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

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Francis withdrew his hand, but didn't shut the door. "Who sent you then? And how do I know I can trust you?" he asked him, placing his hand on his revolver. Allen quickly scanned the man's house and himself, he seemed to be quite a capable fighter. "Well I can't do anything to prove that you can trust us. But the fact that we are talking right now, and didn't shoot as soon as you opened the door should say enough. And our employer is named T.E. he seems to want to regain his power inside the great game, and for that he needs agents. People like you Francis, so are you interested? If you agree to meet him, I will personally escort you." He said with his unwavering smile, people seemed to apprentice it and find it calming.

Wolfgang shrugged. "That was it, mostly. You can go ahead and tell your employer that I'll start working for him again. Only..." he looked towards the door, it was closed, but not locked. "I do require you to prove a thing for me now, right here." He stepped in front of the door, making sure they would not leave yet. Of course, he was not particularly strong, but if he ran ahead of them, he could alert someone before the duo could escape, surely. "Are you really his agents? If you are, tell me, why did he employ you? And what did he look like? No offence to the two of you, but I need to make sure you won't give this information to the wrong people."

Travian shrugged, a little insulted. "Why does anyone employ anyone for this damn game? Because they think they'll be of some use and because their 'agent' doesn't have anything better to do?" At least that was why Travian was doing this. "As for our employer... he was dressed like a tomb colonist but didn't have the usual smell or stiffness they usually show. Maybe they were lucky with their scars, maybe it was an act, I couldn't say without forcing them to strip and I'm not one to do that in public places, especially in front of fairer company." He nodded to Sam for the last part.

"They never gave a name. Only T.E." He said flatly, there was a great limit to his patience as far as paranoia was concerned.

Palace Group

"Why does anyone employ anyone for this damn game? Because they think they'll be of some use and because their 'agent' doesn't have anything better to do?"

"As for our employer... he was dressed like a tomb colonist but didn't have the usual smell or stiffness they usually show. Maybe they were lucky with their scars, maybe it was an act, I couldn't say without forcing them to strip and I'm not one to do that in public places, especially in front of fairer company." He nodded to Sam for the last part.

"They never gave a name. Only T.E."

"T.E, huh? And a tomb colonist, that is very much like him." He thought it true, and nodded. "Fine. As soon as I know my family is safe, I'll take on a mission. Just go tell T.E. what we've talked about." He removed himself from the door, and opened it up. "I'm sorry if I seemed a bit on edge, but I have to make sure, you know. I can't say I don't look forward to a mission, though." The man waited until then had left, through the closing door they could spot him taking a seat behind the desk -after putting the chair back, of course- and started looking through the papers, if only barely paying attention to them.

Kristina soon caught up to the Snuffer as it stopped near the edge of the rooftops. It had a brief look over the side before turning to face Kristina with its knife in hand. "You could just as easily give up." The Snuffer said, mimicking the watchman's voice from before, then cast another glance to the street below, as if in anticipation for something.

As she approached, Kristina readied herself to quickly draw out her revolver in case it came to a fight; she would try and aim for a non-vital area, hoping she could slow down the Snuffer enough so she could catch him in case he dropped down from the rooftops.

"True, its entirely possible for me, to simply just walk away, and let you go about your business. But given all the stuff you've been up to, both you and I know that I can't simply just let you go free."

"Listen, if you give up, I promise not to hurt you; but you'll have to answer some question when we return. But before we do that, you'll have to drop the knife first." Kristina said in a calm tone, hoping she could get the Snuffer to comply.

Collin grabbed Forsythia by the arm and started to run the other way. In the open, they were helpless. Collin ran forward, looking for a building or alleyway he could possible enter. Collin also strained his hearing, trying to figure out how many dogs were on their trail.

"Listen, if you give, I promise not to hurt you; but you'll have to answer some question when we return. But before we do that, you'll have to drop the knife first."

"Answer some questions?" the snuffer laughed, "I'm an agent in the game myself, don't think I don't know what that entails, or perhaps you are that foolishly na´ve, I-" it stopped its taunting as it heard the sound of a cab in the street below, its eye's widened and it spun around, looking in to the street stepping dangerously close to the edge of the roof.

"You've made me miss my cab..." it said, voice starting to fill with anger, and it started to look up again eyes darting for a way out, as it began to turn back around.

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"Well I can't do anything to prove that you can trust us. But the fact that we are talking right now, and didn't shoot as soon as you opened the door should say enough. And our employer is named T.E. he seems to want to regain his power inside the great game, and for that he needs agents. People like you Francis, so are you interested? If you agree to meet him, I will personally escort you."

"T.E.? I was wondering when he would get back here, certainly I'm interested, the thrills of the Black Ribbon go stale after a time, while the Game is always fresh," he spoke now with some excitement, and opened the door wider, extending his hand to shake Allen's.

"I think there is a way you can prove yourselves to me though, there are three men hunting me, have you met them?" he continued, from his tone it was easy to tell that he already trusted them to an extent.

"I think there is a way you can prove yourselves to me though, there are three men hunting me, have you met them?"

"Short fat one with pistols, tall one with a rifle, and another Tomb Colonist with knives.?" Cyprus spoke immediately, recalling their appearances as though they were there with them.

"If those are the ones, we met them in a ratty bar by the docks. I don't think I can re-enter though..." Cyprus scratched his chin, he found he liked the Duelist more than he thought he would.

Forythia covered her mouth as she saw the shadowy figure get cut down by the devils. The horns were only the prelude to murder, it seemed. Even though, thanks to her hand, no sound escaped her mouth, the devils turned back after their charge. Questions began to flood her mouth. Who was the victim? Why were the devils so intend on hunting here? Were they next? Nevertheless, she recovered her composure and stood her ground. If she was to meet her end here, in the empty streets of the Forgotten Quarter, at the devils' hands, then she would stand firm. She briefly turned to Collin, then back to the approaching hunting party. There wasn't enough time to check the corpse. Horses are surprisingly fast when they go at full pelt after all. In preparation for these brigands, she snatched the horsehead amulet from her neck and clutched it, her finger circling the carved eye. Even now, it brought solace to her. Forsythia took a deep breath and made her stand, come what may.

"T.E.? I was wondering when he would get back here....while the Game is always fresh." He said sounding exited and opened the door, he then extended his hand which Allen's shook. "I think there is a way you can prove yourselves to me though, there are three men hunting me, have you met them?" He asked, it was obvious he had lowered his guard.

"Short fat one with pistols, tall one with a rifle, and another Tomb Colonist with knives.?" Cyprus said before Allen could respond, he glanced over his shoulder at Cyprus who continued. "If those are the ones...I don't think I can re-enter though..." Cyprus said scratching his chin.

Allen looked back at the duelist, he had a pretty good guess what he had to do. "I am guessing you want us to take care of them? As in make sure they never come for you again?" Allen asked casually, he clearly had no problem with this subject.

"Answer some questions?" The Snuffer asked rhetorically, failing to stifle a laugh soon after. "I'm an agent in the game myself, don't think I don't know what that entails, or perhaps you are that foolishly naive, I-" The taunting soon stopped as the sound of a cab passed them by on the streets below, as the Snuffer spun around, looking down upon the street, its feet precariously close to the edge. The Snuffer spun back around to face Kristina.

"You've made me miss my cab..." It said sounding angry at missing its escape. The Snuffer soon began to take look of his surroundings, no doubt trying to find another way flee from Kristina as it turn back around. Seeing her chance to detain the Snuffer, Kristina quietly crept up behind it, and then put it in a choke-hold, restraining its arms and head, causing the Snuffer to loosen its grip on the knife, as it soon fell onto the streets below.

"Oh dear, what a shame. By the way, don't you dare call me naive; I was simply trying to be nice to you, see if we could settle this matter without resorting to violence. But unfortunately, you've forced my hand." Kristina remarked, her voice sounding fierce.

"So, what do you say, ready to submit now?"

"My names Agatha, do you need me to lie on the table or would," she grimaced and inhaled in pain, "or would the floor work?"

"The floor should be fine for now Agatha," She replied smiling, "Now, try not to move, if you do it'll only make things worse."

Viola returned with a few bits of cloth in various states of cleanliness, "Sorry, most of these are pretty dirty, but it was the best I could find."

"It will do," She said and thanked the young bomb maker.

Keeping one hand over the wound she rummaged through the towels searching for one that was the cleanest. She found one that had seen better days, but compared to the others it only had a modicum of dirt on it. The doctor quickly removed her hand from the wound and pressed the towel onto it and told Agatha to keep it pressed down tight while she got some things out of her bag.

Returning to her bag, she took a number of items: disinfectant, a needle and thread and some bandages and dressing.

"Agatha, now that the bleeding is stopping I'm going to dress the wound, first I'm going to have to disinfect it" She took the bottle of the alcohol based disinfected and poured some of it onto a cotton pad."This will sting a little," Elisa then took the pad and dabbed it around the wound, "Now I'm going to apply the stitches," The doctor took the needle and threaded it and began to sew the torn skin together and ended it an surgeons knot," There, now the worst of it over, all I have to do is bandage you up" She took the dressing and placed it over the stitches, then she lifted Agatha up slightly so she could apply the bandage, "All finished" she said relieved.

"Take it easy now, and just incise drink this" The doctor handed Agatha a bottle of F.F. Gebrandt's Tincture of Vigour

Collin and Forsythia

The hounds darted through the ruins, the devils close behind, The sniffed around Collins hiding place, and moved on to the target they could see. The large black hounds circled her, slobber dripping out of their toothy mouths and they growled at her. The devils stopped short instead of running her down, there were three of them, two devils and a deviless.

The curious devil at the front of the party looked at her surprised, "Aren't you going to run? Its generally seen as the polite thing to do you know," he said, a, well devilish of course, grin on his face and a hungry look in his eyes, though his expression also showed confusion and surprise.

"Who cares? Lets run her down and be done with it," the bored deviless said, covering a yawn as she did so.

"Quiet, I want to know why she doesn't run," the short excitable devil said from the back of the group, pushing his horse past hers to see what they had found.

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Team Francis

Francis grinned at Cyprus's description and Allen's question, "Exactly, nothing permenant of course, unless of course they demand a duel of that nature, me? I'd just ambush them and not bother with the polite approach. Really though I just want them warned off, it gets tiresome hiding out here."

He opened the door all the way, taking the bag of feed from Allen and setting it aside. In one corner a crate could be seen, likely containing spiders given the sounds coming from inside it. He motioned for them to come inside if they wanted.

"Thats just a surprise I was preparing for them," Francis said, gesturing at the crate, "Not that I've got you lot I don't think I'll be needing it for that, I'm sure I can sell them off to the observatory for a fair price."

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Kristina

The snuffer struggled in vain against the hold, before it stopped, it considered lurching forward, to carry them both into the street below where the shattered remains of its skyglass knife lay. It twisted its head around to try and look at her, its stolen face slipping somewhat revealing the reddish muscle-like flesh beneath.

"So you have me, what do you plan to do with me? I was simply enacting justice who are you to stop me?" it snarled, its voice losing some of the qualities it had mimicked before.

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Elisa

Agatha did her best not to move or make noise as Elisa went about her work, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes tight as if trying to ignore the pain. Even so she couldn't help but let out a few whimpers as Elisa disinfected and stitched the wound. Viola watched silently, seeming more curious as to Elisa's methods than startled by the injury.

Agatha nodded weakly and took the bottle of tincture, greedily swallowing as much as she could as fast as she could. "Th-thank you," she muttered weakly when she had finished.

"Now that I've got you lot I don't think I'll be needing it for that, I'm sure I can sell them off to the observatory for a fair price."

Cyprus followed his fellow Tomb- Colonist inside, frowning slightly at the spider. A good idea, he just hated the little buggers. Especially the big ones. Cyprus shuddered, speaking up;

"I'm sure me and Allen, and perhaps the Clay-man can, can take care of three goons. I once even took down two. Though, that came with... Consequences." Cyprus rubbed his face bandage, it wasn't nearly as nice as Francis', but it was certainly serviceable.

"Allen, you can lure them out, then the two, maybe three, of us can take them out."

"That went easier that expected," Sam said quietly once they had left Mr. Wolfgang's office, "Though he did raise an interesting point. How do we know our employer really is who he's claiming to be. I can't be too difficult to dig up information about someone, especially if they're exiled. Or what do you think?"

Sam then stretched and yawned in a rather unladylike manner. "Anyway...what do you reckon we do next? Should we head back or maybe look around here for a bit more?"

"Exactly, nothing permenant of course...it gets tiresome hiding out here." He would have to be subtle then, he didn't need even more men hunting him. He took the bag and mentioned that they could go inside, Cyprus went first then Allen walked inside. Cyprus said "I'm sure me and Allen....then the two, maybe three, of us can take them out."

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea, though if the three of us went it would go much easier." He looked at Cyprus, he wondered if he could trust the man. Both his ability to fight, as well as his loyalty. He shrugged I guess only time will tell if I made the right decision in trusting him.

Sam then stretched and yawned in a rather unladylike manner. "Anyway...what do you reckon we do next? Should we head back or maybe look around here for a bit more?"

She had a point. They had no idea who they were really working for or what their long term goals were. But then, what did any of the mad souls that decided to play this game want? And if they're mad for playing, what does that make me for working for one of them?

The two of them strolled out into the palace grounds and the musky subterranean air shook some of Travian's cobwebs loose. He watched a cat stalking along a high rising wall as if it owned everything in sight. The cut along his throat started to itch and Travian began to tap the cane he'd scavenged on his way here against the cobbled ground. This job really had been easier than he'd thought it would be, hardly the distraction he'd hoped for. He'd give this T.E. another chance, maybe things would heat up soon.

"I doubt we'll find much of use here, not when we've got access to T.E. themselves. Let's be patient, the chance to learn more will come if we keep our eyes open." It may not have sounded very interesting to Sam, young as they were, but age had given a good deal of experience to Travian and taken a lot more of his fire from him. "come on." He rasped, grinning at the pretty (possibly a) girl at his side. "Let's get something to eat, I'm starving."

And with that he made his way back to the meeting point, the menu at the cafe had looked quite tempting.

"Just doing my job, and I'm sure Kristina is doing the same" She said smiling, in a few days Agatha would be back on her feet, unless there were complications," Here my card, come and see me at this address if you feel anything wrong"

She collected her things together, putting the remainder of what she had used during the impromptu surgery neatly back into the bag. Elisa had noticed out of the corner of her eye that Viola seemed more interested in the ins and outs of the surgery then the wound itself. It made sense in a way, bomb making could be compared to operating on a person, only more explosive.

"Perhaps in return for helping your friend, you could tell me what you know of T.E and if you will be rejoining the game?" She asked.

"So you have me, what do you plan to do with me? I was simply enacting justice who are you to stop me?" The Snuffer asked in an enraged and snarly tone, its voice losing some of the mimicry from before; and the stolen face of the watchman had become loose, and exposing Kristina to the red muscle that was underneath.

"Well first, I and no doubt my associates would like to ask you a few question surrounding the bomb detonation at Miss Viola's workshop. As to who I am to stop you; lets just say I'm trying to get to the bottom of a mystery, and your participation would be appreciated. But first, to make sure you don't simply scarper off." Kristina said with a brief smile as she removed the rope from inside her pocket, and began to tie the Snuffer's hands together.

"Remember this? Same tool you used to kill that watchman." She remarked when she was finished.

"Now, come along, back to the warehouse with you." Kristina then added as she lead the Snuffer back to where this chase began, with one hand holding her revolver in case he refused to co-operate. Of course she wouldn't be stupid enough to actually harm him, let alone kill him; otherwise this whole chase would have been a waste of time.

Team Francis

Francis grinned as they discussed how to deal with the three duelists, "Excellent, it sounds as though you have the situation well in hand, I will head to sell off these," he motions towards the spiders, "and go meet T.E. then. I'll owe you a favor for this."

He started to collect various odds and ends from his shack, most of what he was taking he stuffed into the pockets of a coat he then put on. The place had only been sparsely decorated to begin with, so it took him very little time to collect everything. The last item he grabbed was the crate of spiders, he stepped outside and began walking towards the observatory.

"We'll have to meet for drinks sometime, I'll be eager to hear the tale of your success," he said as he walked off, his stiff gait carrying him surprisingly quickly across the marsh.

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Kristina

The Snuffer struggled only slightly, it was still tired from the chase and it lacked the vitality of humans, so with its hands tied there was little it could do. Fortunately for Kristina the cold, snow, and late hour had driven most inside, and the revolutionaries had picked the area for their hideout in part because of how little constables frequented it, so there was no one for the snuffer to call out to, though it seemed too proud to do so to begin with. They were soon back at the warehouse without incident.

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Elisa

"Of course I'll rejoin, its been fun working for the cause, but T.E. always had the most fascinating requests, and the most interesting supplies to go with them," Viola said, she seemed to have gotten over what distress the snuffer had caused her, "As for T.E. himself I dunno much, he's pretty secretive probably more so now, he had to flee to the colonies from whole troops of assassin's years ago, I wasn't sure I'd ever see him again."

She turned towards Agatha, "Are you going to be ok? I'll still be able to make bombs for the cause, I'll just be a bit busier with other stuff. Agatha nodded the tincture seemed to be taking effect already, and she muttered an acknowledgement to Viola over her change of employers.

"I doubt we'll find much of use here, not when we've got access to T.E. themselves. Let's be patient, the chance to learn more will come if we keep our eyes open."

"All right. It would probably be a lot more bothersome to sneak around in the palace during the day anyway," Sam agreed but was unable to completely hide the disappointment in her voice. She preferred to be out and about, doing something, not sitting and waiting around. Unless it was part of the job, like spying on someone or waiting for a guard to move. Then it was bearable.

"Come on Let's get something to eat, I'm starving."

Now that idea was much more appealing. "Should we try and hail a cab or do you prefer to walk?" Sam asked and looked up and down the street but there were no hansoms to be seen. Maybe on the next street... she hoped and hurried to catch up with Travian.

"So...what's with..." she asked casually, tapping a finger on her neck.

"Should we try and hail a cab or do you prefer to walk?"

"We can keep our eyes out for one." Trav shrugged, his cane rhythmically tapping along with him as he walked on. He didn't really mind either way but by the looks of things Sam wasn't wearing the most comfortable shoes for long distance walking and a gentleman always took a ladies needs into consideration. Of course Trav wasn't a gentleman anymore, not by a long shot, but he could try couldn't he?

"So...what's with..." she asked casually, tapping a finger on her neck.

Sam had a very slender looking neck... like a swan. Travian blustered a little and unconsciously pulled his collar up.

"That..." His hand lightly brushed at the bandages. "This is... the ending of a very long story." He grimaced, they day he earned this scar wasn't one he liked to relive it was the reason people like T.E. and the sight of tomb colonists sent shivers through him and made his guts feel like they were tightening up.

They'd reached a crossroads in the metropolitan streets, it was empty accept for a lonely hansom cab, its grubby driver was quietly smoking a cigarette. Travian called out to him and the driver readied his reigns. Trav held the door open for Sam before climbing in after her.

"That... This is... the ending of a very long story."

"Not a pleasant one I take it?" Sam guessed and decided not to pry any further, for now at least.

They had a stroke of luck when they reached a crossroads and found a hansom waiting nearby. Travian called out to it and then held the door open for Sam who smiled in thanks. Sometimes it was quite nice being of the fairer gender.

"I wonder how the others are doing," she wondered once they were both sitting comfortably in the cab. "Say... If I remember correctly then no one picked the urchin job. Patz or Katz or whatever his name was. Since we seem to be done with Wolfgang we could do a second job," Sam suggested, sounding excited.

"Of course I'll rejoin, its been fun working for the cause, but T.E. always had the most fascinating requests, and the most interesting supplies to go with them," Viola said, she seemed to have gotten over what distress the snuffer had caused her, "As for T.E. himself I dunno much, he's pretty secretive probably more so now, he had to flee to the colonies from whole troops of assassin's years ago, I wasn't sure I'd ever see him again."

So that was why he was disguised as a tomb colonist. To throw his pursuers off the scent and bid his time, recovering his lost agents and strengthening his position within the game by recruiting new ones. Very clever T.E.

The bomb maker then turned towards a quickly recovering Agatha, "Are you going to be ok? I'll still be able to make bombs for the cause, I'll just be a bit busier with other stuff. A stifled nod and murmur later and Viola had changed employers.

"If anyone else you know has an..."accident" just send them over to me, I'll treat them for a discount" She felt a bit guilty parting her with her prized bomb maker,"Now all we have to do is wait for Kristina's return."

She waited for death. But the horses stopped short. She was there, still alive with The devils were confused. But for Forysthia it was an open and shut case. She frowned, she would have to reveal her past to the devils and to Collin. She would bite the bullet. She had to. Forsythia sternly addressed the gentlemen devil, "I used to play with devils such as yourself down in the honey dens. But, no longer. Simply put; I won't play your games anymore. I won't humour you with your hunt." She then turned to the other devils and looked them squarely in the eye, "However, will you humour me as I have humoured you? That is the question now." Inside, her heart sank as she realised the irony. She was now playing with devils, but unlike the previous times, this was a more dangerous game - a game of life and death. Even though any of the devils could kill her at any moment, she stood firm. This was her choice. To Forsythia, it was one that she had to make. For better or for worse...

There was an almost near perfect silence as Kristina marched the Snuffer back to the warehouse, the only sound that could be heard were their footsteps as they made contact with the snow. The Snuffer had tried once or twice to break free, but the rope was tied in such a way as to make escape difficult; that and it was still breathing heavily, tired from the chase. Soon they arrived back where they started, and Kristina caught the end of the conversation.

"...Now all we have to do is wait for Kristina's return." Elisa could be heard saying as Kristina pushed the door open. She could see that the revolutionary had been bleeding, nursing a cut across her chest that Elisa had the good fortune of being there to treat. She felt bad for not heeding Elisa's advice and staying inside, but that could of meant the Snuffer had gotten away.

"Did I hear someone say my name?" Kristina asked rhetorically as she was still holding onto the Snuffer, who by now realised that escape was a lot less likely.

"And look what I found whilst going for a little walk. Appears I caught myself a Snuffer. Where do you think we should restrain him, no doubt you all have some questions you'd like to ask. Might shed some light on this mystery." Kristina then turned to face Elisa, her expressing showing a hint of sadness.

"Also, Elisa, I'm sorry for not listening to you earlier about staying here."

Elisa and Kristina

Agatha smiled at Elisa's promise of help "Thanks, we'll be sure to do that."

The doors opened and Kristina brought in the Snuffer, Agatha and Viola looked startled by its presence, though Agatha seemed more frightened than Viola did.

"I'll get something to tie the bastard down with, seems T.E. made a good choice in recruiting you two, and I bet he'll have plenty of questions for this thing," she returned with some rope and scraps of dirty cloth, "There we can probably tie him down to a chair so we can question him."

Agatha spoke up "I can contact some other revolutionaries, and we can keep an eye on him until your employer can pick him up, he has people that can do that right?"

"I wonder how the others are doing," she wondered once they were both sitting comfortably in the cab. "Say... If I remember correctly then no one picked the urchin job. Patz or Katz or whatever his name was. Since we seem to be done with Wolfgang we could do a second job," Sam suggested, sounding excited.

"Aye, I suppose we could." Travian mused half mindedly. Urchins though... Travian never had been very good with children and the breed that London seemed to attract brought out the worst in him. He ran his thumb over the cane he'd nabbed from the group of underage muggers he'd found down the street from the palace.

"Something to do I suppose."

His gaze drifted out the window and he watched the grey city whisk past and listen to the rhythmical clacking of the cab wheels on the cobbled road.

Ptolemy had been asleep on the tomb-colonist's shoulder. It was surprisingly comfortable, he decided.

He stood and stretched.
"Well, that was a positively delightful somnolence. And it appears we have already convinced our new compatriot to join us. Oh, happy day." He yawned. "Now, what was he asked us to do? I am certain he isn't joining us for the delicious companionship." Ptolemy said with a sly wink at the others. He recognized them from the meeting earlier that day. Was it only earlier that day? It seemed to have been weeks, at least. A crazy day, for sure.

"It would appear introductions are once again in order, before we get down to the undoubtedly unpleasant task before us. I am Ptolemy of Veilgarden. You are...?" he asked of the man, apparently a normal human, and the Clay Man. Probably an Unfinished Man, if he was competing in the Great Game.

Elisa was grateful for the apology, but it still frustrated her that if Kristina had stayed inside protecting Agatha and Viola and let Elisa do her job this whole fiasco wouldn't have happened. These things happen she mused to herself and hindsight is a wonderful gift for dwelling on the what ifs of life instead of focusing on the now. No one was hurt to badly, well no one had died, if she wasn't there Agatha would've - grim pun aside- would have snuffed it. Nonetheless the who situation was completely preventable.

"Lucky I was here," She replied, "I'm not sure if T.E has the facilities to pick up the snuffer, perhaps we should take it back in our own hansom?" She asked Kristina

"We'll have to meet for drinks sometime, I'll be eager to hear the tale of your success,"

'.... Did he just pass off his work on us?' the question left a bad taste in his mouth, though the alcohol made him more forgiving. Odd, he hadn't thought he'd drank enough to alter his mind too much. He sighed, feeling a slight stir on his shoulder.

"It would appear introductions are once again in order, before we get down to the undoubtedly unpleasant task before us. I am Ptolemy of Veilgarden. You are...?"

"Good morning, welcome to work. We get to hunt Black Ribbons. Just like my old days..." Cyprus stared into the sky dreamily, walking slightly faster. He caught himself, however, before he sped ahead too much.

Collin was quite astounded that the horses had stopped. He knew that sometimes that the running only is a challenge for some creatures, although others didn't stop if you stood still. Collin hadn't thought it would apply to the devils down in this quarter.

"I used to play with devils such as yourself down in the honey dens. But, no longer. Simply put; I won't play your games anymore. I won't humour you with your hunt. However, will you humour me as I have humoured you? That is the question now."

She used to be with devils? Very interesting, now he has something to talk to her about this. Collin stepped forward next to , stood tall, and put his pistol back in his holster. If he was going to get these creatures respect, Collin needed to show them he did not fear death. Still, he was going to let her do the talking.

"It would appear introductions are once again in order, before we get down to the undoubtedly unpleasant task before us. I am Ptolemy of Veilgarden. You are...?" Arreck turned and curiously regarded Ptolemy for a long moment before giving a great rolling shrug.

"It is good to meet you, Ptolemy of Veilgarden I understand you will be joining us for this?" If it was possible for a Clay Man to sound incredulous, Arreck managed it. They were to dispose of three armed thugs and he was unsure what use a talking rat would be in such a scenario, still, it was not his place to judge. "I am known as Arreck, a free Clay Man." Arreck turned away and looked after the leaving Cyprus. "Our task will be easy, we should make haste to complete it," he started after Cyprus without another word.

Forsythia and Collin

The devils considered Forsythia's statement, discussing amongst themselves, when Collin emerged from hiding and joined her.

"Ah it looks as though our little fox has a partner!" said the short excitable devil upon seeing him, eyes lingering briefly on his revolver, "Will you give us a good chase?"

The bored deviless rolled her eyes at this "I think we'd have to either spear one of them to get the other to run, could just spear them both right now and be done with it of course."

The excitable one frowned "You were supposed to say 'set their tails on fire', you ruined the metaphor!"

The curious one raised a hand and the other two fell silent, though the excitable one looked as though he wanted to protest he did not do more than mutter some unkind words under his breath. The curious devil looked over the two of them as he considered Forsythia's statement, his hounds circling around them with hunger in their eyes.

Finally he spoke "And how might we humor you fair lady?" he said, giving a short, almost mocking, bow from where he sat atop his horse.

Francis grinned, he obviously liked their plan on how to deal with the three duelist. He then spoke "Excellent, it sounds as though...We'll have to meet for drinks sometime, I'll be eager to hear the tale of your success." He said heading towards the exit, Allen glanced at the man. He would be sure to collect this favor, though he wouldn't mind collecting a few more ribbons. Then a new voice spoke,"It would appear introductions are once again in order...I am Ptolemy of Veilgarden. You are...?" Allen looked at the new companion, having another person aboard would probably come in handy. Cyprus then spoke, "Good morning.....Just like my old days..."

He glanced at Cyprus. He hoped he wouldn't set his sights on him next, having to deal with tomb colonist was always a bother. Arrack then responded to Ptolemy "It is good to meet you...Our task will be easy, we should make haste to complete it." The group had started to move, and so Allen joined them. He tipped his hat and smiled at Ptolemy "It is a pleasure meeting you Ptolemy. Also do we have a plan how to deal with them? Because I had the idea of giving them false information on where to go to find Francis, and then waiting and ambushing them there. How does that sound to all of you?" He asked looking around the group. They didn't really look like a group that needed strategy, but he would live to avoid getting shot if he could.

"I'll get something to tie the bastard down with, seems T.E. made a good choice in recruiting you two, and I bet he'll have plenty of questions for this thing." Viola said as she disappeared into a side room, and soon returned with various lengths or rope and some dirty cloths. "There we can probably tie him down to a chair so we can question him."

The revolutionary then spoke up. "I can contact some other revolutionaries, and we can keep an eye on him until your employer can pick him up, he has people that can do that right?" She asked. Kristina was still holding on tight to the Snuffer, with her revolver at the ready, she would aim for a non-vital target if he managed to break free.

"I'm not exactly sure miss. We've only met T.E. earlier this morning, don't know the full strength of his capabilities."

"Lucky I was here." Elisa said in response to Kristina's apology. "I'm not sure if T.E has the facilities to pick up the Snuffer, perhaps we should take it back in our own hansom?" She then asked, turning to Kristina.

"Yeah, we probably should take him back to the safe house or something. But first, we should probably let the revolutionaries ask their questions; no doubt they are just as curious regarding what happened as we are." Kristina said as she pushed the Snuffer towards a chair, and forced him onto to it. She then proceeded to use the ropes and cloths that Viola provide to secure him to the chair.

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