Sputnik

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

@Techne Joe's art style gives me life. Also, definitely looking forward to this but I may not be around during this weekend, it depends though so I'll just probably arrive late in the party.

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

This got me.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Gerard Connolly

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Location: Green Park

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It didnt take a moment till shivers ran down him at Mrs Wyndham's malicious stare. Yet Gerard kept his ground and his stare, meaning every word he had said to the two woman. What he said was true anyway, he knew it was the right thing and never regretted any of it, even if it means losing his job at this very moment. It will take some time to get himself a new one if it ever came to that and to be able to keep in touch with Millie. He will have to find his ways.

Gerard helplessly let Emma and Mrs Wyndham sear him, and took almost all of it like a man. Mostly the ones directed towards him, although a docked of month's pay is surprisingly the most punishment he can get out of this, he was taken by surprise of Mrs Wyndham's decision of not firing him at all. At the most this was a relief to him, though he may be guarded from now on.

He could not believe that after what Emma just heard and saw of her sister's deaden state and warnings, she still refuse to believe it. Do they prefer not to? Because their status is more important than the safety of a family member apparently. True, although he was a poor working class nothing, this kind of thing is what disgusts him of the higher status. It was utter selfishness and the fact that they dismiss it is more than angering him. He let his stare remain as blank as he could whilst his hands tightly balled into a fist. And before he could do anything to make Mrs Wyndham rethink her decision, a man had walked into their room.

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Frances Warwick

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Location: The Glimmeric;

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"How is she doing?" Frances walked up the second floor hallway with her right hand woman, the hallway provides as a sort balcony where it overlooks the brothel. She meant to talk about Sarah Ann. "The girl's all shook up. But can see's she's coping." Ruby replied unassertively. "Sarah is still too innocent. It's expected for such a thing to unsettle her, but I believe she'll get through it like she always does." Frances overlooks the lower floors as the girls go about their businesses, preparing for the night's trade despite the current happenings, careful and heedful of the madam's requests. Ruby joins her, her elbows comfortably leaning on the ornately sculpted oak railing, a relaxed smile on her lips.

"Twas the same look I saw in you on your first day. An uncanny resemblance if you ask me." Frances turned to her companion. "And I do remember what a fussy bitch you were back then." "Got's to keep my good reputation to the madame. You know how it was, nothing personal though." Frances let out a smile, it was rather hard to believe that just a few years ago Ruby was an unpleasant person to her, she would never imagine even sharing a conversation like with her being the second in command for the then vile madame. The Glimmeric used to be a house of unbounded servitude, girls felt the strong danger of working here. It wasn't entirely terrible though it was far from pleasant, not even half of what the Glimmeric is now. And before dead bodies were the least of France's fears, the warm flesh of the living what she fears the most more than the cold lifeless dead. That barely changed up to this day.

After awhile Frances remembered that she will have Bernie drop by at Micheals, as she excused her self the madame went to look for their housekeeper. She eventually found him outside of the establishment, just returning from the brewery with the deliveries of Ale and mead for the week. Bernie looks fairly older, just as old even as the few mature workers at the Glimmeric. Not even they know much about him. With his overall appearance it's not so hard to miss him. He was busily grabbing one keg after the other from the carriage, when he took sight of the madame coming at his direction. Halting his work, he looks down at her, greeting in his usual gaunt stare. "Bernie, can you drop by at the butcher's shop today, the butcher has some produce ready for us." He nodded with a grunt, and goes on to transfer the last of the kegs. Frances then went around just outside the front of the Glimmeric, pausing to see what of the men who were to carry the Lord. With a rather, "generous" man like him she imagines it will be no easy task for the two.

What's your favorite stupid movie?

Not technically a movie but the only one that comes to mind is Dr. Horrible's sing-along blog. Oh and Sucker Punch.

What Are You Listening To?

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@Morose

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@mnkee It's a good time as any, so he had the pleasure of doing so. I don't envy him though. XD

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I suppose at this point the Wyndham's will be having a job vacancy for their new coach driver. @Lady Amalthea

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Gerard Connolly

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Location: Green Park

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Gerard was expected to wait in the carriage while he would have left Emma go in the hospital, then she gave him this look, a cold, chilling stare only he would've seen in Mrs Wyndham. He braced himself by instinct, that stare could've meant something unwelcoming but instead, the irishman found relief in her request. He'll gladly take away Millicent away from this place, and sooner hopefully back in the countryside. He want nothing else but what is best for her.

As they made their way into the building, Gerard gawkily looked around while he followed Emma like a child with his mother. He had never set foot in a hospital before, as most of his life living far away from cities. That and he doesn't have the status and money to visit one. It was not like he had expected what it would be like inside nor how it smelled like. Blood, antiseptics, musty linens and desolation altogether.

They head their way towards the second floor, Gerard trying to catch up on Emma as she paced towards the room where her mother was staying. Millie wasnt there. Gerard was surprised at what he heard from both women's exchange, and at the mention of Rutherford, Gerard felt like he was gutted. His eyes looked towards the two woman as they exchanged scolding comments about Millicent, every hurtful word rang in his ears. It wasn't fair for them to say such things, having the urge to say something he held on, until the soothing tune inside his head had gone deaf.

"Enough!" Gerard yelled out, just enough to have them stop from their conversation. The look on his face hinted his own shock at what he just did, but he truly had enough of it. It took him years to build up that courage, to finally speak his mind and defend Millie even though she's not here. He has no idea what kind of wrath he just unleashed on himself, although frankly at this point he doesn't care anymore.

"Y-you truly don't know Ms Millie, the both of you." He was fumbling his words, eyes fixed to the floor, not daring to look up at all cost. "It's not fair of you to judge her like that." Trying to catch his breath, he finally looked up to the two women. " Can't you see what she just gone through? She's in deep trouble and all you do is...is" Under her tense nervousness, he battled to catch up his words "degrade and discredit her in every good thing she does. Ms Millie is never selfish. But I know that the both of you are." He felt a sudden wave of relief. Yet he knew he had just taken a huge, irreversible risk for voicing that out. Neither of them had any regard for Millie, she deserved to be defended and fought for, finally he had that courage to do so.

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Frances Warwick

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Location: The Glimmeric;

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After had almost took quite a while, Thomas, in his quick feet came running towards them, bearing news that the constable will be on his way. In the meantime, they were asked to move the body out of the road which was a sound idea. A body blatantly displayed near the establishment would have put a bad impression on business, as if the gossips surrounding them, the madame wasn't already enough. It's a discussion under hushed tones by the newcomers, the wary and the adventurous that the madame has a hidden chamber inside her boudoir. Not that it was some dark secret worth hiding, nor she had somebody killed in there yet but that didn't stop people from suspiciously whispering amongst themselves. If you ask her this was a good enough warning for the men who misbehave, everything done with pure and blunt professionalism. Primarily.

The madame raised a brow at the boy's mention of the murders at the docks. As far as she knows it wasn't uncommon as well for murders to occur in that area of the strand, but piles, dozens of dead bodies all in one single location? Somebody over there must have been having the time of their life, she thought. And this both intrigued, and worried her. Looking over to the dead Lord Galloway, she wondered if he was somewhat related, or probably even be one of the victims of the bloodbath.

As they prepared to scoop up the body off the street, Frances returned him a grateful nod at Michaels offer. "How thoughtful of you Michael. The girls will definitely appreciate it." She gave him a polite smile. "I will have Benny stop by your shop. In the mean time I should be attending to the girls. This incident has indeed worried us all. Although do inform me of the constable's arrival." She gave him a slight nod before heading her way back to the Glimmeric.

As she entered the girls were settled down on the tables, their eyes lingered on her with odd silence as if expecting her to answer their growing curiosities of the recent happening. Frances had nothing to say other than there's yet any exact information as to what happened to Galloway, and that the constable would be taking awhile to attend to it. "Apparently there has been a massacre at the docks. A dozen people killed, from what the boy had informed us." Their eyes widened in disbelief, then muttered among themselves. "Oh dear Lord. Are you sure?" One of the older girls comment. "Could that boy Thomas be just foolin ya? He can be a bit of a rascal, you know."

Frances herself couldnt believe it. The fact that someone would openly kill a dozen people in a public place, seems pretty reckless. Or move there if they had been killed some place else. It would be very surprising if the murderer has yet to be caught. "I do not believe he is, Ruby." Their curious whispering had turned into worrying. " This matter is very troubling, I know. Until it is resolved however, no one is to leave the house for what ever reason. Tonight I want all businesses to be conducted inside, that means there will be no outside appointments, decline it if you must. We can't afford having one of you get in danger. Is that clear? " The girls respond in slow nods. Frances heaved a heavy sigh, this would indeed affect the business' income for a while but the lives of these girls are more important.

Ba Sing Se

This has my interest.