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| Spirit | Apr 29 2010, 07:55 PM Post #16 |
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Vincent was amazed by the grandeur of the mansion as he walked towards the entrance with the group. "Well, I guess we can try and get to the second floor, they will probably have valuables and important documents stored up there. Or, we can try and chat people up, try and dredge up some intelligence," Mars whispered, half to himself, half to Vincent. Vincent stood there, half frozen, half excited. It has been a long time since he's been out to a party, especially as big and extravagant as this. Sure he wanted to party and talk to the guest, especially the female ones, but he had to keep on task, whatever it was. "Why don't you try chatting people up while I go explore the mansion and especially the second floor for any valuables, and lets meet up in the foyer in one hour," Vincent said as he walked off towards the dining room. After walking through the dining room unnoticed, Vincent walked into the kitchen. Luckily, no one was in the kitchen at the moment except a sleeping chef, so Vincent silently tippy-toed through the kitchen towards the stairs, grabbing a piece of bread on his way to prevent his stomach from rumbling. After reaching the second floor without incident, Vincent peeked around the corner to see Dennis Trunk accompanied by a couple of guards going off to address the guests. "Another time," Vincent thought as he watched Trunk walk off, and ran the other way, in an attempt to find the jewels. |
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| JOLS | Apr 30 2010, 02:02 PM Post #17 |
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Mars whispered to Flo some quick instructions right before he left his buggy to walk up the steps of the estate's entrance. "Alright, when I get in, I'm going hang this scarf outside one of the windows. When you're all settled, I need you to go around and look for the window, and place the box I put under my seat there. It's got some stuff I might need." Mars displayed the scarf at his neck, Flo nodded in understanding. Mars was satisfied with Flo's grasp of his request, and stepped off the buggy. He presented the invitations and the greeter took half a look at them, before he announced Mars' new name to the air. The entrance had gone very smoothly to the eyes of Mars. What he didn't notice, but Flo did, was the whisper the greeter gave one of the others, who promptly walked in, after Mars. Mars got the sudden rush of getting away with a lie, as he walked into the imposing and done up house. Spirit gave him a good run down of a plan. "Alright, watch yourself up there." Mars whispered back to Vince. The initiative he just took made up for his inaction earlier, he could make a good Agent, after all, thought Mars. Mars took a quick scan of the foyer, he noted all exits, the two small doors off to each side. They looked small enough to be to closets. He wasn't using a coat, so there was no need for someone to assist him with one. This mingling Mars was about to engage in, was actually one of the easier parts of this mission. He was used to brushing up against rich fops, being a former successful artist. In fact, it was a very simple thing to act like you know about things, when you actually don't. In his experience, that was the gist of most conversations, at these types of functions. So far, the party hadn't really gotten swinging yet, mostly just a few groups of people speaking to each other, that probably knew each other outside of this party. Mars walked up to one such group, and commented on the abhorrent state of the art scene in Loguetown. "Well, I don't know about you gentlemen and ladies, but I find it truly refreshing to see someone with taste in art." Mars gestured about the lovely ball room. "Here in Loguetown, it seems every other artist want's to just make his mark, creating the strangest of works." He was sure this type of back-handed compliment, and divisive mouth garbage would score among this crowd. He was right, the gathered murmured in agreement, they wanted to look as cultured as he appeared. One man who looked a bit younger than him, took the bait and followed. "Ah, a fellow connoisseur, I see. However, I must express my ignorance, I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting." The noble man smiled at Mars. He bowed and waited for his name. "Ah, of course, pardon me, I am Baron von Richt, of Fen." Mars played the part of forgetful noble, and bowed back. The gathered chuckled. Could it be he had committed a faux pas? Either way, it seemed to amuse his crowd, so he decided to play off the jest. That was something which he liked to do, party or not. |
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| CarodanTheChomper | May 1 2010, 01:11 PM Post #18 |
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Dashiva had heard of the party whilst having his stay in this unbareable town. He hadn't had any booze, wine, or any alcohol for that part in weeks and this party might just have been what he was looking for. Of course he didn't have the planning skills or patience to figure out a way to get in legally so he had figured he would crash the snooty ass party. Having walked up to the wall of the Estate. He must have been early but he saw a few carriages entering. This gave him an idea. He waited till he saw the carriage filled with musicians go to enter and made a break for it. He tucked and rolled under the carriage holding onto the metal which supported the carriage itself. Once he made it passed the first check point he dropped out and rushed to the bushes. Dashiva rid himself of his skull bands and straightened out his hair. He puffed out his chest a bit to appear more "large winded" and walked over to the carriage that held the musical instruments. He grabbed some container that looked like it held a trumpet or something and marched his way into the estate past the guard. No problems, with his "exotic attire" he almost appeared to be one of the people attending the party rather than playing at it. Once inside he ditched the instrument at the music station and searched around for the table holding the refreshments. 'Bingo, snobby alcohol here I come. Hehehe' Dashiva thought to himself. Edited by CarodanTheChomper, May 1 2010, 02:32 PM.
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| JOLS | May 1 2010, 10:57 PM Post #19 |
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In the grand ballroom, Mars greeted all the nobles one by one, as they announced their names. He kissed hands, and bowed, mostly. He did manage to remove three rings from ladies' fingers, though. Mars hadn't lost his touch, it was all about applying pressure to another part of the hand, to distract the mind from the pulling sensation. Trappings of the high life. With the introductions he was established, more or less, as one of them. Now, he would have to find himself to one of the side rooms, an empty one with an opening to the outside. He wasn't sure what he might need a rapier and painting supplies for, but he felt safer in a dangerous, or unknown situation with them. "Ah, you must excuse me for the moment, it seems there is nothing refreshing in my hand, my retainer seems to have gotten himself lost. Hard to find good help~" Mars sighed and put on a face as if there was nothing that could be done. The others murmured and chuckled, at what seemed to be all too common a problem amongst them. He flourished with his cap in one hand, turned sharply, and headed towards the green house. The sunlight that came from underneath the door, suggested plenty of windows. That was when Mars saw it. It was one of his old paintings. It was among a group of others that lined the wall, high up, along the entrance of the ballroom. Mostly just portraits, but his occupied the central position. Like a lot of his earlier paintings, maybe around the time he was twenty, it was a battle scene. A naval engagement, to be precise. The the Pirate Pirates, led by the world famous stuttering captain. In the painting, he was about to be defeated by a force, led by a vice admiral. He assumed it was a relative in Trunk's family. Mars noticed he had stopped in mid-walk, when he had spotted it. It shocked him greatly to see such a familiar scene, so far away from home. A dragon brewed in his stomach, it was made of disgust and stupidity, mostly about his actions on Anolecrab. There was only one way to rectify this, he would have to destroy that painting. But, it was too high up, and he was certain any attempt to destroy it would mess up his cover story. Mars thought it would be best to start to walk, as it was weird to have just stopped and stared at his aim, like an idiot. A man intercepted him, as he started up again. "Ah, admiring my collection? That is most of my family, and of course, the piece I hold dearest , 'Engagement off Swift Breeze' by Basilisk Vespertine. Mars, some call him." The man Mars could only assume was Dennis Trunk in the flesh, explained. He was dressed even more finely than most of the guests, as a host should be. His outfit even included a velvet cape that fell to his waist, and a cane, with what appeared to be one of the largest gems Mars had ever seen atop it. The painting was a fine one, even by Mars' high standards. He might have cleaned it up a bit, in retrospect. The brightness of the Marine uniforms kind of offset the central theme, of a battle surrounding a sort of heavenly yet dread vortex. "If you would permit me to assume you are Dennis Trunk. I am Baron von Richt, of Fen, at your service." He bowed and flourished his hat. Dennis laughed at the mention of his alias. That was the second time that happened. Mars tried not to let concern cross his face, at the very least, a laugh was better than a shout for the guards. If there was anyone who might see through his disguise, it was Dennis, but, he seemed oblivious, for the time being. This lead Mars to thoughts about his earlier cover, as an appraiser, and something came to him. Mars had figured out a manner in which he could destroy the painting, and still be beyond reproach, in front of the eyes of all gathered. They might even thank him for it. "You assume correctly, Baron. However, I didn't realize men from the North Blue had such a wit! Haha! Marvelous!" Dennis gave Mars a back handed compliment, similar to the one Mars had given about Loguetown, earlier. But, Mars had some ammunition, ready to fire to back. "Yes, a beautiful painting, indeed." Mars played with his mustache. "I'm something of an expert on these matters, particularly living artists, from Anolecrab. It's a hobby of sorts, but, I am well recognized in the field. Like I said, it is a beautiful painting, if it weren't, fake." He nodded his head slightly, to attempt to differentiate when he wasn't jesting. Mars waited a moment for a response. Dennis gave him a dumb look at first, then just looked at him sideways and smiled. "Ah, haha, you almost had me for a second there, Baron." Dennis gave Mars another smile, full of straight gleaming teeth. Mars had the mind to sock him in the kisser, then and there. Instead, he gave a polite, but sorry grin, full of remorse at the news he had to break. "Unfortunately, I don't jest. I'll tell you what, how about we make a little wager?" Mars baited Dennis. Dennis' face froze at the confirmation, then thawed at the proposal of gambling. "Alright, then. I'm a man who appreciates a sporting odds, from time to time." Dennis grinned widely for the third time, and he gave his cane a little bump on the marble floor, for emphasis. The initial shock had worn off Dennis' face at the opportunity for a little fun. It was just the trick to get the party started. "Great minds, sir." Mars grinned back just as widely, this time. "This is what I propose, if you can assemble any and all art experts in our presence, I will attempt to prove that it is indeed a fake. If I fail to do so, I will commission and pay for a new work by Mars, just for you. I am a personal friend of his, and it would be simple thing to arrange, as he is in town." He paused for a moment, partially for effect, partially to look at Dennis' reaction. It was a pretty big risk he had took, by informing him that Mars was indeed, in town. But, he really wanted to see that painting off the wall. Dennis arched an eyebrow, he liked what he heard, so far. "If I win, however, you must hand me the painting. I will destroy it for you, for all to see." Mars continued, and around him, towards the party-goers. If Mars was right about the drug connection, the amount he payed for even such a grand painting as 'Engagement off Swiftbreeze', was a drop in Dennis' fortunes. The biggest hurdle would be the man's pride. Dennis took a second. He looked up at the ceiling, as if the answer to what he should do, was written there. Mind made up, he turned back to the conversation. "All right, then, you're on. Shall we do this now?" Dennis' eyes went wide at the proposition, he couldn't back down. He was too much a risk taker, evidently. Besides, it was difficult enough, just to get Mars to paint you something, much less paint for free. And if word had leaked to the art world that he had stopped painting, it was all the more valuable. "We are in luck, it just so happens that I have some of my appraisal tools with me, in my carriage. I had the feeling you were a man of good taste, if some what far-sighted." Mars gave Dennis a jesting smile. Dennis snapped his fingers, he summoned his lackeys to take down the painting, and he also announced to the room that a game was on. Mars, walked off, back to his buggy, glad he wouldn't have to find a window for his case of supplies, after all. |
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| CarodanTheChomper | May 3 2010, 04:18 PM Post #20 |
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Dashiva was amazed at the wonderfull assortment of wines and other alcohol laid out across the table. His eyes sparkled with glee, he loved his alcohol as much as he loved fighting and even though he usually drank beer or rum he always had a huge soft spot for the good ol' expensive stuff. As he ran his eyes back and forth across the table eachwine in its own cooling bucket appeared more expensive than the last, all vintage of course. He had picked the right party to crash for sure. Calbonet aged 8 years, Regalt aged 10 years, fermonont aged 5 years. Then his eyes met it, a beauty amongst the beautifull, Alofonset dated year 1620, he had heard of its unique flavor, its esquisite aroma and smoothness. Looking around at the other party goers none seemed to notice him, he was near invisable in his garb amongst all of these well dressed nobels. Guess having flamboient garb had an upside. Dashiva poped the cork on the incredibly expensive wine and pulled out his special "party glass". The glass was enormus, think one of thoes huge alcoholic rehab glasses they use to make people think they are drinking less only larger. He poured himself a generous ammount of the wine and took a sip. It was amazing he almost felt bad taking the wine away from the rest of the party goers, almost. He had a few more swigs before he began feeling a bit woozy. Apparently the other rumor abut this wine was also true, 3 glasses can k.o. even the most resolute drinkers. Then the party seemed to shift a bit. Dashiva had no idea what was going on. Something about a guy challenging the owner of the house to a wager. He was already in a bit of a stuppor so without thinking he whispered to a few of the nobels. "How bout we make this a bit more interesting one good bet deserves another, even a small one. I wager 5,000,000 the baron of fen or whatever his name is can prove its a fake." Dashiva obviously was not in his right state of mind... |
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| Spirit | May 3 2010, 04:50 PM Post #21 |
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Vincent was never good at navigating buildings, especially the ones that he was in for the first time. So as he rounded he corner, he was not surprised to come upon the servants' quarters instead of the treasury. "Damn it," Vincent mumbled, "must have taken a wrong turn somewhere back there." "Great, the guy I'm stuck with can't even find his way around a simple house," the voice grumbled. "Hey, I didn't ask to be stuck with you either, so just can it," Vincent replied, slightly aggravated. After backtracking several times, taking a couple of wrong turns, and noting several notable features of the house, like the armory, guards' quarters and an incinerator, Vincent finally arrived at the treasury. Peaking around the corner, he noted the surroundings. The door to the armory was not much different from the other doors, although it might have been a little bit bigger. If he wasn't looking for it, Vincent might have missed it, except for the fact that the lock on the door was slightly more intricate and more imposing than the ones on the other doors. Also, the sleeping guard in front of the door was a pretty good clue in itself. "Damn," Vincent thought to himself as he patted down his pockets, "I seem to have left my lock-picking tools back at the apartment." "Why don't you try Mars, he seems the type that would have some, plus he's prepared and informed better than us for this party," the voice said, "but damn you for forgetting them, we could have been done with this job in a jiffy and gotten out of here a long time ago with the money, leaving Mars to deal with the nobles." "You know what? Fuck you. Mars has been nothing but good to us, plus it wouldn't do us any good to we betray him here," Vincent smiled. "I like the way you think," the voice chuckled. After looking some more at the treasury door, Vincent made his way back to main room. On his way back to the main room, he saw Mars making his way outside and altered his course accordingly to intercept. "I've checked out the second floor and found the treasury, as well as several other interesting places. So we'll go there whenever you're ready," Vincent whispered to Mars when they were close enough, and continued to the main room as if nothing happened. "By the way, do you know what's going on?" Vincent turned back to Mars and asked when he heard loud chatter on his way to the main room. |
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| JOLS | May 4 2010, 04:10 AM Post #22 |
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Mars was confronted by Vince on his way out of the pretty estate. Vince informed Mars of all the juicy areas, ripe for plunder, up above them. Mars considered for a second going up at that moment, but he really wanted to do harm to the artwork, first. "Hmmm, I'll be right back, I think they might suspect me if I disappear right now. I've cozied up to the owner, and also signed up to be a party gimmick. I need some stuff from the carriage first, though. I said you were my retainer, it would look bad if I got them by myself." Mars whispered to Spirit, and motioned for him to walk with him. He thought for a second and continued. "I think when everyone has started drinking, it would be easier to slip away, less people would notice my absence." Mars finished his excuses as to why he wanted to destroy the painting instead of go on the mission. Mars stepped back out into the fresh air, of a sunny Loguetown day. He asked one of the greeters at the door where he could find the carriages. They pointed down across the lawn, to his right, in what appeared to be a stable. Flo still sat at her carriage, it seemed as if she fiddled with something, at the floor of the buggy. Mars navigated his way through the shrubs and flowers of the well trimmed garden, to get to the buggy. He calmly walked up to Flo to examined what she was doing. Flo didn't notice him at first, and then jumped at Mars' seemingly sudden appearance. "Oi! You really shu'in snake up oun paypel loik dat! I cud of swan you was one o dem gads, you was!" Flo admonished Mars sharply in her strange dialect. Mars ignored her, for the time being, and looked down at his things. It looked like Flo had sifted through them. Before Flo could explain, or even react, Mars snatched his chest back from her. Mars blew a raspberry at her, Flo laughed at his display. Without a peep of any type, Mars turned back around, and left Flo to her own devices. Meanwhile, inside the ballroom, Dashiva attracted the notice of Dennis. Dennis frowned inwardly, to take control of the situation, he rested both hands on his cane, and pointed with his pinky at Dashiva. Two of the wait staff that attended the table, where Dashiva had snatched his bottle approached him, with intent to escort him to a 'VIP lounge'. They came from both sides, and inquired as whether he wanted a more comfortable setting to place his bets from, and maybe a smoke and other amenities. They gently laid hands on him, and attempted to lead him to the 'VIP lounge', located underneath the estate. It was only reachable from a trap door in the art gallery, which is the direction they wanted to herd him in. The VIP room was in fact so exclusive, it didn't allow anyone outside it, to go in; or inside it, to leave. "Looks like one of the musicians has helped himself, haha." Dennis announced to the party, to make light of the uncouth outburst Dashiva had produced. As a courtesy to the host, some of the nobles tittered at the face-saving joke. With his 'appraisal' supplies underneath one armpit, Mars walked back into the party, from outside. Sound emanated from one of the lounges, as musicians tuned their instruments. The experts for the painting's trial had already been assembled, and the large, and imposing painting had been laid on an easel. The work faced the crowd, gathered in a semi-circle. Two of Dennis' retainers stood at both sides of the painting, they were invisible, to the discriminating eyes of most of the gathered. Mars went around to the front of his work, and stood next to Dennis, on the right side of the painting. At the sight of Mars, Dennis smiled. He took a deep breath, before he announced. "Ah, and here we have the inquisitor extraordinaire, Baron von Richt." Dennis continued the speech he had begun earlier about the game, to the crowd. Mars stepped up at the sound of his name, and bowed deeply to all gathered. Mars looked out over the party goers, four stood out in front, they appeared to be the experts. A nervous pit settled in Mars' stomach. He wasn't entirely certain how he was going to go about this. "Good afternoon, gentlemen, and ladies. I am but a humble dignitary, visiting from North Blue. However, I have in my travels through this wonderful blue, acquired somewhat of a taste for it's artists, particularly those of Anolecrab." Mars blurted out off the top of his head. He nodded thoughtfully throughout, as if he had rehearsed this speech beforehand. He set down his case by his feet. "Hey, you look Anolian yourself!" A brash young noble shouted, from near the back of the crowd. He wore a roguish grin at his mischief. "Haha, yes, that always makes it easier to acquire works, when I visit." Mars shot back, without a second's pause. He grinned widely. A few of the less disciplined among the gathered, tittered at the exchange. "But, that is not why I address you today, I am a dog after an all together different bone. Where as I am usually interested in finding new works, in this instance, I seek to destroy one." Mars paused a moment for dramatic effect, and began a walk in front of the painting. Dennis winked at Mars with his side that the audience couldn't see. The nobleman seemed to enjoy his display, as much as the rubes that stood about like sheep. "You see, I have glimpsed a fraudulent work today, and as a helpful gentleman to another, I would be remiss if I did not point it out." Mars paused in front of the painting, laid his hands on it's frame, and peered into it. His eyes scanned his former strokes, he took all their nuances in. The sight both nauseated and perplexed him. It nauseated him, in the manner in which it represented things he had come to loathe. It perplexed him, as to how he could prove it a fake. It took him a great deal of restraint not to try and pick up the painting, and snap it in two. It would be a convenient finish this farce, quickly and resolutely. That would have been a task in and of itself, however, as his painting was almost three meters wide. Mars turned back around, towards the crowd of nobles. "But, we are all civil men and women here, and as such, we should afford this painting all the fairness and civility we would show one which had contributed so finely, to any one of our houses." Mars continued in his dramatic fashion. A few of his 'peers' nodded their heads at his empty sentiment for fairness. "As such, the trial for 'Engagement off Swiftbreeze' has begun." Mars finished his introduction. The nobility clapped their hands at the entertainment Mars furnished, interested at the strange turn of events. He imagined most of these parties only managed to furnish ennui for the veterans of such things. By the age of many of the gathered, he assumed most were just that. Mars had finished stalling for more time to think up a strategy, and motioned for one of Dennis' retainers to come fetch his supplies. The retainer did so quickly and with grace, as he had been trained. The assistant stony gaze looked in Mars' direction, but did not focus. He opened the chest in front of him and displayed it's contents at Mars' convenience. A thought occurred to Mars, at that moment, and he decided to get out the clear hallucinogenic paint and brush, the tools he had taken out for a debut action, earlier. Edited by JOLS, May 4 2010, 01:40 PM.
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| CarodanTheChomper | May 4 2010, 04:45 PM Post #23 |
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Dashiva was delighted by the fact that he was going to get to spend time in a comfortable environment and make some quick cash off the dunder head nobels.The VIP room, what luck! Things were really looking up for him yes indeed. That or the alcohol had gotten to him so badly he couldn't tell left from right. Oh well. He was gleefully led away from the crowd by the guards thinking himself some hotshot for being invited by the head of the household to his own special room. "You know *hic* I'm a master cartographer, *hic* star mapper that is, and I can tell you guys *hic* are really lucky to have a boss like him. Such a nice fellow *hic* throwing this party and invinting a stranger into his own VIP longue. Really nice fellow he is." Dashiva said in a drunken stuppor. When they had reached the trap door in the gallery that lead to the "VIP Room" Dashiva staggered about out of the grip of the guards escorting him. "Don't worry fellas. I got thi- I got this one" he bent over lifted up the hatch and fell head first down the shoot. Luckily during mid-fall he managed to twist and land in a way that almost did n damage, he was a lucky lucky drunk. Especially cause the fall righted his brain just enough to let him realize something was off. "Hey wait a sec... who puts a VIP room under an estate anyways?" he asked before the trap door was closed above him. |
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| Spirit | May 4 2010, 05:30 PM Post #24 |
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"Hmmm, I'll be right back, I think they might suspect me if I disappear right now. I've cozied up to the owner, and also signed up to be a party gimmick. I need some stuff from the carriage first, though. I said you were my retainer, it would look bad if I got them by myself." Mars whispered to Spirit, and motioned for him to walk with him and continued, "I think when everyone has started drinking, it would be easier to slip away, less people would notice my absence." Vincent followed Mars out to the carriage to grab his tools so as to keep his disguise of a retainer viable. He also made sure that Mars's lock-picking tools were also in the chest. When he walked into the main room after Mars, he noted that there were a lot more people than when they first arrived, and they all seemed to be gathered by one of the paintings on the wall. "I guess this is what the party gimmick was," Vincent thought as the approached the painting behind Mars. As Mars was giving the speech to the crowd of nobles, Vincent took that time to look at the painting. It was a very big and beautiful painting which led Vincent to wonder why Mars wanted to prove the painting to be fake and destroy it, unaware of Mars's past. Vincent was even more surprised, if not alarmed, when he saw Mars pull out the can of hallucinogenic paint that he used earlier to get the invitations. He soon began feeling the tell-tale sensation of the hallucinations coming on even thought Mars had yet to begin using his paint. "If anything good comes out of him using the paint is that I can get closer to Dennis and make him pay," Vincent thought as the sensations became more distinct. |
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| JOLS | May 5 2010, 12:20 AM Post #25 |
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Mars scanned his eyes along the gathered in the ball room, the different heights of the people, and intricate get-ups, captivated the hungry eyes of the artist. Musicians left the quarters they had prepared in, and began to set their stage. Mars took a deep breath, and continued his inquisition against his former art, and beliefs. "If you would permit me, I would like to begin with a few points." Mars addressed the crowd, he acted the role of prosecutor. "This is not a painting by Basilisk Vespertine, but a talented mimic. My argument will consist of several truths, some easier to prove than others, but all pointing to this basic conclusion. In fact, I believe I know the name of the fraud who has painted this, and I know him personally. I will prove this to the court, and reveal his name at the end of this examination" Mars lectured the jury and the defense. He then turned to Dennis. He held up the hallucinogenic paint and brush, for Dennis to examine. "If you will permit me, this water soluble glaze will help me demonstrate my first point. It will not harm the painting, I assure you. It dissolves within 24 hours." Mars justified the presence of his paint, and lied through his teeth about the way it dissolved. Dennis looked it over carefully, as if he had some sort of understanding of what it was. Satisfied with it, Dennis deferred to the prosecutor and nodded sagely, he motioned to continue with the examination. "What kind of glaze is that? I'm afraid I've never heard of such a thing." A paunchy old defense attorney, or actually a paunchy old nobleman, inquired towards Mars. Mars looked off to the side, and tried to come up with a good excuse for him. "Ah! This glaze is a wondrous artifact, it is capable of revealing the brushstrokes beneath the top layer, this allows us to see the Artists original intentions. When I heard about it's production in the Grand Line, I knew I had to acquire some." Mars turned, before he could get a confirmation that anyone understood what he was talking about. But, the whole secret angle thing was good, nobles and pretenders usually ate that stuff up. He heard and 'oh' from behind him. "You see, with this I can prove that, this was painted by someone with more talent than Mr.Vespertine. In fact, he dumbed down his skills on purpose, as his finishing touches. The artist in question, has the unique ability to make the paint literally dance before you eyes, and make figures come alive. I will demonstrate by making an earlier layer visible." Mars turned around and leaned in close to his former pride and joy, and began to deface it. He traced over the white parts of his marines, with his white hallucinogenic paint. He blinked a few times, he had long taken the wax from his nostrils, and saw the full effect of his drugged paint. After Mars worked for some moments, and was satisfied he had tagged most of the little marines, he turned back to look at the people's reaction. Some had evidently been captivated by his claims, they peered intently at the painting, they tried their best to make out what he had promised them. Their eyes shifted quickly from marine to marine, some stood on tip-toes, to try and see above others' heads. A older noblewoman was the first to be affected, she gasped suddenly, her hand clutched her pearl ridden chest. "I see it, oh, do you, Alfred?" She turned to her elderly husband, a man who only had to grace his mustache, to establish his presence. He looked through a monocle similar to Mars', to try and focus on the painting. "By, Sengoku! I do believe you're right, it almost appears... As if the little men are fighting!" The man exclaimed, braver in his perception than any of the other unbelievers. As if on cue, others muttered, gasped and held their hands to their mouths. Dennis himself turned to the work, and if his serious face wasn't so well practiced, his jaw would of dropped at the sight. As the others were distracted, even the well trained attendants, Mars sifted through his case, and took out his rapier. He was ready for his second 'point'. - Meanwhile, in the 'Very Impenetrable Prison' room, the grated bars separated Dashiva from his captors. That, and a large iron door right outside the grates, both of them were locked. From the muffled screams that were coming from outside the VIP room, Dashiva wasn't the only one down in the dungeon. The screams themselves were muffled from anyone upstairs with layers of stone, brick, and cloth. A few minutes passed, and a loud footsteps could be heard walking towards Dashiva's cell. A key was heard unlocking the door, and it swung open. Two figures stepped into the area between the bars and the door. One was an 8 foot brute of a woman, all sweat and muscles. She wore clothes that appeared more suitable for a sweltering construction site, than a ball. The other was a man just as tall, but much more slender, who appeared to have a case of the sniffles. A handkerchief was kept at his mouth, and he dressed the part of a butler. However, they both wore pointed blue hood/masks on their heads, with only eye and mouth holes. "You have been chosen for a very special privilege, my friend." The thuggish woman grinned, she displayed several missing teeth. "Many have been acquired, but only you were the right choice for this special honor." The large woman lifted what looked like a billy club, that she had kept behind her, and put it into her left hand. She struck the bars with her club, and managed to shake the cage with the force of her blow. The skinny man looked like he was going to be sick. "I'll be right outside." The man blurted out, and stormed out of the room. "My partner doesn't have the taste for these things. But, no matter, it's time to prepare you for the ceremony!" The woman's eyes lit up as she finished her sentence. She took the keys in her other hand, and slid them into the cage's keyhole, her club arm raised in the air, ready to strike. Cultists
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| Pokefan137 | May 5 2010, 04:12 PM Post #26 |
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Leslie's eyes widened as she watched the painting come to life. 'Oh my gosh!' she thought to herself. 'It's like those Den Den Mushi monitors that the security guards in my parents house have.' Leslie smiled. She was so happy to be here, and as the host's date no less! It was sooo lucky that that pirate ship had crashed into the Blue Albatross. She had been in town looking for work, when she had heard of the incident. She immediately decided to offer her shipwright services to Mr. Trunk, and luckily he had hired her. She had been his employee for about two and a half weeks when he had stopped by the shipyard to check on the progress. "My, my." he had said as the two of them stood looking at the ship. "You've really got some work done." "Of course. You pay us to do work." said Leslie smiling. "True enough." he said with a chuckle. The stood staring for a moment in silence. "Ms. Olendzkaia." "Call me Leslie." said the blond. "Leslie." he said smiling. "How would you like to accompany me to a party I'm having." "A party?" asked Leslie. "You mean like a birthday party? Happy Birthday!" "No, no." said the man laughing. "Perhaps I worded that incorrectly. You see, I'm throwing a ball at my mansion, and I seem to find myself in need of a date. I was wondering if you would be willing to be my date." "Ooooooooh," said Lesli in comprehension. "That would be awesome! Let's do it." "Great." said Dennis with a clap of his hands. "Then let's meet tomorrow, and get you fitted for a dress." Leslie smiled as she looked down at her dress. She loved it. It was long and pure white, decorated with sequins that went so well with the matching white hairband, gloves, and heels. It was such a great dress. Suddenly, Leslie had a thought that drew her out of her thoughts about the dress. "Excuse me." she said raising her hand and walking forward. The crowd around her turned to stare, some curios as to what the young girl wanted to say, and some just to stare at her. "Forgive me if I'm being rude, Mr..." Leslie wracked her brains for a moment trying to remember the man's name. "Baron von Richt of Fen." whispered a nearby attendant answering her unspoken question with a smile. Leslie pondered over that for a moment before turning to face the man again. "Wait, so, are you like from Richt, or from Fen? Or is Richt a part of Fen?" This roused a brief round of chuckles from the surrounding audience. Edited by Pokefan137, May 5 2010, 04:15 PM.
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| Spirit | May 6 2010, 08:48 AM Post #27 |
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As Mars continued to talk about the painting, Vincent looked wearily at the can of pain, wondering how Mars was going to use it. After his speech, Mars picked up the can of pain, or glaze as he referred to it to the nobles, and started adding it to the painting, specifically to the Marines in the painting. Before he could ask Mars what he was painting the Marines for, Vincent was taken aback when the Marines began to move, and as one noble gentleman put it, fight. Since Vincent had been exposed to the drug for far longer and in greater amounts than the nobles, the effects were also greater. Vincent ducked as a stray bullet whizzed past his head. As he turned to see where it came from, he was surprised to see Marines coming out of the painting and forming a firing line in front of it, aiming directly at him. "Wait, wait, there are civilians here!" Vincent shouted at the painting Marines, but as he looked round, Marines took place of the nobles that were there before. Even Mars and Dennis were gone as well. "Hey snap out of it," the voice said, "this is all just a hallucination!" Hearing the voice brought Vincent slightly out of the hallucination. Now the Marines were gone, but they still fought in the painting. "Now is my chance," he thought pulling out his throwing knifes and making his way towards Dennis as Mars pulled out his rapier. |
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| JOLS | May 6 2010, 03:33 PM Post #28 |
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Mars fiddled with his rapier for a second, in front of the enchanted crowd. As his next point, he planned to remove the backing of the painting, and show his worked unframed. After he had messed with his signature, of course. Mars heard a voice establish itself above the others, he looked up and saw a new member of the defense team. She inquired as to his name, it took Mars a moment to understand what she was talking about. "Ah, yes, well... About that..." Mars stalled and gave a hesitant chuckle. It gave off a dunka dunka sound, a nervous laugh of his. Dennis also took the opportunity to smile at the repetition of what he still believed to be a joke. "I suppose it's a sly jest of mine, anyways, on to my next point." Mars tried to get the event moving on quickly, created his strange noise again, and unsheathed his rapier. One of the greeters, who of course knew that Mars' invitation said Baron von Richt of Fen, took the opportunity to whisper in Dennis' ear, about the situation. Dennis face darkened for a moment. He looked up towards the musicians for a moment, and signaled them to start the music. Invitation to the Dance "Ha! Well, it, eh, appears the hour for the first dance is already upon us!" Dennis used the same voice he had used to usher away Dashiva, a few octaves higher than his normal. Maybe a little bit higher, this time. He raised his hands and clapped a little, for good measure. "Ah, we will continue this later, whipper snapper." The older paunchy expert declared boldly, in Mars' direction. A chorus of silent disappointment sounded at the swift ending of the trial. The well-groomed crowd began to turn around, towards the empty half of the ballroom, to begin filling out their dance cards. Mars regretted his decision of not informing Vince of his intention to use hallucinogen at that moment. If he had asked him to plug his nose, perhaps the largest faux pas since the beginning of the party wouldn't have occurred, in an afternoon already punctuated by them. Well actually, it was dangerously close to the realm of assault, at this point. Mars tried to intervene as soon as he saw what was about to go down. He stood in front of Vincent and grabbed him by the arms. "Ah, it is just the wondrous effects of the painter!" Mars tried to stare some sense into Vincent. He looked back towards Dennis, who moved towards the crowd, specifically Leslie. He walked sideways like a crab, and didn't let his eyes leave Spirit. "I, em, apologize for my retainer, he is a simple minded man, dunka dunka dunka." Mars gave a crooked smile, much too broad for the situation. Four guards had already come into the ball room, they hoisted their halberds with them. They hoped to escort Mars and Vince to a similar VIP room as Dashiva's. They moved soundlessly towards the troublesome duo, unnoticed by most of the noble'do wells. "I think a retreat would be useful, for the moment." Mars whispered to Vince. Mars tried to lead Vince away by the arm, his sharp eyes had detected the presence of of the hidden doors used by the staff, along one of the walls of the ballroom. The seam they created was a simple thing for his painter's eyes to detect. He assumed they didn't have any locking mechanism, or that they would be left open, during such a busy time. Four Guards
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| Pokefan137 | May 6 2010, 07:07 PM Post #29 |
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Leslie squealed inwardly upon hearing mention of the first dance. She was so excited that it completely drove everything she was about to say from her mind. She turned to follows as the crowd began heading towards the other end of the dance floor. Suddenly, she heard a shout. She turned just in time to see the good Baron holding back his attendant, and looking somewhat nervous. She wondered for a moment what was going on. That is until she saw her date quickly approaching. She smiled happily as he got to her. He smiled at her before bowing and extending his hand. She did a brief curtsy, before taking his hand, and, just like that, they were off. They began slowly with the rhythm of the song. It was gentle, like a butterfly landing on a freshly bloomed flower. Suddenly the music abruptly sped up, and the couples on the dance floor quickened their pace to keep time with the fresh tempo. Bodies were flying about the floor like a swarm of miniature tornados, and everyone appeared to be having fun. Leslie couldn’t help but smiled as the dance continued. She looked at her partner, only to notice that his eyes were elsewhere. She stared for a moment, though not missing a beat in their intricate waltz. She followed his gaze towards the Baron and his attendant. She noticed that the Baron appeared to be looking at something. She followed his gaze to an adjacent wall of the ballroom. She tried to see what he was looking at. There didn’t seem to be much, except for some of the servant’s entrances, and she doubted that he would be trying to go in there, plus it would take a keen carpenters eye to spot the narrow seams in the woodwork that marked such entrances from that distance, which she doubted he had. Then again, she didn’t really look like much of a carpenter herself, and she had many a time proved others to be wrong. “Dennis?” she asked. “Why would the Baron be wanting to go through the servants entrances? If he’s hungry then couldn’t he just ask them to bring something to him? Plus there’s that nice buffet table you have spread out.” Edited by Pokefan137, May 6 2010, 07:08 PM.
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As Mars grabbed Vincent and looked at him, Vincent calmed down enough to realize that he was about to make a terrible mistake that could cost both him and Mars their lives. "Great going numbnuts!" the voice shouted in Vincent's head as he grasped his head as if with a headache, "You almost cost us our lives with that little stunt of yours. Good thing Mars grabbed you before you could do any more damage!" "Just shut it, will ya? Vincent said angrily, unaware that he said it out loud, "We can still get out of here safely." "I think a retreat would be useful, for the moment." Mars whispered to Vincent, leading him towards the secret door. "Sorry about that." Vincent said to Mars as they made their way away from the guards and towards the secret door, "If we can find our way up to the second floor, I can find my way to the treasury and out of the building." Without armor and heavy weapons like the guards, Mars and Vincent reached the secret door before the guards and went it, with Vincent locking the door and putting a nearby chair under the handle just in case. "Ok, now we just have to find a staircase to the next level," Vincent said to Mars, "Would you mind taking point, I'm still having slight side-effects from the paint." |
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