"I'm s-sorry who are you?" he looked at her, trying to remember if he'd seen her before, he hadn't but the way she was looking at him scared him "Who sent y-you?"

He considered the comment regarding the carnival "Wait so R-Rosemary is worried about me, I c-c-can handle myself you know, she doesn't need to mother me so much," he said with false and rather transparent bravado.

"So are you gonna shtick aroun' for another round?"
"No, I have business. Now to fulfill a personal promise." Cyprus tested the weight of his bottle, and slammed it with all his force against the back of the drunks head. Managed to crack the bottle, and made a very satisfying noise. Cyprus smiled,
"Next rounds on me. Again" and threw the rest of the money to the bartender, and before walking out, he slammed the bottle on the drunks head again, shattering it.
"There we go...." And with that, he left the bar, making his way towards the Hill. He'd let the Clayman help Allen if he needed it, best Cyprus work on his own anyhow. He whistled a small, catchy tune on his way.

"There we go...." And with that, he left the bar, making his way towards the Hill. He'd let the Clayman help Allen if he needed it, best Cyprus work on his own anyhow. He whistled a small, catchy tune on his way.

Behind him the patrons of the medusa's head were too busy taking up his offer of another round to care much about their drunken compatriot, who was amazingly still conscious and wondering what he did to upset his 'beshtesht friend'. The Absinthe churned uncomfortably in his and Cyprus's stomachs and their vision swam briefly, they would both have nightmares tonight if nothing else.

"Wait so R-Rosemary is worried about me, I c-c-can handle myself you know, she doesn't need to mother me so much."

Melissa reached out a slender hand and took hold of Katz', tugging him closer gently. They were so close they were nearly touching. She leaned forward closely, her beautiful pale skin so close to his cheek as she whispered "I haven't been around this city very long... To be honest I'd really like someone to talk to and I'm a little scared." she placed a hand softly on his chest as she spoke "Everything is strange and everybody looks at me funny... I know you're fine on your own. But would you mind coming with me anyway? I don't want to get lost..." Melissa pulled back and was slightly blushed and a little teary. She was obviously just an immature girl acting tough. "Please?"

As Melissa waited for a response she took her bags off the ground, she seemed to strain a little bit as she did so.
Melissa figured that little display should feed the little mutt's ego, the smelly little ****.

Ptolemy was lost. He sighed, and glared about in the neathy snow and the moonish light. He lashed his tail angrily, and ran up the street. There were few people in the part of the city, and no hansoms to be had for love or for money.

Eventually, asking everyone he came across, he oriented himself. He'd never been to this part of the city before, but he'd seen it on maps. The way to Watchmaker's Hill was easy enough, and he could get back to Veilgarden from there.

He was cold, wet, and annoyed when he arrived. Abandoned by his companion, lost, and covered in neathy snow. A bad day, all around. He was close to just writing off the entire adventure as a loss when he saw him.
The bloody abstracted sellsword.
But a companion, even one so... uncompanionable, would be welcome.

Ptolemy scampered up before him, and stood erect. "'allo." he said wryly. "You appear to be alone. Care for a spot of company? My companion seems to have abdicated his duty." His teeth were gritted to the point of nearly shattering, but he managed to get it out.

"You appear to be alone. Care for a spot of company? My companion seems to have abdicated his duty."
Perhaps it was the booze, the journey, or the lack of any stimulating none slurred speech, but he decided having a pet rat might be nice for awhile. At least until he decided he wouldn't be useful, then he'd pawn the little thing off to the nearest person he could.
"Sure, I see no reason not too." Cyprus bent down on one knee, and put his hand next to Ptomely, so he can climb up to his shoulder or wherever he wanted to reside.
"You know of my job, correct? We are to recruit the Duelist Francis Wolf."

The man, surprisingly, agreed, and knelt down for Ptolemy to climb up. He scurried up the tomb-colonist's arm, and settled on his shoulder, standing upright. "Thank you kindly. Running even thus far liked to have killed me."
"You know of my job, correct? We are to recruit the Duelist Francis Wolf." the man said, starting onwards once Ptolemy was settled.
"No, I only saw the name on the letter. My companion chose our job. Would you kindly enlighten me as to the nature of our objective? Just a brief overview would be fine."

"Everything is strange and everybody looks at me funny... I know you're fine on your own. But would you mind coming with me anyway? I don't want to get lost..."

Her sudden change caught him off guard, and made him even more confused, although much less frightened. He relaxed somewhat and noticing how the Raggedy men were watching them he pulled a dead rat out of a pocket and hurled it off into the distance, several of them howled and chased after it, others laughed and watched the impromptu race.

"There, is that better? Look I'll come with you just don't cry ok?" he was shifting uncomfortably where he stood, the girl still seemed a little unstable to him, but he figured he could take care of himself.

He reached out to see if she would hold his hand so he could lead her across the roofs and rope bridges that formed the Flit.

"No, I only saw the name on the letter. My companion chose our job. Would you kindly enlighten me as to the nature of our objective? Just a brief overview would be fine."
Cyprus was pleasantly surprised at the rats vocabulary. It didn't fit the accent, either. Perhaps he was raised in a library? Or that Rubbery man was into literature. He guessed the former.
"Yes, the duelist was frequenting an establishment called Medusas head. I learned from there that he gathered spiders,l and was last seen here by the customers. And now we either find him, or find somebody else who has seen him. This is starting to remind me of my constable days...."

"Thank you, fine students," Collin said, "Your professor will be back in no time! Unless he is dead, in which case, I am deeply sorry for your loss."

With that, Collin started to march out the room, heading straight to Frederick's office. Collin put his hand on the door knob, trying to turn it, ready to look over every square inch of the room for any clues.

Ptolemy was pleasantly surprised by the man's civility. Typically, once Ptolemy laid into someone like he had earlier, they were never going to be civil again.
"This is starting to remind me of my constable days...."
"Hmmm, a constable? Interesting." He filed the information away for future reference. "As for the Medusa's Head, I know of the place. It has a certain je ne se quois several compatriots of mine enjoy. Useful for meetings, if not for a civil conversation. And as for the spiders.." he shuddered. "Spiders are nearly as bad as cats. Nasty things. At least there can't be that many people hunting them. He should be fairly easy to find, methinks. Lay on, Macduff!"

He reached out to see if she would hold his hand so he could lead her across the roofs and rope bridges that formed the Flit.

Melissa gave a small smile and put her handbag over her shoulder, taking his fairly dirty hand with her now free clean one. "We better hurry, unlike the people bearing down on your position I wasn't hired because I'm dangerous... Quite frankly I'm amazed I found you first and so easily. So we better hurry..." Melissa seemed embarrassed and worried.

However she was actually remembering that she didn't hear anyone talk about taking this guy as an assignment at all. At least that she heard anyway. "Maybe I'll get paid for both. That'd be nice." Melissa thought to herself, her expression remaining the same. She still wasn't very impressed with the young man's level of hygiene though.

"Hmmm, a constable? Interesting."
"Not as much as one would think, unfortunately. It's mostly paperwork, and dealing with urchins. Half of the arrests don't matter as they brake out anyways. Most of the damn city was pretty much restricted to us..."

"As for the Medusa's Head, I know of the place. It has a certain je ne se quois several compatriots of mine enjoy. Useful for meetings, if not for a civil conversation. And as for the spiders.."
Cyprus could feel the rat trembling on his shoulder. Felt odd enough to warrant a worried glance.

"Spiders are nearly as bad as cats. Nasty things. At least there can't be that many people hunting them. He should be fairly easy to find, methinks. Lay on, Macduff!"
Cyprus nodded, and continued moving through the streets. His destination was the observatory, a place full of blind people. He wasn't quite sure how much help they could be, or if he was allowed to ask whether or not they had seen Francis. Might seem impolite.
"I started this adventure with a Clayman and a man named Allen. Shall we wait for them when we get there?"

"Not as much as one would think, unfortunately. It's mostly paperwork, and dealing with urchins. Half of the arrests don't matter as they brake out anyways. Most of the damn city was pretty much restricted to us..." the man said as he walked on.
"Bloody urchins. They aren't all bad, but many of them are a blight on the city. Pickpockets, thieves and eavesdroppers, mostly." Ptolemy said with distaste. He was still rather annoyed by his run-in earlier that day.

"I started this adventure with a Clayman and a man named Allen. Shall we wait for them when we get there?" the man asked him.
"Hm. If you'd like. I'm not much help in a fight, so a clay man would likely be of great use."

Ptolemy recognized the streets they were on, now. He'd been this way with Rubbery several times. They seemed to be heading towards the Observatory, but he could be wrong.

"Where are we heading, if I may be so bold as to ask?"

"Hm. If you'd like. I'm not much help in a fight, so a clay man would likely be of great use."
"Yes, yes, I remember from earlier. You brandished what looked to be a sowing needle at me." Cyprus gave a halfhearted smile, not sure whether to proceed or not. They COULD find him here, but of course there was the chance the others would be lead to different locations. Did Cyprus want to wait very much? No. No he didn't.
"Where are we heading, if I may be so bold as to ask?"
"The Observatory. He was last seen heading there. I think we shouldn't wait, we could catch him here and now. I doubt there will be violence, however." Cyprus sounded stoic about the situation. He didn't care whether or not he got into a fight, though even in his current state he was dangerous. Maybe moreso.

"Yes, yes, I remember from earlier. You brandished what looked to be a sowing needle at me." the man said with a forced smile.
"Be wary what you say of my needle. I am standing quite close to your eyes." Ptolemy said with a laugh.

"The Observatory. He was last seen heading there. I think we shouldn't wait, we could catch him here and now. I doubt there will be violence, however." the man said, beginning to sound more determined, it seemed to Ptolemy.
"Fair enough. Sounds good to me. We can meet up with the others at a later date."

Which reminded him of the surface bitch. He tensed up slightly thinking about her. Where does she get off, scaring Rubbery like that? She's lucky he didn't decide to rip her jaw off.

"Be wary what you say of my needle. I am standing quite close to your eyes."
"The wise words of someone who wants to stay in the coat pocket." Cyprus said, half humorous, half deadly serious. Ptomely was a very lucky rat to not know how many goldfish had died under the care of a young Cyprus.
"Fair enough. Sounds good to me. We can meet up with the others at a later date."
"Eh, I'd prefer to work alone... Alone-ish in this case though." Cyprus glanced at his companion again, tensed up and looking deep in thought. Was that a hint of malice in his eyes? Cyprus smiled.

Ptolemy and his new companion (Did we ever introduce ourselves? I don't believe so. Oh well.) meandered up the hill, lapsing into silence. It didn't take very long to reach the Observatory. The man may be dead, but wasn't slow anyways.

The Observatory lay before them. Ptolemy'd only been here once. The place gave him the creeps.
"Well, here we are. Let's see if anyone knows anything..." Ptolemy said, standing erect once more.

Arreck had established his backup plan, if they couldn't locate Francis, there was a chance he would hear of Arreck and seek them out instead. Unfortunately, as fast as rumours traveled, Francis was unlikely to suddenly pop out of the woodwork anytime soon. A quick scan of the pub informed Arreck that Allen was still yet to return and Cyprus was nowhere to be seen. "Did he grow bored or has he found something?" mused Arreck aloud. The three of them were looking for the same person but they had all chosen different paths to seek him out, Arreck supposed that gave them a greater chance of success. Still, it was probably a good idea to try and keep up to date on his companions' movements. Unsure of who would be best to ask, Arreck finally settled on approaching the bartender.

"Excuse me, I was travelling with a tomb colonist, the one who threatened your patrons with a gun. I believe he has left your establishment, do you know where he was headed?"

Collin

The door was locked, but opened easily once the key the students had given him was used. It swung open to reveal a small windowless room. Bookshelves lined the walls and were overflowing, bits of paper stuck out between the books, such as notes and drawings. Several stone tablets inscribed with various odd symbols lined another wall, a couple buckets of water sat near them in case a fire broke out. Finally there was the man's desk; it was surprisingly clean compared to the clutter of the rest of the room, with only a few books and papers strewn about. Pinned to the wall over the desk was a map of the forgotten quarter; a few locations were circled and dated, the last spot was dated to a few days ago.

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Melissa

"We better hurry, unlike the people bearing down on your position I wasn't hired because I'm dangerous... Quite frankly I'm amazed I found you first and so easily. So we better hurry..."

Katz smiled slightly and led the way, taking a much faster route back to the carnival than the one the Urchin had led her along. However, he made sure to set a pace that she would be able to keep up with.

As they walked Katz turned to her to try and ask some questions, he was still very confused.

"So who did you say sent you? And why does Rosemary think I'm in danger?" he said, slowing the pace somewhat in case she was out of breath.

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Arreck

"Excuse me, I was travelling with a tomb colonist, the one who threatened your patrons with a gun. I believe he has left your establishment, do you know where he was headed?"

The bartender glanced up, at him and shrugged. "He was talking to that Zailor over there, the one with a bleeding head. I think he said something about heading off to the hill; you could probably still catch him if you hurried."

A bit further down the bar the friendly drunk had pressed a thick cloth to staunch the bleeding and called for more booze to deal with the pain. He probably wouldn't remain concious for much longer.

Forythia followed Collin and entered the office as soon as the student opened it. The thing that struck was not the stone tablets with their old symbols, not the water buckets but the map pinned to the wall. All the other items in the room were irrelevant. If this scholar had disappeared in the Forgotten Quarter, then this was a clear link back to him. Turning to the student, she said a quiet, "Thank you for your assistance." and went back to her thoughts. Collin would probably be more vocal of his, so she waited for him to come to some concise(?) conclusions.

Sam observed quietly as Travian did all the talking(and some of the cook's work as well it seemed), snatching a bottle of wine and a pastry when no one was looking.

"His office you mean? Fair enough." the chef said and told them the directions.

"Thank you Sir," Sam said, trying her best to sound like a maid- timid and shy, "Sorry to have bothered you." She then left the kitchen, "accidentally" letting in a cat. It was the same silver tabby from earlier, now carrying a large rat between it's teeth. The tabby jumped nimbly on top of the counter and deposited the dead rat into the cook's sauce when the man's back was turned.

"Nicely done." Travian smiled at his companion as the two of them made their way to Wolfgang's office. Their route twisted and turned through the inner walls of the palace and took them up and down several flights of stairs. Nothing's ever simple here is it. Travian grumbled internally.

Finally they found the office they were looking for. Travian hammered his fist against the thick wooden door.

"Any ideas for this one?" He asked Sam. Inside he could hear someone stirring.

Sam tried to memorize the twisting route and get at least some idea of the palace's layout. Just in case she needed to come here again in the future. When they finally reached the office Sam had a general idea of which part of the palace they were in but the corridors and stairs were a tangled mess in her head.

"Any ideas for this one?"

"I don't think the maid and chef deal will help us here," she said, laughing, "I think we should keep it simple and just ask him if he wants to rejoin the game. Who knows, maybe he'll jump at the opportunity. And if not, we can remind him just how dangerous the great game can be even you aren't playing it any more."

"Sure sure, your help is welcome, just keep your friends under control." Daniel shook his hand, he had a tight grip. He led him and his friends down to the spider fighting pits, Allen glanced at the cage. He saw a massive spider the size of a small wolf fighting with a smaller but faster one. "We'll go chat with some of the patrons, you go talk with the Zailor selling spiders and taking bets, if that's ok with you," Daniel said, pointing a large one eyed Zailor.

Allen nodded "That sounds fine to me Daniel, I will be back shortly." He then turned around and walked towards the sailor. The man looked dangerous. Allen made sure his revolver was ready to be used before walking up to the man. He tipped his hat with his cane, "Greetings the name is Allen. I have some questions for you, if you don't mind answering them."

"That sounds fine to me Daniel, I will be back shortly." He then turned around and walked towards the sailor. The man looked dangerous. Allen made sure his revolver was ready to be used before walking up to the man. He tipped his hat with his cane, "Greetings the name is Allen. I have some questions for you, if you don't mind answering them."

"Eh, sure why not, 'ey stop that," he yelled the last bit at a spider he had on a leash, as it reached out towards Allen, he yanked it back. "So what d' yeh need t' know? I've got all sorts of spiders t' sell if yer interested."

He indicated the various spiders he had around him, several on leashes, a few in cages elsewhere. They were much more varied in size and temperament than the ones you could pick up at the bazaar, and given the surroundings it was likely they had been trained to fight in the pit.

"I don't think the maid and chef deal will help us here," she said, laughing, "I think we should keep it simple and just ask him if he wants to rejoin the game. Who knows, maybe he'll jump at the opportunity. And if not, we can remind him just how dangerous the great game can be even you aren't playing it any more."

"Well that isn't foreboding at all." Travian said, adjusting his bandages. He could always use them to seem more imposing if need be. "Well it's your lead on this one ma'am." He was happy to play henchman for this part of the mission. Honestly he had no idea why this man would want to come back to something like the game.

"So who did you say sent you? And why does Rosemary think I'm in danger?" he said, slowing the pace somewhat in case she was out of breath.

Melissa bumped into, whatever his name was, as he suddenly slowed down. Melissa wanted to keep the variables down. "Rosemary sent me to get you. The rest we can talk about when we get there, I don't think we're safe yet."
She didn't know how he'd react to the T.E offer. Better to get Rosemary to butter him up a bit and get them both in one go. Rosemary already gave her word anyway. The mutt kid didn't seem like the kind with the initiate or balls to separate himself from Rosemary.

As they continued Melissa wondered where she could wash her clothes afterward. Apparently T.E had a place for them to stay, hopefully it wasn't grimy.

"Rosemary sent me to get you. The rest we can talk about when we get there, I don't think we're safe yet."

"Ok, that's fair. Most dangerous thing I've seen in the Flit though was a goat demon that one time, an' it left most people alone, Raggedy men can be loony but they love a bit of rat so they're easy to deal with," he started walking again, setting a brisk pace once again.

They reached a makeshift ladder leading down to the ground near the Carnival without incident. People were used to various sorts rushing about the Flit, some people would even run races across the rooftops and spires, they did so even now in spite of the cold, slippery rooftops covered in snow. Katz went down the ladder first, and offered to help Melissa down as he did so, it was a bit wobbly but held their weight well enough.

He led her into the carnival, waving to Walter as he passed him and soon brought them before Rosemary's tent, pausing briefly to pickpocket some tickets from an inattentive man. The tent was occupied by only Rosemary and her cats at the moment and Katz pushed open the flap, "After you, but you'd better answer my questions now," he said.

Collin stepped forward into the room, noticing the map and the marked spaces. While the last one would give them a starting point, his partner seemed single mindedly focused on the map itself, while the room might provide other clues.

Collin walked forward, looking at the few books and pieces of paper on the desk, and trying to open it's drawers to see if their was any other relevant clues, such as letters or instructions.

Collin

The drawers contained a variety of odds and ends. Several papers, a jar containing a small amount of water labeled 'Frost Moths', moon pearls, oddly colored pieces of glim, several relics and even a London street sign. One of the better organized drawers contained papers regarding the scheduling of devilish hunting parties and a brass hunting horn.

The books and papers on the desk were a mix of student papers to be graded, books and academic works regarding the correspondence. One paper even seemed to be a barely legible pamphlet announcing some link between it and the Name, although it seemed that Hayner had taken to using that one as a coaster for his coffee mug.

"Of course, I'll send the watchman, its not like anyone's found this place yet, and the workshop is pretty close by." The female revolutionary said, she soon stopped pacing "Do you really think you'll find evidence of sabotage? I'm sorry that's a stupid question, let me know if you do though."

"Thank you. In regards to whether or not we'll actually find anything, we shall try our best. It is better to look for something, and not find it; then not bothering to look at all, who knows what you might find in the process. Anyway, we best be off to the workshop." Kristina remarked, her words sounding insightful, if a bit confusing. After making sure that she had everything, Kristina opened the door, letting Elisa out first before closing it behind her; the pair then made their way towards the workshop.

Melissa simply crossed her arms and flatly stated "Rosemary is, as of now, working for T.E, if that means anything to you. So am I." Melissa was still blocking the exit. "If I recall, your recruitment was more a case of dead or alive." She gently caressed his arm, looking into the dirty little boy's face which had just been so assertive. "But I know you'd rather be on side wouldn't you? I think Rosemary would agree." Melissa gave a reassuring smile. "T.E even stated it doesn't need to affect your current employment." the out of place girl continued, a little sadly "If you give me trouble I think they'll just reassign me and send someone to kill you. I think this is the best option, don't you?"

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