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🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Gerard Connolly

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Location: Wyndham Manor

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A part of him wished he could have been there to accompany Mr. Wyndham the day he went missing. He wondered if he could still be here today if he ever did accompany him. The thought of it upsets him, as he constantly felt that he was partly to blame, it was part of his job to guard him after all. Gerard was loyal to the man, he was Mr Wyndham's right hand man if you will. The man never saw what others see in him, a hopeless mess, when he was at his lowest. Instead he saw something precious, without a second of a doubt, and for that he was graciously thankful, vowing his loyalty to him and his family with his life. He had a kindness that he thought was uncommon, a kindness he saw from nobody else since but with Millie.

The constable motioned Gerard as they were about to move out, when the constable paused and pick up what he assumed to be Millicent's journal. Raising a brow, Gerard could not read the look Constable Smith was showing while he glanced at him from time to time. Whatever it was, his curiosity was piqued. But having something kept under the bed, of all places, was warning enough that it was not meant to be seen by anyone. Except maybe for a constable in the middle of a crucial investigation. Gerard urged himself to leave it be.

Gerard nodded at the constable's request, and went over at Abby before they left the room. " I'll be back to fix the window once I'm done assisting the constable." he smiled gently and followed Constable Smith. He lead him downstairs and to the the office, going in first where he showed to him it's ransacked state.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Gerard Connolly

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Location: Wyndham Manor

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As Abigail swung the door open what they saw was far from what they initially expected. Everything seemed to be in order, far from the messy state of the first floor office. Gerard followed Abigail and the constable inside the bedroom. It was the first time he had ever set foot inside Millicent's room, let alone saw it from the inside. It made him slightly nervous, as if he was intruding her own personal space. He tried not to look around too much while he wipes the small beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck. It was rather surprising, and almost didn't feel like they were inside a lady's personal bedroom as the interior alone didn't look as such. Everything was so simple and plain, except for the impressive collection of books and weapons and training gear displayed on the sides, for a second Gerard thought they entered the wrong room and instead was inside the bedroom of a studious young man. But then again around every corner, was very much like Millie he thought. It was baffling to think a woman would live in such an unconventional lifestyle but to, Gerard Millie's special that way.

At one corner of the room were Millie's art works. Gerard went over and viewed her works. Millie has always been really good at art, she has the talent and the potential to be recognized. What he likes most is watching her comfortably sat down while she works, immersed at what she does which Gerard never fails to smile at the wonderful sight.

His eyes scanned from one picture to the other, staying longer at the unfinished sketches of her mother. He only knew Chatherine through Millie's own stories and Gerard could tell the yearning in her voice as she reminisces. Gerard relates to that to a degree, never been coming home for years since he left have made him miss his own mother.

His eyes turned to the artwork on the easel, he moved closer never leaving his look at drawing of himself. He didn't exactly remember when she took this, but it was probably the time she had caught him staring, looking up and giving her a smile as he always does. Abigail told what she'd went through just to get the color of his eyes right, Gerard couldn't help but smile softly at the story, but the truth in Abigail's words saddens him. Though he was never that guy who could light up a room, that never stopped him in doing his own way just to make her smile. With how much he cared for Millie he could give more, but in truth he can only do so much.

Gerard had to cut his own deep thoughts when the constable had a discussion with Abigail, to her surprise, of the missing screws of the window's latch. He walked away from the easel, and towards the window. He took a look at it, "That explains how he got it then." Yet why did the perp left the bedroom in it's current, tidy state unlike the office downstairs?

He nodded at the constable's suggestion of repairs. "I'll make sure of it." His hand still cupping the jar, which he sooner just noticed, Gerard walked up to the nearest desk from where he was, and placed the flowers, newly contained and watered.

The Valencia - [High Fantasy, Pirates]

"You don't see something like that everyday." Sylvie turned back at Lucia, and not long another character came to their presence. The quartermaster, Galen, has a spirited aura about him, she finds it quite charming even.The scar on his face suggests a man of experience, despite his youthful features. The captain gave the first order to the crew, finally they were about to set sail, Slyvi is so familiar of the process of it, she could do it in her sleep. With her physical ability most of the time they relied on her to do such arduous tasks all the time, she didn't mind that of course. After all somebody had to be the reliable labor man in the crew.

"You got it, Cap." Sylvi stood up from her leaning position, "Watch and learn lads." She smiled in a way her cheeks went bright with enthusiasm, her words intended with affection rather than showing off. She went over to the sails, loosening the thick rope and hoisted the sails with her lumberjack arms, working together with the crew. The sails elegantly glide down below the mast's height, as the ship begins it's departure. It felt good sailing again. It hadn't been that long since the last time she did, but for years the sea had felt more of a home to her than the dryness of land itself, as odd as it may sound.

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🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Gerard Connolly

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Location: Wyndham Manor

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Gerard nodded a thanks to Cook for the water, looking over and agreeing on the constable advice. Gerard looked at the flowers clutched on his other hand as he took a huge gulp of the water, while they were headed to the kitchen. As they went inside the constable reviewed his notes, Gerard searched for some sort of container for the flowers in the bottom cupboards, having to ask Cook if there was a spare container somewhere and finally found a n old mason jar. He filled it with the half glass he had with him, and put the flowers in it. He thought of putting it back where it fell off in the first place.

Gerard answers the constable's questions and answered them the same as before, not aware of the constable's musing and assuming that the questions were directed at him. "Aye. We do not know for sure what they wanted to take. And nobody saw who could've been. I believe we checked everything but nothing was taken. Except for Ms. Millicent's room." he notes him, then the constable finally requests them to go to Milli's bedroom. Gerard nods and took the lead. He would suggest to check the first floor office at it's stripped state, to see if they had missed something but Gerard let the constable take what he thinks is needed to have his attention first. They went to the hallways and to the stairs towards the bedroom, he passed by Abigail, who have the key's to the bedroom, and asked for her help. "Can you come with us? The constable asks for Ms. Milli's room to be checked." he cautiously requests. If nothing in the ransacked office room was taken, oddly enough, then perhaps there was something in Millicent's room, Gerard thought.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Gerard Connolly

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Location: Wyndham Manor

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As they went in the house, before Gerard could assure the constable of their injured butler Everett chiming in, continued to insist he was fine. "You could get worst if you don't lay down for a bit at least, Everett." Concernedly, Gerard tried to urge him even though it's almost impossible to make him. Cook then argued with their stubborn old man, and in the end she asked Abby to escort him upstairs.

" A tall glass of water's alright, Cook." Gerard gestured her, he had almost forgotten his dryness after that long distance trekking this morning. Gerard nodded to the constable when he had decided to take a look at the scene.

They both went around the back to show the scene to the constable. "This was the trellis I mentioned awhile ago. They could've used it as a ladder to go up I reckon." The constable then asked to show him the room which they could have gotten in, which was Millicent's room. Gerard nodded, hopefully what they were looking could lie beyond there. Probably for the first time he puts his trust on the constable and gestured him to follow, but before they could leave he heard Constable Smith uttered something while he takes his notes. Gerard turned and saw the bright colored petals, he took out the flowers in his inner pocket and showed it to the constable. "Those are from this. I thought to take it with me." His mellow eyes looked down , gently gripping at it's almost wilted stems. "I figured it had fallen from the window above."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Gerard Connolly

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Location: Hyde Park

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"Everett took a few but the old man's tougher than that." Gerard said with a mellow smile, for his age the old man cant simply be wavered by a mere bleeding to the head. ” Ms. Millie and her family were out at Almack’s, fortunately. ” There, she was spared of the danger and hoping that Almack’s wouldnt turn out worst for her. He knew Millie wasnt quite fond of such social gatherings, her mother would be to blamed most for the most of it.

Gerard gave Mr. Ballard a respectful nod before he left for the church to retrieve the body. “Of course. We appreciate it, sir.” After that the constable directed him to one of them and motioned him to lead the way. He nodded, and went on their way.

Constable Smith walked with Gerard to the manor, and asked him for some details of the break in while on the way. Gerard thoroughly described from the moment he was alerted by Abigail, the office turned inside out, the flowers and the details she noticed around the house while he was out. “ But It seemed nothing that’s of value was stolen. How odd.”Then he mentioned the broken trellis that led to the open window above the office which was Millicent’s bedroom. “Could someone might have gone up there?” He mused.

The Valencia - [High Fantasy, Pirates]

Sylive watched her newly met crewmate, a talkative one she thought. She stretched her long spindly arms, almost as if touching the sky above her further emphasizing the impressiveness of her height. "Hmm-hmm. The cradling sure can be oddly comforting when you get used to it. " She responded, her fingers softly grazing her sun kissed chin.

The lanky woman later on introduced herself as Lucia. "Likewise." Slyvi wasn't quite used to such pleasantries to new crew members as opposed to the normal, rough sailor speak they call a friendly hello. It was old fashioned and quirky, but of the good kind she thought.   

”Well, Lucia, you can call me Sylvi. Most of the sailors round here have gotten used to calling me Red. I’ll give you a guess as to why.” Brushing her thick wavy hair on her side, she gave Lucia a bright friendly smile.

Not long they were approached by another one of the crew, a woman no taller than the height of her own shoulders, carrying herself in such a manner that hints class and aristocracy. Now Sylvie don’t usually see a lot of her type around here, made her a bit surprised when the woman mentioned her by name. But then again, almost, everyone knows anyone within the small city like Chariot, at least amongst the prattley sailors.

” Aye that is me. All good things I hope?” Her thick arms folded to her waist, facing the other woman with her usual laid back demeanor. ”The name's Sylvi. Say, you don’t look like the type to be hanging around with these bunch.” She watched her as she went, and thought she caught the woman steal a sip from a flask. The Valian can make a rough guess at what could be in it. ”Is't it a bit too early for that eh?” she queried.

The day couldn’t get any more peculiar when a man came sprouting out of the blue that Sylvi barely caught the entirety of the sudden commotion. She leaned to the side from her position, her hair flowed with her to get a view of the stranger, but turned out, was a newcomer to the crew. ”Impressive.” She mouthed audibly, eyes on the tall ivory man as he walked over the deck. A Northener she guessed, obvious to his features.

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The Valencia - [High Fantasy, Pirates]

That early morning, the dock men had busily lugged crates and barrels of food and clean water from the dock and into the ship, passing one heavy armful to the other where these supplies were securely stored in the ship's storage hull. One of the men, skinny, scholarly looking, was keeping in check of the stocks before being boarded in, adjusting his monocle while reviewing a list on a bundle of papers. He would occasionally call out one of the seadogs and give them orders to double time on the last batch of crates.

"Right on it." A fur skirted Valian woman paced from behind him, scooping one barrel over her strong shoulder and another held to her waist as she passed by the provisions master. "Top of the mornin' to you Teddy." Slyvi greets him with a warm smile and her usual jaunty tone. Teddy made a face. " Excellent. You're finally here. I've already double checked the rations for you, hopefully it'll be enough to last until the ship's next dock. Now before anything else, let me go over the regulations, "

"This again?"

"I'm afraid so. A new ship means a new set of provisioning rules." Sylvi groaned. For almost a decade she'd been stationed from one ship to another, taking the same job and noting the same set of rules. After all, just because they're pirates doesn't mean they're a bunch of lawless hooligans. And the pirates take their provisioning rather seriously.

"You know what, hand me a list and I'll go over it once I'm settled. No time to dawdle I'm afraid. " Teddy shook his head as the Valian head towards the ship after handing her what she needed and went back to his business.

Slyvi carefully dropped the barrels on the wooden floor of the ship's storage, adjusting her bag slung to her shoulders and dusted her hands while the few dock men strode out of the room after the last barrels were placed in. After she settled her things in her quarters, a bit cramped but just as cozy, she went up the ship's deck scoping the new faces boarding in. The captain called them out to get settled. Captain Amia was no stranger to her ears. She heard the stories, mostly amongst the pirates themselves which led herself to question if these stories were actually true or just mere rumors. None the less she heard mostly good things about her, a respectable woman she thought.

Sylvi casually observed the new people coming in, all of whom she had never personally met. One was woman, a mage by the looks of her and a very, post-plastered one at that. The other was a man, carrying himself with a rather languid demeanor. Then another one who spoke, her eyes above as if directly speaking to someone up the mast. What an odd lass she thought.

"Aye, if you somehow plan on settling up there instead, better mind the weather." Sylvi, arms folded, her back leaned on the railing. She offered a warm friendly smile. "It can get violently moody. Depending where we are on the map that is." _{@LordofthePies}

The Valencia - [High Fantasy, Pirates]

@LadyTabris Sure, I purposely made her to have that job so she'd be perfect. :>

Also, I'm gonna have a post up after I have my morning coffee.

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