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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Oct 13, 2006 18:20:46 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]hope no-one minds, I modified Vinnies post and intergrated it with some of my own stuff, wanted to move the story on a bit[/glow]
totally absorbed in her thoughts, Carsene ran headlong into Luc on the steps of the maison loosing her footing. Luc caught her before she could fall. "Carefull Madamoiselle" he said placidly. Carsene re-arranged her attire thoughtfully concious of Luc's gaze on her as she did so.
"Might I enqire as to where you might be going in such a hurry Madamoiselle?" Asked Luc at last "anywhere but here" Carsenes reply was sharp yet distant "Oh, I see, and how were you intending to get there?" said Luc with a chuckle "I had hoped...." Carsene tailed off "would you care to take a ride with me?" Enquired Luc of her "I am to pass by way of the palace anyway". Carsene smiled at him.
Ten minutes into the journey and Luc turned to Carsene who was sitting totally absorbed in her thoughts. "I must insist," Luc said, smiling amusedly. "That I tear our beloved lady of the house away from her thoughts for an instant. I'm sure you will not mind, accomodating as you are."
"What the f..!" Carsene began, but Luc cut her off.
"You need guidance." Luc's tone was matter of fact, Carsene's expression was indignant.
"I do not need...!" Carsene whispered visciously.
Luc tapped his cane on the side of the carriage to order a halt. "Yes you do, Le Maison is about to suffer a serious blow. I represent this establishment to the king, as you well know, but I am afraid that my time of veiling this place to the mortals is nearly over." He left the sentence hanging.
"Why?" Carsene had calmed and was now attentive.
"Because I must kill the king." he opened the carriage door and disembarked onto the street
"Why?" Carsene shouted after him.
"Because he's legalised cremation."
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Post by Ceri on Oct 14, 2006 7:26:59 GMT
Shaun headed upstairs to his room, considering what Jean had said about Carsene. If he was trying to force something upon her, maybe it would open a weakness that he could exploit. He felt strangely dizzy and weak, as though he'd been drinking far too much the previous night, but he hadn't touched alcohol for a good few months, and he knew what probably caused this unusual state of mind.
In the current unusual state of mind he managed to find his way to the wrong room, and open the door. A second later he froze in the doorway, the events of Carsene and Stefan's previous evening becoming clear.
"GET OUT, ELEGOSTA!"
Shaun backed up and slammed Stefan's door, shell-shocked. He blinked several times then rubbed his eyes. He could hear movement from behind the door and quickly moved away towards his own door. That was disturbing, he thought, locking his own door behind him.
Suddenly a thought struck him. He knew that Carsene and Stefan had been together that night. Had Carsene been keeping her affairs with Stefan a secret from Jean? How would Monsiour Pierpont react to knowing what was going on behind closed doors? Shaun lay down on his bed, thinking his possibilities through...One day, he thought, closing his eyes, whatever happens, one day, Carsene will be mine.
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Post by Vinnie on Oct 25, 2006 14:28:56 GMT
Luc hammered on the huge wooden door. Rain sheeted down above him and he wanted to get inside.
“Good evening?” said a retainer who opened the door. He look pompously at Luc.
“Not for you.” Replied Luc as he drew a stiletto from his sleeve. The retainer’s neck split along the blade and gout of blood erupted and splattered onto the wall. The retainer’s body fell to the floor and Luc stepped over it, wiping his knife.
A maid squealed and dropped her linen as Luc drew near. The maid was curvy and Luc was tempted, but sadly she had screamed. He held her mouth in his hand and drove his stiletto into her heart. Luc threw her aside. Turning towards the grand marble staircase he heard the clanking of palace guards. How tiresome, he thought to himself. There was a shout, and a musket ball tore through him. The flesh healed almost instantly but Luc was annoyed, all the same.
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Oct 25, 2006 18:14:13 GMT
He turned on them with an icy rage; slaughtering them like sheep. until he reached the last guard, a young one by the looks of him, and he wasn't going to get much older. Holding him by the throat so tight his nails drew blood "Where is the King?" Luc asked
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Post by Ceri on Oct 25, 2006 22:02:55 GMT
Carsene sat outside on the edge of the fountain, trailing her hand through the water, considering what Luc had told her earlier that day. The Maison and its residents had always feared the day when their King would legalise cremation, but somehow she'd thought it would never come. It was the final straw, after all the wrongs the pathetic, useless monarch had performed in the past, and Luc had always been the first to speak up about their hatred for him.
Feeling eyes upon her, Carsene turned sharply to find Shaun standing behind her. She was surprised to see that his normal smile was not there; his face looked ashen and downcast, his hat nervously held in his hands. She turned defiantly away. Not taking the hint, Shaun sat down beside her.
"I hear Monsieur Pierpont and yourself are in troubled times?" he said quietly.
"Get lost, Elegosta," Carsene snapped.
But Shaun didn't sound the way he usually did. He sounded troubled, even sad.
"Jean is looking for you," he said simply.
"Good," Carsene said flatly. "He can come and find me, if you're delivering a message."
"Oh, I'm not." Shaun lay his hat on the stone wall and reclined beside Carsene. Presently he mentioned, "Has something arisen between dear Pierpont and yourself?"
"I said, get lost," Carsene said again.
"Only it seems there is tension between you," Shaun said, ignoring the warning tone. Then, "It wouldn't have anything to do with Stefan, would it?"
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Post by Vinnie on Oct 29, 2006 14:00:02 GMT
The young guard gibbered and writhed. Luc tightened his hand on the man's throat.
"Where is the KING?" He bellowed. The guard's bladder released and his face began to purple. There was obviously not going to be a reply so Luc crushed the man's larynx. With a crackling pop the organ burst. The guard wretched phlegm and blood before falling to his knees.
Luc kicked him hard in the temple. The man's head span and his spine snapped. He fell to the floor, dead.
"I'll find him myself, then," said Luc before stalking away towards the upper levels.
[glow=red,2,300][glow=red,2,300][/glow]Just a pleasant reminder that this thread is in Blood, Guts and Gore. Detail here people, detail! I want to feel you cringe!!![glow=red,2,300][/glow][/glow]
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Post by Ceri on Oct 29, 2006 14:18:24 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]That WAS pretty sickening...[/glow]
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Nov 1, 2006 15:38:42 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]indeed - don't know what to post to follow that[/glow]
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Post by Vinnie on Nov 13, 2006 20:04:46 GMT
“Merde! All I want is to see the bloody king! Is that so hard?” Luc slashed another man’s face with his blade as he hopped down the hall. Dashes of blood criss-crossed his tunic and britches as his keen knife dipped into the veins of frightened and embattled men.
He danced around the corridors, speaking his outrage as if he were a disgruntled hotel customer.
Another palace guard hurtled round the corner with a flint-locked pistol in his hand. He swung it to bear upon Luc and, with an ear-splitting roar, put the bullet between Luc’s eyes. All motion stopped as Luc stood, his head snapped back. After a tense moment, Luc’s head moved slowly up to its normal position. The shot popped out of the hole in his head, which immediately closed up [glow=red,2,300](homage to X2 if anyone’s seen it!)[/glow].
“What are you?” stammered the palace guardsman. Luc leaned forward and grabbed the man by his shoulders.
“Your worst nightmare!” he whispered. In a trice, Luc’s features darkened, his hair rose in needle-like spines, and inch-long fangs leapt from his gums. Hissing and stretching his mouth wide, Luc plunged most of his teeth, foremost the canines, into the man’s neck. With a scream, the man spouted blood over the wall next to him in a horrifying gush.
Mesmerised by sick fascination, the crowd in the hallway watched as Luc knelt on the falling man, wrenching at his neck with teeth and dragging at his head so hard that he was almost beheaded. Gurgling, the guard expired, and Luc looked up, his face covered in gore and chunks of wet flesh.
He hissed at the crowd. They clawed their way from the hall emitting deafening screams of pure horror. the crowd disappeared down through the palace and all was quiet for a moment.
Luc hopped to his feet, his face and clothes miraculously clean. He patted down a portion of his hair and reached to his sternum. Patting the bat-shaped tattoo he knew was there, he said:
“Thank you, Count Vlad.”
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Post by Ceri on Nov 13, 2006 21:30:31 GMT
"I said, get lost," Carsene said again. "Only it seems there is tension between you," Shaun said, ignoring the warning tone. Then, "It wouldn't have anything to do with Stefan, would it?" "It's my business and not yours, Elegosta," Carsene said coldly. "Only I ran into Stefan only a moment ago," Shaun continued, regardless. "He seemed...worse for wear. And, believe it or not, my dear Madmoiselle, I know that you were with him last night." Carsene tried to ignore him, but a cold feeling crept into her stomach. Had Shaun really seen her with Stefan? If he had, and he told Jean, she'd have a lot to answer for... "What's it to you?" she spat finally. "Plenty," whispered Shaun. "Plenty." His hand gently rested on Carsene's. "It's just," he continued delicately, "I don't know when I might run into Monseiur Pierpont next, and heavens knows what I might say to him. It's a wonder how little trust I put in my self control, Madmoiselle. But if certain members of the household were to...encourage...me to keep my little secrets to myself...and other people's little secrets..." Carsene snatched her hand from Shaun's. She glowered at him, finding him much closer than he had been. "You can't threaten me like this," she hissed. "You don't scare me, Elegosta." "I don't intend to," Shaun whispered, yet closer to her. Their faces were mere inches apart, hers hot with rage, his impassive, malice and lust sparkling in his eyes. "But maybe you have reason to fear, Madmoiselle Rosseau...Maybe you have reason." "Get away from me." Carsense stood up, and Shaun did as well, grabbing her arms and holding her still, close to him. "Get your hands off--" The rest of her sentence was muffled as Shaun placed a hand behind her head and pushed her mouth against his.
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Nov 13, 2006 21:43:42 GMT
Carsene pushed him off viciously "Get off me!" she snapped baring her fangs "How dare you!" she stood up slapping him round the face.
"That's enough Elegosta!" Jean barked rounding the corner into the fountian courtyard - he had seen all that had occured just previously "some gentleman you are, treating a lady in that way! You hurt my coven, I will cut you dowwn where you stand!" he brought his face very close to Shaun's ear "I know exactly what Madamoiselle Roussou gets up to....and what's more, I dont care!"
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Post by Ceri on Nov 13, 2006 21:53:19 GMT
Shaun shook free of Jean's grip, a smile on his lips. "So you are aware of young Carsene's antics with Stefan? And is young Carsene in turn aware of what Monsieur Pierpont gets up to behind her back? Do you know where Monsieur Pierpont was last night, Carsene? No? What a relationship this is, so many secrets from one another." He turned back to face Jean. "That sounded like a challenge, Pierpont. You weren't impressed by last night?" "Seal your lips, Elegosta," snapped Jean, "lest I remove your tongue myself." "Another challenge," Shaun said, unfazed, still smiling. "Come on, then, Pierpont. You want a fight? I accept your challenge."
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Post by [Six] on Dec 18, 2006 18:17:53 GMT
"Though you surpass most of the Maison's residence with your wit and charm, You fail to surpass them with wisdom." Jean leapt forward sealing his hand around Shaun, lifting him off of the ground. "It wasn't a challenge, It was a statement." He said coldly, Malice dripping from his lips. He smacked Shaun against a wall. "Now get out of my sight, and If I see you near the Maison any time soon I will drive a stake through you, then burn you myself."
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Dec 19, 2006 15:23:22 GMT
"Monsieur, do you not think you were a little, how do I say it, harsh, with Monsieur Elegosta" Carsene followed Jean up the steps of the maison "Could you not just have told him"
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Post by [Six] on Dec 19, 2006 21:30:23 GMT
"He was getting too big for his boots, he needed to be told the poor misguided fool." stated Jean, " Though I haven't the time for riff-raff like him, I need to stop Luc.!" Jean stormed into the palace following the trail of blood, on his way to the kings chamber. Upon entering the silk laden chamber and seeing Luc's hand clasped around the Monarch's throat. "Put him down." said Jean in his calm but forceful tone. "Ah Monsieur Pierpont, are you aware that the King has legalised cremation- "Of course I have you fool, and you think storming into the King's palace, killing innocent guards and slaughtering the King would solve our issues!, I am incredibly disappointed in you, Foolish and impudent, release his Majesty this instance." "But Jean, It is too late if we let his Majesty survive, then he will attack the Maison and raise us to the ground!" Luc lifted a dagger from his belt and held it to the King's pulsating neck. " ignis succendo!" Blue flames engulfed Luc setting his robes on fire and forcing him to drop to the floor. In the mean time the King fled to his window to escape. Raising his hand Jean then chanted " consto desino!" The king froze on the spot, his muscles locking in place. "Now your majesty, Me and Luc here will return home and leave you in peace. If we hear of you mentioning me or my companion here, we will be back and I personally make sure, that your entrails will be used as a side dish." "I also advise that you get rid of your new law, or I might not have the same control of my other kinsmen." he added coldly. Luc finally put out the flames and followed Jean out of the room. "Disobey me again, and I will ensure that nothing but a charred skeleton will remain and you will be prey to the pidgeon, do I make myself clear?" "Yes Master" nodded Luc looking defeated.
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Post by Ceri on Dec 20, 2006 10:49:24 GMT
Shaun watched Jean and Carsene walk away from the ground until they were out of sight. He hung his head, teeth gritted, hatred burning him from inside. He'd never hated Jean more than he did then. The word revenge ravaged in his head, throbbing and aching as it was from the previous night's indulgement with the same man who had just cast him down. He was only half aware that Luc was planning something, and exactly what it was that Jean was trying to stop Luc from doing wasn't clear to him. Shaun eventually stood up, almost able to feel the flames of anger and hatred racing through him. He stormed back up to the Maison, subconsiously hoping that no one else was around to see him. He was dimly aware of blood dripping down the back of his neck where Jean had smashed his head into the wall, and also of the deep cut on his arm from the previous night, blood now running steadily down his hand. His vision hazy in his fury, he hurried up the stairs and slammed his dormitory door, locking it and barricading it for good measure, before throwing himself down on his bed, the midnight blue sheets stained sticky black, debating what to do next; who to kill.
Humiliation did not sit well with Shaun Elegosta.
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Post by [Six] on Dec 20, 2006 13:50:10 GMT
"Jean....Jean..." pestered Luc, "What Luc?" "Back in the King's Chamber, How did you...What did you...?" Continuing their way back to the carriage, Jean thought it necessary to explain to Jean his unnatural gifts. "I was originally turned hundreds of years ago, I am a child of Arcane, My Coven were the empires only magic source, We were quickly persecuted and hunted down, I was the only one to survive managing to survive the Marseilles Slaughter, I made my way here to Paris to form my own Coven. I thought it right to cover up my Arcane to avoid detection from vampire hunters. You realise the king will report what happened and form an army against the Maison. We need to prepare, Am I understood Luc." Stated Jean
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Post by Ceri on Dec 20, 2006 15:03:43 GMT
Jean and Luc made their slow way back to le Maison in the dark, speaking little. Eventually Jean was persuaded to describe his run-in with Shaun to Luc, much to his amusement; Carsene met them at the gates and accompanied them to the main doors.
"Where is Stephan?"
"Somewhere inside," Carsene said vaguely. "I have not seen him recently. I assume he is amusing himself."
"And Monsiuer Elegosta?"
"If he knows what is best for him, he will be on the southern side of Canada by now," Carsene said coldly. "And let's hope he is wise enough."
"Well spoken," growled Jean.
Nothing appeared amiss inside le Maison, and, all of them shaken and tired from the day's activities, the three of them bid one another goodnight and ajourned to their dormitories. For good measures, Jean passed Shaun's door on his way and quietly unlocked the door to check inside. The window had been left alone, the normal stifling heat of the room cool and airy, the curtains swept back and forth in a dull breeze, and the room was deserted. Satisfied, Jean closed and locked the door again.
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Dec 20, 2006 16:47:48 GMT
Concealed inside Shaun smiled to himself, a dark calculating smile full of malice. They would all pay.
Carsene undid her corsets slowly, admiring the bruises, cuts and scratches from her previous nights activity in the mirror with a sort of pride. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Just a second" she called, slipping into her nightdress "Are you decent Madmoiselle?" called back a male voice "No, but then again I am never decent" cajoled Carsene going to the door
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Post by Ceri on Dec 20, 2006 17:08:02 GMT
Stefan was waiting outside the door. "Are you alright?" It was a question Carsene had never heard Stefan asked. "Of course I am. Why do you ask?" Stefan cast a dark look around him. His eyes were framed with tiny scars. "All is not well." He welcomed himself into Carsene's room. "Jean says that Monsieur Elegosta has gone. I do not believe this to be so." "No?" Carsene sat down. "Pray tell." "From what I have heard, Jean made a fool of Elegosta earlier today. It is not likely that he would have taken flight like this. He must still be here." "So he is disobeying Monsiuer Pierpont," Carsene said languidly. "It would not be the first time." "But Elegosta is not one to hide in shadows, is he?" Stefan pointed out. "Mark my words, if he is still in the Maison and hiding from us, he is up to something." "He would not act while Jean is around," Carsene said. "I disagree. I believe Elegosta is beyond listening to Jean. Just...just keep your guard up," he said eventually. "Goodnight, Madmoiselle."
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Dec 20, 2006 17:23:21 GMT
"Goodnight Monsieur?" said Carsene "but the night is still young!" "Not tonight Madamoiselle" said Stefan "Adieu" "Adieu then Monsieur" said Carsene, put out at his rejection of her advances, and she had so hoped... He left her confused, in her room, to bolt the door
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Post by Ceri on Dec 21, 2006 16:54:55 GMT
The following morning at sunrise Jean sent his servants to search Le Maison once more, but there was still no sign of Shaun. Satisfied, he called together the remaining members of the household for a discussion. "Monsieurs, Madmoiselles, I'm sure you are all aware of why I have called you here." Luc, Carsene and Stefan, along with a few of the servants, listened silently. "A small...incident...at the royal palace last night has put us all in jeopardy. It is likely if not certain that the King is as we speak mustering an army to strike hard at Le Maison des Ombres. Since Monsieur Gaston has confirmed his legalisation of cremation, we have now sworn ourselves enemies of the king, and naturally he has not responded well. Preparations must be made to ward off this attack. I request anyone with authority anywhere in the country to summon as many trustworthy allies to Le Maison to help us fight, as quickly as possible. Are there any questions?" A small man, Luc's head slave, raised a hand. "Should not Monsieur Elegosta be with us for this announcement?" he asked timidly. "Monsieur Elegosta will not be joining us," Jean said carefully. "He is no longer a member of our household." No one had yet checked the stables to find that Shaun's horse was also missing. Shaun rode across France under cover of night, treading the same path Luc had two nights ago, until he arrived at the royal palace. He had intended to make his own way from the gates to the King, but he was recognised as a member of Monsieur Pierpont's household and seized as soon as he'd passed the borders, and led forcibly before the king. "And to whom do I owe this visit?" the king asked irritably. "To no man but myself," Shaun replied, unused to being chained as he was now. "I came alone. I was not sent." "But do you not serve under Monsieur Pierpont of Le Maison des Ombres?" Shaun shook the hands of the guards from his arms. "I serve no man," he spat. "I have had acquaintance with Jean Pierpont, acquaintance that terminated not long ago. I now stand alone, against Le Maison." "Against it, you say?" the king said interestedly. "And for what reason have you come here, Monsieur Elegosta?" "To offer my services," Shaun said slyly. "If you will have them. I alone know how the defences of Le Maison may be broken, and I could be persuaded to reveal such information." "Would you, now?" the king drawled. "And what would you demand in return?" "Nothing but to have no part in the battle to follow," Shaun replied, "save to have Pierpont brought to me, alive, for me to take my revenge and have him killed myself." "Indeed," the king said. "Your proposition is a tempting one, Monsieur Elegosta. I will meet your demands if you can indeed give us the information we need." Long into the night Shaun stood before the king of France betraying his companions, lying through his teeth about anything that might defend Jean and the others. Everything he said was carefully recorded and by the time he was finished, a sparkling delight was in the king's eyes. "I must thank you greatly, Monsieur," he said, rolling up the parchment he had been writing on. "You have been most helpful." "And in return?" barked Shaun. "Do I get what I came for?" "Oh, you'll get it, all right," the king said with a sly smile. "To take no part in the upcoming battle, you said? Very well." He snapped his fingers, and the guards either side of him seized Shaun. "Have him thrown in the dungeons and chained there," the king said languidly. "Get off me!" shouted Shaun. "You are violating our agreement!" "I am not," the king drawled. "You will take no part in the battle. No part at all. Indeed, you can't take part--if you're dead." Laughing, the king waved his hand absently and Shaun was dragged away, thrashing and cursing and shouting to no avail, out of the palace hall and into the dungeons below. [glow=red,2,300]^^As suggested by Payne; I hope this is okay [/glow]
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Dec 29, 2006 9:40:52 GMT
Jean came across Carsene in the hallway the following morning at around lunchtime, she was just leaving le maison. As a daywalker she could go where she pleased in the hours of daylight quite happily but usually she made her destination known to him beforehand. "Madamoiselle Roussou" he called out from the top of the stairs. Carsene turned around "Monsieur Pierrepont" she answered curtly "What meaning is this?" he gestured around to her luggage "where are you going madamoiselle?" "To the country Monsieur, to round up support as you ordered" Jean had wanted her to stay in the city - more so he could keep an eye on her than anything
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Post by Ceri on Dec 29, 2006 11:19:25 GMT
"I see," he said eventually in a strained voice. "For how long will you be away?" "No more than a week or so," Carsene said. "Farewell, Monsieur Pierpont." Jean hurried after her to the door, watching her leave. "Bon oui, Madmoiselle."
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Dec 29, 2006 11:29:12 GMT
Carsene got into her carriage and ordered the driver to make haste away from the city. Even as the kings army assembled streets away.
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Post by Ceri on Dec 30, 2006 10:48:47 GMT
Jean returned into Le Maison and headed upstairs to where he found Stefan inside packing. "Where are you off to, Monsieur?" "Up North," Stefan told him. "I have cousins up there...or at least I had them...and there may be help to be found in that direction." "Very well," Jean said slowly.
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Post by [Six] on Dec 31, 2006 0:37:32 GMT
Jean stepped into his bedroom chamber, and sat on the edge of his bed. "What has become of my coven." he sighed. He took out his twin daggers and began to polish them with an old dirty rag. His accute sense kicked in, he heard footsteps...orderly footsteps...outside the Maison, at least 30, middle aged men, with weapons. He pressed his face up against the boarded window, gazing through a small gap, only to see the Kings banner. "Sacre Bleu" he cried. Storming down the spiral stairway he called his subjects to gather in the main living area. "My friends, the King has come as we all expected. Carsene has gone to the country we are not expecting her back until next thursday, and Stefan left this morning. I need our two fastest Day-walkers to bring them back, we need their experience." he rallied. "But for now we must prepare for war, wait until nightfall then we shall strike. Now my brothers and sisters, get some rests. Luc!! keep a close eye on our monarch friend."
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Post by Ceri on Dec 31, 2006 12:12:10 GMT
Jean returned to his bedchamber, keeping an eye on the slowly and steadily approaching enemy, preoccupied. Despite the panic and alarm, his thoughts kept being drawn back to Shaun. He had never considered it before, but what if he had gone to the King? He knew that Monsieur Elegosta didn't take shame or embarrassment well--would he have sunk low enough to betray them to the King?
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Jan 2, 2007 16:50:58 GMT
Meanwhile Carsene's coach had left the city behind it and was racing out to the country as fast as the groom could force the horses. She had of course lied to Jean, friend though he was and as much of a home as Le Maison was to her she couldn't afford to loose her lifestyle at the court and her standing with the king. They had no real idea wat she was, as a daywalker she could fool even the king towards her humanity. Suddenly the carriage stopped, throwing her from her chair....
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Post by Ceri on Jan 3, 2007 10:44:31 GMT
Shaun sat, his hands chained above his head, staring across the prison cell at the tall, cracked and dusty mirror opposite him. You look a mess, he thought savagely. His hair was tousled and tangled (he'd never really needed to deal with it, choosing to use his hat to tame it instead) and his clothes torn from the struggle between here and the king's hall. This is what I get, he thought angrily. At Le Maison I get nothing but Pierpont glaring down at me all the time and Carsene slamming doors in my face. Here all I get for helping the king is inprisonment and torture. He wondered if the king would act upon his advice and attack Le Maison, and if he did, whether Jean and the others would be able to hold them off. Blinking tiredly at his reflection, he wondered who he would rather win the upcoming battle. He'd wanted to see Jean defeated for a long time, but he also wanted nothing more than to watch the king suffer for tricking him. Let's just hope, he thought furiously, that they all kill one another and be done with it.
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