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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 14, 2020 21:58:36 GMT
Nothing she had heard was worth remembering: whatever scandals had been all the rage back then were forgotten and overtaken by newer and shinier scandals. She did remember the silk on her tanned flesh and the anticipation of a job and a party in one fell swoop.
The ball had started exactly an hour before sunset, two hundred guests, masks, conditions perfect for the work ahead. Nicolai awaited her at the door, a handsome but cold man in his middle forties. He looked a decade younger save for the gray in his hair and he had smiled at her. “My dear,” he had said in his posh accent, “how is it possible you come alone to my party? Surely some man got lost on the way here?”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 14, 2020 22:07:10 GMT
She greeted him with Johanna's lascivious grin; she had decided long ago that Silvia's arrogance and easy charm would not do for Johanna. No, her thief persona was sultry and seductive and sly. The black wig had been dressed carefully, with ringlets falling down around her face.
"Perhaps I hoped to find the man of my dreams here. At least...the man of tonight's dream." She put a hand on his arm, her nails were painted crimson whereas Silvia's were either bare or painted with a very natural-looking polish.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2020 2:04:22 GMT
Nicolai chuckled at that. “Well now,” he had said in that infuriating accent of his, “some dreams seem to last longer than others. Do you often remember yours once you awaken? But what is your name my dear?” She had heard the music playing, a new song she wasn’t familiar with but not overdone of in truth; too much brass.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 16, 2020 6:58:37 GMT
She leaned closer and gave him her sultriest smile. "You can call me Annabelle." She was playing Johanna but had decided that it was too risky to use the name for a job like this.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2020 15:00:22 GMT
Annabelle Silvia Johanna Von Raizer made Nicolai smile. “Charmed my dear. I do hope you will dance with me later, once I’ve finished,” he gestured slightly dismissively at the line behind her, “greeting these other guests.”
She’d went to the bar and saw many she knew or knew of, magistrates, merchants, warriors. The singer was Elena of Peloponnesus, a colony know for luthiers and musicians and strange enchantment magic. The few liquors she had tasted had been of the finest quality, burning like fire then becoming silk in her belly. She had seen men entering the lab partway through the night and had made her first move then.
Three stories, locks but no guards, probably something magical. She had cracked worse, she felt. Then Nicolai had returned. “A dance, my flower?” He had asked with a midnight blue orchid in his hand.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 16, 2020 17:29:47 GMT
"Of course." She smiled at him and batted her eyelashes. "I love to dance. That is a lovely flower, but I bet you give them to all the ladies."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2020 17:56:39 GMT
“You hurt me my dear,” he had said, voice all honey. “You’re hardly the first to receive a flower...but you’re the only one this evening.” She has seen the men leaving the lab as they danced. One had carelessly left the door slightly ajar.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 16, 2020 18:28:49 GMT
She laughed merrily and leaned in, whispering "You intrigue me, you know. I'd heard your name before but always with an air of mystery. But will you excuse me a moment? I must answer nature's call."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2020 19:06:13 GMT
“We all have to listen to our mothers,” he laughed. “There’s a room for that inside, third door on the left.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 16, 2020 19:11:47 GMT
"Thank you. I'll see you later." She brushed her fingers lightly over his arm and sashayed away. She headed to the bathroom, then sneaked back when Nicolai wasn't looking, and headed for the lab, praying that the door was still ajar.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2020 19:58:11 GMT
She had slipped through the door quietly, the lab gigantic and filled with hundreds of vials and books and more. A locked door at the far side had a strange green light flickering from under it., and there’s some strange fog rolling out from under the door as well.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 16, 2020 20:18:07 GMT
She moved closer to the green light but stayed back away from the fog while she observed the effects of both the light and the fog.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2020 20:26:03 GMT
She hadn’t had long; she heard people in the halls outside and time was critical. She didn’t feel any ill effects from the fog or the light and the temperature wasn’t affected or anything. She lacked the magical talent to determine anything else.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 16, 2020 20:33:13 GMT
She attempted to pick the lock.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2020 20:39:23 GMT
It had taken longer than she had liked but eventually she gets it open. She had slid into the room as quietly as possible to see a strange glowing green jewel, just as her instructions had indicated. It’s glowing and seems to be the center of the strange fog billowing about the room.
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