Natsu

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Towards Carnival Set-up (Main Road) -> Near Water
Skills:N/A

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Bart kept up pace with Faith. He frowned and moved his head from side to side in thought. "Wasn't quite my line of thinking." He explained, "Golgotha and co. are obviously pretty powerful. If we upset them significantly, perhaps Eve had to leave to make reparations." Eve leaving just because they messed up wouldn't make much sense, but he could see a logical chain of events that involved her making amends by going on some kind of mission for them. Maybe it was out of some kind of care for the two of them that she hadn't told anybody of this, not wanting to color the opinions of them to the rest of the group. "They don't seem like the type of people who'd you want to be on the bad side of."

Surprised when Faith took initiative to talk to one of the girls, he turned on the spot, and followed her back. He waved along with Faith's introduction. He wouldn't launch into questions, not wanting to scare them. He simple smiled at Faith's words and waved, "Nice to meet you, formally that is." He knew he'd seen her when she came through the house. People who walked through the camp singing was an odd sight to be sure, but these were carnies, of some form or another anyway, so he figured that was to be expected to a degree. He knew there was, in all probability, something off about this group as a whole though, so they still deserved plenty of scrutiny, even with his current thoughts on why they might be here.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Creme nodded up at him, before standing ,"Does your group need the piano?" She asked, taking a small step back from it. She didn't want to keep anybody from using it, and she could always find somewhere else to step away to. She then asked, "Do you play at many events like this?" She asked curiously. She didn't think she'd ever met a professional musician before, so she was curious what that was like, if he was one. She assumed it involved a bit of travel, and that was certainly something she wanted to learn more about. She smiled eagerly up at him, looking forward to how he would respond.

She then remembered, "Oh dear, I forgot to introduce myself." She said, her face going red for a moment. "I'm to be called Miss Creme." She said, a part of her wondering how he would react to that. Were they all expected to have names like this? Or only the "Fake guests." She lacked a good name for the mish-mash of people who arrived early, so she settled on that for an internal title at least. "And you are?" she finished. If she got an actual name, that might clear some of her confusion, she thought. If she did get some title from the man, she figured that, in the best case, the lord might just be eccentric, and wanted all of his guests to keep up an air of mystery.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Arthur glared over towards Roman, making note that he'd have to get back at him later. Mona, however, apparently had very different plans, as she acted rashly to say the least. He appreciated Mona, but he felt as if her particular method of doing things lacked finesse, to put it kindly. He looked away as she smacked into the window, allowing himself a small smile. Say what you want about Mona, but she was effective, and good at sending a message. He was a bit worried about the ensuring rage that was sure to come, but he was certain he could brave it.

Clearing his throat, he quietly said ,"Thank you Mona." Before standing, and walking towards the door. Stepping over the bat, he crossed into the now opened door. He simply smiled at Roman, before saying, "That was quite funny, I'm sure I'll be having a laugh later as well." Keeping a good distance between the two of them, he turned back and waited to see the undoubted fury that was soon to come from the beast that is Coach Hedge. He worried about what was about to happen to Mona, but worst case scenario, she was expelled, and if that was the way to get out of here, it'd be hard to keep a bat out of Arthur's hands.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Peter's Grave -> Towards Carnival Set-up (Main Road)
Skills:N/A

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Bart followed along side Faith, and shrugged a little bit, "Eh, Sophia's here for surveillance, if anything major happens, she should be able to hear it." He said. Of course, he had no way to know what kind of range Sophia had, but all he had was that hope. "We're all good at different things, you know?" This was something he'd considered himself a fair bit, especially in his training with Faith. Before he came here, he was so, unbelievably outclassed by everybody else. These days, he didn't know how true that was, but one thing he really had to come to terms with was that their separate skill sets weren't a bad thing, but were instead a strength.

Walking down the road, he turned his head to Faith, measuring his next words carefully. He opened his mouth a few times, trying to get the next few words out, but found it difficult. Exhaling, he finally said quietly. "Do you think Eve is gone because of us?" He asked, rubbing his arm uncomfortably. He knew it was probably just paranoia, but that didn't stop the feeling. If there was even the smallest chance that this was somehow caused by their behavior around Golgotha and company, he didn't know how he'd be able to face the others. He hoped Faith would be able to shake this feeling from him, one way or another.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Creme looked up in shock at the piecing scream. She covered her mouth, concealing a frown that was contorting on her face. That was harrowing for sure, but wouldn't be rushing towards the danger. She'd just be in the way if she tried. Staying here would be better for her, and everybody involved for sure. As she stayed put in her seat at the piano, she turned her head towards the man addressing her, a bit surprised that somebody had decided to take notice of her. She cleared her throat and smiled, "Well, it's been an experience." She said sweetly. Those are the kindest words she could muster about the way the night had been going.

She extended gave a curtsy and introduced herself, "Miss Creme." She said lightly, before smiling at the man before her. "And how, may I ask, are you?" She asked him. She recognized that he was part of the four unmasked men, which make her wonder if she'd end up finding out about why they were here. They seemed to have been mostly floating about from her brief experience with them, but surely they had some real purpose for being around. She did take her seat again, not wanting to continue the conversation standing

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Arthur allowed himself a smile as Roman walked off. For a moment, he was worried that it may turn physical, but apparently Roman knew better than to needlessly attack him. Directing his attention back towards Mona, he gestured his head back towards him, quietly saying, "Not exactly what I'd call a gentleman." He sat down for a moment, laying the food down in front of him, and started to pick at it, working his way up to choking down the food. He did despise that some men could be like Roman, and he knew that, at some point, he'd be back to bother her again, and that there was nothing he could do at that.

That seemed to be the central theme of this place; Futility. He couldn't do anything to get himself out of this place, he couldn't do anything about the food, or anything about detestable men like Roman. He figured that this was how prisons broke their inmates, which said worrying things about his current situation. He did consider that he might be feeling a tinge dramatic, but it nevertheless furthered his disgust for this institution. Shoving the first spoonful oh his food into his mouth, he swallowed hard and said ,"Of course, if you'd prefer to have lunch by yourself, I'll put myself elsewhere." He didn't expect her to take him up on that offer, but he felt like he should still put it out there.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Peter's Grave
Skills:N/A

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Bart smiled, glad to see she agreed with him. He weighed the options in front of him for a moment/ He wanted to check out the women for sure, but who knows who they might be at this point? They didn't rightly have time to search around the camp for them, whereas he reasoned it was a pretty fair guess that either Ben or this so called Management would be near the Circus set up. Additionally, he wagered that they'd eventually make their way back there anyway. Given all that, he felt comfortable with saying they should make their way back towards the carnival set up.

"Let's see if Ben isn't back at the set up." He offered, "Only thing I would be a little concerned about it the fact that we'd be leaving the grave unguarded," He said, his tone even as he elaborated, "If they do have some nefarious intent for the grave, we'd be practically letting them at it." He didn't see this as too much of a risk, but he thought it best to point out. "That said, we should know when they start heading back here, assuming they take the main road. We'll either intersect with them on the way back, or we'll see them leave once we get to the set up." Taking a few steps back towards the road, he waited for Faith's response, ready to go with her if she was on the same page as him.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Creme nodded at Amaranthine's question, "I didn't see all of it, " She said, as the woman rose from the chair, "But there was a man who was stabbed in the foot, I do believe." She however, did not follow her up. This was where she was supposed to be, she thought. This would be where things would be happening, with everybody coming here. Even if it would soon stop being a quiet respite, she would rather be where she's supposed to be than hide and try to keep her head down. Giving a small wave goodbye, she kept her seat on the piano chair, ready to move should anybody actually want to play.

Resting her hands in her lap, she focused her attention on the men entering the ballroom. She believed she had seen them shortly in the Breakfast room, and she did wonder exactly who they were. They didn't arrive with the rest of them, but it just didn't seem like they were with the other guests, since, as far as Miss Creme knew, there were no other guests in quite yet. She didn't have any intent on reaching out to talk to these people though, their business was their own business after all, and she was fine with it staying that way.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Peter's Grave
Skills:Alertness

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Bart followed after Faith, and as they reached the grave, he knelt down and took a look around. Making a "Tut" noise as he inspected the site, he turned at Faith and shook his head. "No clue." He said bitterly, and stood up straight. "Nothing's changed, I don't get what would be special about it." He said, and bit in inside of his lip. "Okay, okay..." He said, working through his thoughts on the matter. "Way I see it, there are two possibilities." He started, and placed his hands together. "One, they're looking to do something with the body, but that seems unlikely. If they had some weird kind of powers that could raise the dead, I don't see why they wouldn't lead with that." Short of that, he couldn't think of any other use for a dead body, even with the powers he knew could very well exist.

"Or, they're old friends." He offered, crossing his arms and exhaling. "I'm not too sure what Peter was doing right before he died, but hey, maybe he ran with these guys for awhile." That seemed like a far more likely explanation to him than any other theory he could think of or had heard floated. While he knew better that to blindly assume the best in people, Occam's Razor favored this over pretty much any other hypothesis. "How's that sound? It'd explain how they knew about us, not quite sure how they knew Peter was dead, but answers must lie somewhere." He waited for Faith to respond. He thought his reasoning was sound, but it was always good to hear a second opinion.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Stepping out into the courtyard, Arthur grimaced. He couldn't believe how horrid the food was here. He knew better to complain, he'd just be told to eat it or starve. Luckily enough for him, he saw Mona off on by herself, with a boy who looked like less than a gentleman, Roman, was his name he believed. He'd heard less than good things about him, to say the least. Thinking for a moment, he decided to visit Mona, stepping to her side and clearing his throat, he said ,"Mona! Lovely to see you, how were your morning classes?" He asked, before acknowledging Roman, and turning to look him in the eye.

"Pardon me, I don't believe we've met." He said, his voice calm and collected. He knew he was far from imposing to older students, but that never stopped him from acting like the bigger man. "Is this one of your friends?" He asked, turning back to Mona, playing dumb. He'd never expect Mona to associate herself with someone like Mona, but it was better to keep his mouth shut and let her speak for herself. He looked down at the food tray in front of him, and exhaled. He had to find a way to stop eating this slop. He briefly played with the idea of throwing it at the creep, but he knew better than that. Besides, he hadn't done anything yet, but Arthur had a certain lack of faith in Roman.