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Post by tomatepirata on Feb 6, 2012 23:00:34 GMT -5
Adjusting arm to have a better link, Antonio hummed thoughtfully. "He'd probably be by the carriages, making sure everyone got home alright. It won't be long before guards show up to find out what the explosion was about." Starting in that direction, he sighed. "Are you sure you want to though? I can check on him tomorrow if you'd rather go home."
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Feb 7, 2012 0:28:21 GMT -5
The blonde's green eyes narrowed on his partner, "Why are you trying to get me home?" Feliks frowned, trying to figure out how he'd get home unnoticed since his disguise was impossible for him to retrieve. He looked ahead at where the carriages were, noting the dwindling number and the faces he could see. "It doesn't look like he's there."
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Post by thehero on Feb 20, 2012 0:52:12 GMT -5
Things often didn't go exactly according to plan, but one thing Alfred most definitely hadn't planned on was being tackled but an unexpected third party. Yet with the experience he had under his belt, he was fast enough to draw his own knife when assaulted , ready to counter the attack he knew would be coming for his throat. But again, he found himself looking into one face he never wanted to see in such a situation.
Alfred stared back at Arthur, eyes just as wide, shocked. His brain momentarily shut down. Why? Why? Why are you here? Why are you doing this? I'm sorry. Why? Whywhywhywhywhy-WHY!? As the other spat out his name he swallowed and snapped back to reality. The fear and guilt that was settling in his stomach was quickly overwhelmed by rage bubbling in it’s place. Why was he here, and seemingly defending nobles?
Teeth gritted, Alfred growled at his old keeper, “The fuck are you doing!?” Rolling, he tossed the pirate off, and quickly scrambled to his feet. He looked from Arthur to Francis, and lashed out at the latter, flinging his knife. He kept his aim low, just wanting to hurt the man, not kill him. Not looking to see whether his knife hit its target, Alfred bolted.
He caught the side of carriage and used the momentum of his running to hop on, pulling himself up to the driver’s seat with ease. (A strength and talent he wouldn’t have without one of the blondes he just left behind) Hollering to the man inside, knowing the pirate captain’s strength was with a bow, the youth gave a small sigh of relief as the man inside responded that he was fine. Looking in, Alfred saw his mate had been caught in the arm, but they both knew that to even worry about taking care of it, they had to get the hell out away from the scene of the crime. And Arthur.
Taking the reins from the other, Alfred snapped the horse into a full on gallop, racing down the street, onward into the darkness.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Feb 24, 2012 16:05:33 GMT -5
Francis had been too preoccupied with scrambling into the carriage to grab Lili that he had not seen the knife. Just before he could reach the carriage door, a flash of pain tore into his side. He fell back with a shout.
He lay on the ground, clutching his side. Groaning, he was horrified to find a blade near his ribs. But it was forgotten the moment he heard the clatter of the carriage wheels.
"Lili!" he cried out.
He tried to push himself back to his feet, but to no avail. He stumbled onto the ground once more, watching helplessly as the carriage disappeared into the distance.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Feb 24, 2012 17:11:43 GMT -5
The next thing to fall out of Arthur's mouth are a mass of swearwords, and he stumbles over his feet as he tries to chase after the carriage after Alfred, not quite being able to get his mind in order after that shock.
Arthur almost lunges for it, before he realises what he saw Alfred do and swoops back towards Francis, instantly grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him flat on his back, giving a slight glare at the other.
"Don't move." He commands, his tone unwantingly harsh. One hand still on his shoulder, his expression moves down to check the wound and the knife, and gives a small intake of breath. Nothing fatal, nothing intently serious. But still rather bad. He looks up at Francis, pauses, before shrugging off his jacket.
"Hold on, this'll hurt."
He grabs the handle of the knife and pulls it out with efficiency, immediately bundling and pressing his jacket to the wound. As he kneels there for a moment, his fists clench.
"The fucker..." He curses, blind with rage. He presses against the wound, and starts to look about for assistance.
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Post by Lili Walser on Feb 24, 2012 18:50:41 GMT -5
Lili, for all it was worth, had struggled against the two Ruthians that had grabbed her. "N-no! Francis!" But she was soon pushed into the carriage, landing on one of the seats rather ungracefully. Immediately, she'd moved back toward the door, intending to attempt an escape... she couldn't just allow herself to be taken, not like this... not... not... no. She couldn't!
It didn't do her any good - one of them appeared in the doorway to the carriage. Immediately, instinctively, she shrank back, gasping in fright when he was first hit with an arrow in his upper arm - and then still entered the carriage, taking his own seat on the other bench, between her and the door. She'd not be able to escape now... there wasn't another door. She pressed herself as far into the corner of the cab as she could, shaking and wide-eyed. As the carriage first began moving, then picked up speed, her breath shuddered out, then caught on a sob. Almost without warning, for if she could have controlled the impulse to weep, she would have, tears began to flow freely down her cheeks. Rather than meet her captor's gaze, if he was indeed looking at her, she turned her face away and hid behind her hands.
Gilbert would be so disappointed and angry with her...
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Post by tomatepirata on Feb 25, 2012 19:56:44 GMT -5
“What do you mean? There was an explosion and you’re a very pretty Senorita, of course I’d be worried about you getting home.” He smiled in a way he hoped was convincing, then startled as he realized the carriages he’d been scanning held Francis, and Arthur. Toni grimaced a little, looked like he didn’t have a choice. Though why Francis was….was that blood? “Ah, lo siento, you’re right. I shouldn’t pry so much.” He mumbled distractedly, walking by Feliks toward Francis, whom he noticed really was bleeding and why was he bleeding?
Before he’d even realized what he was doing, Toni had dropped to his knees beside Francis. “Mi amigo, Francis! Dios mio…” He looked up at Arthur, eyes a little wide. “What happened chico? Why is mi amigo on the ground bleeding?”
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Feb 25, 2012 21:45:03 GMT -5
Feliks' eyes flash toward the blood, not answering Antonio. The blonde didn't do well around blood.
Once the man left him, Feliks backed into the shadows. There were plenty of people surrounding the fallen man, he didn't need to join them. He sighed as he rounded a dark corner. What was supposed to be a pleasant evening ended up being a disaster. He wished he could change before going home but he'd just have to be careful not to be followed.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 14, 2012 17:53:34 GMT -5
Francis barely suppressed a groan as he felt the pressure on his wound. He could only hope that the wound wasn't as bad as it felt. Judging from the fierce bloodflow, it might not be.
He blinked up at the new faces hovering over him. Was he imagining things? No...that was definitely Arthur; Francis recognized his scent and the warmth of his hand even unconscious. And that was definitely Antonio on his side, his usual cheer replaced by concern.
Squinting, Francis tried to reach for them. "What...? How - how are you both here?"
He hadn't been expecting Arthur at all, and Antonio, who had been invited, would have been back at the mansion...The mansion. The ball. Lili.
Francis struggled to sit up, sucking in air as he tried to ignore the flaring pain in his ribs. Lili - where could she have been taken?
"Go," panted Francis. "You have to help...you have to go. Lili, she's been taken, she's gone! We can't just leave her with them. They could do horrible things to her!"
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Mar 15, 2012 18:24:29 GMT -5
Without saying a word, Arthur pushes the Noble back onto the floor by his shoulder, holding his jacket against the wound. He flinches at the realisation of Antonio in his presence, and turns his head just slightly to look back at him. He turns back, concentration back on Francis. He's worried, underneath it all. He really is.
"Alfred stabbed him, is what has happened," he snides, murder in his voice, "and taken Lilli."
Gazing down at Francis for a moment, he can't help himself, and tenderly reaches up to brush a few strands of hair away from the male's face, without realising he was doing it. He tries a wry smile.
"Torture? If it's him who's head of their operation, the bloody idiot would probably be asking if she's okay right now in that carriage."
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