|
Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Oct 5, 2007 22:58:31 GMT
*Marcus looked over Catherine' shoulder at the peices of paper, his eyes widened slightly. He reconised the seal on the top of the paper. It was that of the chief justice of Wolfenden.*
*Marcus bit his lip he could guess what this was it was the results of the investigation in to his former Crimminal organisation The Assosiation. Marcus knew he had been cleard of any wrong doing and had distroyed all evidence to the contery but still his name was mentioned several times in that report.*
*Someone was either trying to blackmail him about his shady past or was trying to blackmail Catherine over her relationship with him due to his shady past.*
"Thank you gentelmen for deliverying this package to Miss Barter, but it is her day off."
*Then quietly to Catherine, so they don't over hear.*
"Get rid of them Catherine, that paper's got the seal of a local judge on it. And these two are not local judges this is stole propety."
|
|
|
Post by Catherine Barter on Oct 7, 2007 15:20:52 GMT
*She continues to watch the two strangers her hand remaining on the papers and though she hears Marcus's words she does not react at first though the eyes narrow slightly into a frown.*
Well whether your job was meant to deliver them or not is ofno issue nor the who seen as they are here now though I am curious I will admit but a job is a job. What is the payment you agreed to with Mister Shady?
|
|
Ed Kenji
Traveller
In there like swimwear
Posts: 38
|
Post by Ed Kenji on Oct 7, 2007 17:20:55 GMT
Kenji's face broke into a wide grin, and he clasped his hands behind his back, puffing out his chest.
"Mi'lady," he trilled, "it shames me to request anything but grace from someone of such clear beauty and standing."
He glanced at Julian, who was wincing and looking at his shoes.
"However, the gentleman who dispatched us hence has belayed us from our own duties, and was insistent that you would be so overjoyed to receive this papers that you would happily pay us..."
He froze. What was the currency here? Gragh, this was the worst possible time to choke. Quick Kenji, think of something, you're supposed to be quoting a real person.
"...Pay us... ahem.. that you would happily line our pockets with silver and point us in the direction of the finest tavern this city has to offer."
He smiled sideways at Julian, then leant lightly against the counter.
|
|
|
Post by Catherine Barter on Oct 7, 2007 17:40:56 GMT
*Catherine raised a eyebrow slightly further into her forehead then smiled widely and slightly armly lifting a hand in a dismissive wave.*
Please Sir if you think charm and words will work into your favour you may wish to understand something about this town. Words can be useful weapons but you may wish to get some actual ones as well.
Words are sweet but can often be followed by swift and bitter pain if they are spoken to the wrong person at the wrong time. If you seek the charms of a woman the sound of gold or silver is far a sweeter a sound than any silver tinted words that will come from your mouth
*She shakes her head slightly as she lifted the papers from the counter and slide them into a small pocket in the dress as she walked over to a counter pulling out several silver threads and placing them over the counter towards Ed.*
Well these shall certainly line your pockets with silver and as for the direction of the tavern would be The Wolfs Howl Inn not far from here. Just across the square and and down the street with the black smith and then onto the next square, you can not really miss it.
*She smiles again a mischevious twist crossing her eyes as she watches the two judging on their reactions to whether she will actually give proper payment.*
|
|
|
Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Oct 7, 2007 18:51:33 GMT
*Marcus all though tense can't help but smirk at his lovers little joke at the two mens expence.*
*All the while he eyes the papers like they were a cobra about to strike.*
"Calm down."
*he said to himself.*
"They may not be what you think. But then Why are they being deliverd here when Catherine wasn't expcting any delivery."
*There was nothing incriminating in them, if they were those papers. But still if some one had accsess to those then what else had they found.*
|
|
Julian Lapin
Inhabitant
Transdimensional academic extraordinaire
Posts: 114
|
Post by Julian Lapin on Oct 7, 2007 21:38:17 GMT
Julian picked up the threads and theatrically gave his eyebrow a raising. Although he felt he was being judged, he couldn't help but notice the playful smirk on the young woman's face. Well, if whimsy was the name of the game, he could certainly give as good as he got.
'Hm... not bad. I've more of a preference for gold lining though. A very good friend of mine had a suit and winged hat tailored to that specification. Went on to great things, actually. Completly re-invigorated his town's postal service. Fascinating individual, completely and utterly dishonest though, turned out to be as crooked as a corkscrew in the end. Still, they say all the best people have their unknown depths, so to speak. Makes them far more interesting, don't you think?'
The tone was conversational, but he tried to guage what impact this innocuous comment had on her gentleman friend. He had been guaging his reaction since he walked in the room, and he hadn't taken his eyes off that file since its appearence. Time to see if 2 + 2 equalled 4...
|
|
|
Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Oct 8, 2007 14:10:14 GMT
*Marcus looked Julian square in the eye. he tried to guage this man just as he was trying to guage him.*
"Yes that is true. This town it's self has recently gone through susch a scandle to use the un-plesent but most accurate word to discribe it. A number of noble men and high ranking officals were found to be in league with elements of the local crimminal ferternity. There was a mass clear out, aresstes, trials etc."
*Looked again at the file.*
"The local judges carried out a very thura and probeing investigation. I understand that every nobel man in town was scrutinised and investigated. So with that fact and also my family names reputation I dare say I was also investigated. As it happans I was out of town for the last few months visitng a sick relative in the Americas so couldn't say for sure but it wouldn't supprise me."
*laughs*
"Wouldn't be the first time my family name has got me in trouble of one sort or another."
|
|
|
Post by Catherine Barter on Oct 9, 2007 11:07:05 GMT
(OOC: The papers are now in a pocket in her dress so no longer in view.))
*Catherine looked from the pair to Marcus for just a moment wondering why he had taken such a general statement into one that was aimed at him and his family though she tried to keep her face neutral then walked over to a small locked box hidden under the counter pulling a key from some where un seen as she has to duck down out of sight and open the box pulling out a small dark green cloth bag and tosses it up towards the pair the faint chinking of coins hitting against each other.*
There is your payment for the delivery, it is not that much but should get you a few nights sleep at the inn and some decent food in your stomach.
*Inside the small bag are a few silver coins and a couple of gold ones as well as some bronze coins.*
|
|
Ed Kenji
Traveller
In there like swimwear
Posts: 38
|
Post by Ed Kenji on Oct 11, 2007 22:12:13 GMT
Ed's hand slid from his pocket and clasped the pouch tightly. He tested it in his hand for weight, relishing in the robust and simple pleasure of hearing gold clink on gold.
"Most hospitable of you! I'm sure our stomachs will be well lined witin the hour, in the least, moreso than our pockets. We'll most certainly toast you at the Howl tonight. Of course, Old Julian here will be toasting the door, lamps, floor and packets of roasted nuts once he's had a few, eh?"
He grinned at Julian. He considered giving him what is often described as a "conspirational dig in the ribs" but his better judgement intervened.
He turned for the door, pausing to see if Julian would enquire into Marcus' ambiguous statement or let it go at face value.
|
|
|
Post by Catherine Barter on Oct 13, 2007 11:59:54 GMT
*Catherine watches Julian a moment then turn her gaze to Ed as he takes the bag of coins and nods her head slightly.*
Toast me or not tis as you wish Sir though I would be cautious of just how much you do toast and in front of whom. You are new to these lands and that is most obvious and that draws attentions of those who would either like to see what valuables you carry if any at all or whether you have any sense in that head of yours at all and I think finding out the latter would be a great deal more painful than the former...though then again that would depend on the tactic they used
|
|
Julian Lapin
Inhabitant
Transdimensional academic extraordinaire
Posts: 114
|
Post by Julian Lapin on Oct 14, 2007 20:23:53 GMT
'Let's not outstay our welcome, waffletongue' Julian muttered under his breath so that only Kenji could here. 'That guy looks like he's going to set me on fire right where I stand.'
'Thank you, my dear, we shan't take up any more of your time' he said to Catherine and, nodding cheekily at Marcus, steered Kenji towards the direction of the door. With a gentle yet hasty open and shut, the two lovers were alone in the shop once again.
|
|
Ed Kenji
Traveller
In there like swimwear
Posts: 38
|
Post by Ed Kenji on Oct 14, 2007 20:30:26 GMT
Outside in the street, Ed leant against a wall and looked earnestly at the pouch in his hand. "I feel dirty, chief. I mean, that job wasn't worth this money. There's a bigger picture here which we aren't a part of, and it's probably not best legal."
He squeezed the pouch, and slipped it in his pocket so as not to draw attention.
"...Waffletongue, Jules? Not in front of the villagers..."
|
|
Julian Lapin
Inhabitant
Transdimensional academic extraordinaire
Posts: 114
|
Post by Julian Lapin on Oct 14, 2007 20:44:41 GMT
'Right. Let's review. We've arrived in an alternate dimension and have no obvious idea as of yet how to return home. We've been chased by a dragon, picked up and deposited over a large body of water by same, only to be rescued by a woman who promptly turned into a panther and ran off. We then tried on some jewellery, lost 24 hours as result, accepted a job from a shadowy chain smoking stranger, and got paid copiously for what amounted to be donkeywork. As a consequence, we interrupted what was obviously some kind of lover's tryst, and the male side of it now probably thinks I know too much and is currently plotting to leave enough of me behind to line a slop bucket.' 'In other words', concluded Kenji, 'now would be the perfect time for a spot of lunch. Wouldn't you say?' 'Not for the first time, dear fellow, you have read my mind. First round on you, I think' smiled Julian, and together the two set off towards the tavern that the delightful Miss Barter had spoken of.
|
|
|
Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Oct 17, 2007 13:41:52 GMT
*Marcus sighed deeply as they left and then turned and looked at Catherine.*
"I guess I've got some expalining to do. Don't I??"
|
|
|
Post by Catherine Barter on Oct 17, 2007 16:04:13 GMT
*Catherine stares at him for a few minutes, her eyes narrowing in suspision at his seemingly endless nervousness about the letter that had been dropped of since it's arrival and shook her head slightly taking in a deep breath.*
I think you should leave Count Brinkatore, it seems I have unexpected business to attend to this day and feel I will get it accomplished better and quicker if you was not around to distract me.
*Before he has time to truly react to what she says she quickly walks towards the store door and opens it, giving a casual glance out side before turning her gaze back to him a moment and holding the door wide open for him. Obviously meaning business for him to be leaving, her shoulders and back tense as she lifts up her free hand indicating for him to walk out of the door and into the busy street.*
Do fare well Count Brinkatore, I am sure we will meet again in the future as Wolfenden seems to be a far smaller town than I first expected it to be.
*Her tone of voice had changed to a rather clipped almost stern sounding tone, becoming monotone as if speaking with out any actual feeling at all.*
|
|