Demimonde Logs - Jan 8/17 - TBC. The Head in a Package.

(Jan 8) 15:49:26 [Edmond] The world was light and cheerful in the early afternoon of London. The faint smell of smoke in the air remained as that fire started those nights ago had run its course, taking with it a number of buildings. This was barely noticed by Edmond as he walked with no apparent sense of direction, though his steps seemed to veer slowly in a singular path. It was odd to be out and about at this time of day when he ought to be working, but the senior partners at RAPIER had felt that Edmonds performance over the last few months had been lacking. Further, he had failed to procure any sort of funding, which had been his last chance to remain on board. His meetings with the Lady Buchanan had been helpful in other ways, opening his narrowed eyes a bit wider to just how dark the underworld truly was, but they had none of them resulted in more funding for the small research firm designed specifically to learn more about the human mind and behavioral patterns. They had been formed specifically to learn about a murderer from years before, a man who had butchered his family without warning or notice as though under some sort of spell. He had insisted that it had been a monster that did it, but the folks at RAPIER believed that it had been his own mind that had created the monster, and his own body that held the knife. Now, as Edmond learned more of the darkened world beneath, this one of light, this 'demimonde', he was beginning to think that it was just as likely that there truly was a monster. Edmond had met vampires, and had been told in passing that there were creatures more powerful and secretive than even those. His musing continued to carry him through the city, though he was given no second glance as he blended quite well into the crowd.
(Jan 8) 15:49:39 [Edmond] He was dressed in quite a usual manner, wearing a black and grey suit of the finest woolen fabrics with linen beneath for comfort against the skin. The muted, somber colors fit in quite well, being the fashion of the time for men to remain more subdued and somber, though he broke this by wearing his hair long beneath his short, felt tophat. He completed this by being clean-shaven, where most men wore at least sideburns, if not a beard groomed in many styles and manners. He did not care about this and, with another functional eccentricity in the form of his shillelagh clacking along as his walking cane, Edmond made at least a slightly odd sight, though it was not remarked overly much. A few more minutes passed and he knew consciously then where he had been going subconsciously, and allowed himself the luxury of a little sigh. Apparently, he needed these people, which irked him in ways that were hard to describe, yet there was more to it than that. Subjugating thoughts beneath strength of will and breathing exercises, Edmond continued on his path for some time, walking with purpose now instead of a roundabout course that would eventually take him there. He stopped on a corner and pulled out one of his hand-rolled cigarettes in a small silver case and struke a match against the brick, standing there for many lone minutes to smoke it. Is was Faux Pas to be walking while smoking, though he knew not why and would not remark upon this. The calming feel of the tobacco in his lungs relaxed him, for a time, and he finally made his path the rest of the way down the block to the house, anonymous in its ostentacious manner (haha ostentatious manor). He approached the steps and mounted them quickly and, as usual, used the back end of his iron-shod shillelagh to rap soundly upon the door right next to the knocker.
(Jan 8) 15:49:51 [Edmond] Moments later, he was facing the same servant as before, the guy that had been so blatant in his disdain for Edmond. "The Baronet Dagenhart to call on the Lady Buchanan," he said in a formal manner, the speech used to irk the man even as much as it was used to state his intent. "Oh, and I would like a brandy." Apparently, Edmond had a standing order to be welcomed, to some small extent, for he was led to the visitors sitting area as he had been before. The butler conveniently 'forgot' to make the brandy available, though the glass decanter on the corner bar and glasses beside it were quickly located and Edmond poured himself a glass. That's what it was there for, right? He found himself a seat in one of the comfortable chairs and removed his gloves, flexing his burned right hand slightly, before lighting another one of his cigarettes. This was NOT faux pas, and almost expected in a visitors area. So, in this manner, he meditated quietly and smoked, waiting for the next step, whatever it may be. Would he have to beg or plea? He sincerely hoped not, and no he would not subject himself to this. No matter. Slow, languid puffs on his cigarette, the rich, sweet tobacco flooding the air.

(Jan 8) 16:08:22 [Elsie] After Reymund’s confession Elsie had been somewhat rattled by the truth and discovery, though as promised to the Scientist she would not betray his secret. Inwardly she knew they all had their demons on different levels within but she prided herself on keeping a promise and was as trust worthy as she could be. Though it put her own position at risk, the truth was Reymund, despite the disaster that had befallen him was a valuable member of the Society. His knowledge far outweighing the fact he was a Werewolf, his abilities having been proven long before he’d been bitten. This having all occurred while she was away on the Continent with Lord Blackmore - the secret, his secret had been well kept thus far so she saw no reason for speaking to the Board Members about such a thing. After all, the man had saved her life. Instinctively one hand moved to the still bandaged arm where the burn was still healing. Likely it would leave some scaring but Elsie was not so narcissistic to concern herself with such trivialities. Not when there was such dangers in the World. Such darkness that lived among them. Adorned in day attire that consisted of a white blouse tucked into the waistline of a long skirt with a thick ribbon wrapped around her waist and a broach with a small tuff of lace at the collar, she was rather subdued in her attire, looking less like the fashionable Lady who danced at Balls almost every evening, and fulfilled her duties at social events but -
(Jan 8) 16:08:30 [Elsie] rather, more scholarly. Instead of gallivanting around town, she had opted to remain at the Gardens to heal and thus her mix with other aristocrats had been limited to those of the Society. Raven stands were tugged up at the front, piled loosely atop with several curls free around her face while the remainder of her hair flowed back in soft, gentle loose waves that rippled over her shoulder. It was the Butler that alerted her to a presence in the visitor’s salon, her brow arching questioningly as he announced Edmund. She had not thought to see him so soon after their last conversation though it had ended on at least better terms than the previous one. “Very well. I’ll shall be right down.” In response to the Butler, while she gathered a wool shawl to wrap around her slender shoulders before heading out her office and down the stairs, along the length of hallway, lined with mahogany upon the walls, toward the double doors that opened into the Palor. She scented the smoke first, then as she entered within vivid hues immediately alighted the man who was sitting comfortably brandy in hand. A small smirk danced across her lips as she tugged the shawl tighter, letting it drape of shoulder and around her arms as she entered within. “Mr. Dagenhart.” She spoke, his name resonating in the room as much as the man’s presence did. Despite being seated, he seemed to visibly fill the space and she could not help the sense of challenge that riddled through her lower abdomen at the sight of him. What would it be today? An argument? Or perhaps something different entirely. “This is a surprise.” She offered as skirts swished with timeless effort upon entering the room on the whole. Uninjured arm extended by way of greeting, her lips curved into a warmer smile. “What can I do for you today?”

(Jan 8) 16:32:17 [Edmond] As was proper, the moment he had heard the approach of footsteps, Edmond had stamped out his cigarette in the large brass ashtrey that had been left for such a purpose. He had started to stand, but a twinge in his lower back left him lounging, looking as the disrespectful lout that most likely thought him to be in this particular area of the world. Sighing inwardly, he did force himself to his feet and gripped the proffered hand of the Lady, bowing over it though not being so brash as to place lips upon it. That would be crossing a line set in sand many years before. "Lady Buchanan," he said, a smile pulling wide over his face as he looked up to her, releasing her hand only after a perfunctory squeeze in the middle of her palm. "A pleasure, as always," he continued, waiting for her to be seated (if she did seat herself), before resuming his own spot in the comfortable chair. He did not lounge so languidly in it now, sitting straight-backed and upright despite the various pains in his body. "I was coming in to check on you," he said, realizing even as he spoke how much of a reach that was. He had showed a certain amount of concern for her after the events of the days previous, but he had not been by to check on her as of yet. This could be explained by his own injuries, though he had left the house under his own power mere days after. This was an awkward moment for him as Edmond looked down at his hands, staring at the raw and blistered flesh on his right hand from below the wrist where his wrist weapon had heated and scalded the flesh in the fire. "I am sorry, I have no need to lie to you, Lady," he said, fidgeting slightly as he looked at anything but her for a moment. Another deep breath steeled him, and he looked up, meeting her eyes directly, his posture erect and confident once more. "I do care about your health, Lady," he said, truthfully. "But I come because, as of recently, I find myself in need of employment."
(Jan 8) 16:32:58 [Edmond] He ground his teeth slightly, pride stinging from the blow of asking her in such a near direct manner, basically, if she could pay him. He would work, of course, but he would be soon homeless, his title carrying no land as of current and little in the way of legacy from parentage. Likely, he could find employment within the society of Psychologists throughout London, but the science was still rather new and the payment scant for such endeavors. He had been quite lucky with his connections with RAPIER. So, there he was, sitting and looking rather uncomfortable, his leading comment seeming to echo repetitively throughout the air and assault his ears again and again.

(Jan 8) 16:46:55 [Elsie] Was an exceptional reader when it came to people. Indelibly picking out certain nuances and such within a relatively quick time and thus as Edmond rose to great her she noticed the look upon his face, within his eyes and also the flicker of pain that resonated within. Her gaze followed his, toward the marred flesh which was not unlike her own, though hers remained bandaged to heal. Letting her eyes trail back to his face she fashioned the smile upon her face to meet his own, though his words of checking on her had her brow arching in a surprising fashion and eyes narrowing slightly. If she knew the male as she thought she did, he was here for an alternate purpose. Though she would not interrupt him. Essentially her ultimate goal was to have him work with the Group, whether it be a hired Hunter or within the Society on the whole. She was not so cruel or vicious to push a way someone who had also suffered a great loss within his life. Thus she allowed him to continue and thus he corrected himself and became far less fake with his actions and words. The fire within the room cast a soft gentle glow of orange, filling the room with ambience despite the time of day, while several lamps were lit to offer further glow to the area and allowing her to see him clearly. “You are right, there is no need to lie to me.” She offered taking a seat near the fire as if to draw from it’s warmth. As he continued to speak she poured herself a cup of tea from the ever present and always ready tea pot and china that stood atop the tray on a small table beside the chair. Other delectable’s were also -
(Jan 8) 16:46:58 [Elsie] there should one feel the need to nibble. After adding cream and sugar, the small silver teaspoon stirred the warm beverage which she placed upon her lap, on a saucer while she angled her head to peer his way. She as not to blind to notice how difficult it was for him to speak that truth. Nor how hard it must have been for him to admit as such - for anyone in that given situation to have to ask someone you’d not necessarily been on the best of terms with, for help was not exactly a happy occasion. The soft tinkling of the teaspoon came to a stop as she removed it and let it fall on to the saucer she was quiet for a few moments as if reflecting upon his words. “What of your work with RAPIER? “ She questioned, straight to the point. There was no need to play games at this point. “Was that not something of your preference, to work in the area of Psychology?” In truth, she wanted to know more about what was going on, though she was well aware of his need to acquire funds for the group considering that was how they had first met. What Elsie truly wanted to know was where his passion lay.

(Jan 8) 17:16:10 [Edmond] A slow breath followed as Edmond sipped again at that dark amber brandy, his pallet enjoying the flavor for a moment before it was swallowed, the slight burn trailing down his throat and into his chest cavity. It seemed to echo outward from there, warming his limbs and loosening him ever so slightly. "RAPIER," he said, a hand running back through his hair and ignoring the social graces that forbad such things. "No longer requires my services. Apparently, regular absenses and injuries have put them on edge in regards to me." He paused again and walked back to the counter where he poured another brandy for himself. He seemed to relax, just a bit, with his next sip. A slight, almost sad smile came again and he shrugged. "With my failure to procure further funding, and my absence due to my recent convalescence, they decided that it would be best if we parted ways for the nonce, though I am of the suspicion that they would prefer it be more permanent." He shrugged as though it were no matter, and truly it wasn't. Edmond could fund his life quite easily through various underworld dealings, that had never been a problem. He was well connected within certain circles, but the world knew of his family's plight financially, and he preferred not to be so blatant about things. "I am in need of... legal employment," he continued, feeling a bit more comfortable in the speech now that it had started. "I was given the impression that such things can be provided by you and yours, in return for services rendered." So, there it was. He had just said, though in a quite circuitous manner, that he would work for them, or more specifically, her, in exchange for a 'front', which, sadly, he was unable to set up for himself at this point.
(Jan 8) 17:16:22 [Edmond] As stated previously, psychology was not a lucretive field and he would be hard pressed to form a business to rival RAPIER without spending much of his time, days and nights, in creating it. Much of his time that would take him off of the streets and away from his true calling.

(Jan 8) 17:34:15 [Elsie] The woman was a mind reader, clairvoyant and an exceptional judge of character. Or so she had been for a considerable length of her life. Her gifts and talents lay within the realm of the mystical, of the brain and beyond. There was a part of her that knew this moment was to happen. Indeed a path had long been laid out before her, the cards having told her as much when they began to hunt the hunter now before her. But it was not with satisfaction that she responded. She understood his obsession. His passion to kill Vampires and his urge, his reason d’etre for doing so. It was not out of some misguided sense of doing good, or to rescue the World from darkness but because of what the that Demimonde had taken from him. In doing so, it had lead ultimately to his current position - asking her for employment. She was not without mercy however, nor was she uncompromising in any fashion. His services went far beyond physically hunting prey that the Society took. “Mr. Dagenhart, you are an educated man. You understand certain realms of the brain that we’re only just beginning to learn on the whole. I would not see that go to waste.” She paused taking a sip of tea as the china was brought to lips before lowering again. A moment’s pause she then continued a gentle smile toying upon her elegant features. “Though, you also come to us with skills that suit the needs of the Society. My question however would be are you willing to follow the rules we have in place? You’ve made your position quite clear before about not following others.” She wasn’t attempting to be rude, but merely keeping the conversation going. His being here, with her spoke volumes. That he was -
(Jan 8) 17:34:17 [Elsie] willing to ask her for help, even more so. But she had to be sure HE was doing it for the right reasons. “I’m not denying your request. I’m not saying No. However before we agree upon anything, such as what capacity and such, you should know more about us. What we do on the whole. We’re not just hunters, you see. We have scientists working around the clock to find cures. We have several locations throughout London for various activities.” She was interrupted in her speech by the Butler who by clearing his throat caught her attention. Eyes leaving Edmond she gazed toward the entrance noting the man was carrying what appeared to be a hat box. “Yes, Graves, What is it?” The Butler seemed partially embarrassed to be interrupting her, but spoke in his usual manner. “A package, My Lady. Address to you. I was told it was of the utmost urgency.” Elsie’s eyes widened, dropping to the box, confusion settling across her pretty features. “Well bring it in then.” Glancing to Edmond with an apologetic notion behind her vivid hues, she took the hatbox from the Butler. “My Apologies Ma’am. “ Before he exited the area and Elsie, puzzled by the package settled with a small sigh. “Excuse me, Mr. Dagenhart. I apologize for the interruption. “ Turning back to the box, it was fastened with a large red ribbon - much a kin to a gift it would seem. Tugging on the ribbon, it fell freely so that Elsie was able to tug at the box cover, removing it then dropping -
(Jan 8) 17:34:38 [Elsie] it on the couch beside her. Eyes peered within and an audible gasp flew from lips. Her face paled considerably, her hand gong to her chest as if she struggled to breath while she swayed in place, near stumbling back. “Good God…” she whispered and the box was immediately dropped to the ground with a heavy thud, and small child’s severed head rolled out across the carpet before coming to a stop. Unseeing eyes peering outward, pale as the skin itself. Drained of blood. It was followed by a card that fluttered to the ground, with obvious script upon it. The words, if read "You're Next. Lady. B. "

(Jan 8) 18:18:38 [Edmond] The long pause was pregnant in its profound nature as Edmond thought about the words, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the head of his new shillelagh. It was fresh and clean, yet to spill the blood of an enemy and as of yet, undamaged by circumstance. A Pikey, a Gypsy, had made it for him, for a price. "I understand," he said slowly, eyes distant as he met the wall rather than her gaze. "I have trouble with the idea of suffering a vampire to live, and I have no interest in curing them. Even thus cured, we must consider the state of the fact that they have committed how many murders over their time? I explore the mind not to cure the deranged murderers of the world, but to cure those who have smaller maladies, and are able to at some point rejoin society." He paused again to drain his glass of the potent brandy, only to refill it yet again. He felt the slight buzz behind his eyes and in his ears, the comfortably, unfeeling sensation of emotional numbness. "I learn of the maladies of the mind that cause the murderers and the dangers to the world that we may catch them and put them to death. There is no other recourse." He allowed a grim little smile to strike over his face, his eyes showing a harsh merriment "With that, you would understand that I am of no use to you in saving the fiends. It puts us in a position of knowledge. We both know where my skillset and my attitudes lie with the Beasts." He went silent again as the Butler came through and spoke with the Lady of her package. He watched in grim curiosity, not overly concerned, as the package was examined and subsequently opened. The long moments seemed to drag on for an eternity until it was finally brought to light what was inside. -c-
(Jan 8) 18:18:51 Edmond 's reaction was that of reflex, his hand dropping to his belt and ripping forth his 8 shot revolver. Immediately, it was pointed at the door, the most likely source of threat even as he backed himself toward the Lady, placing his back to her and his body between herself and any who may enter. The tense moments ticked away as he held steady with his gun, ignoring the burning in his hand and the subsequently ripped skin from sudden movement. "Ah... and I suppose you assume it is still appropriate to allow the Beast's to live, My Lady Buchanan?" He asked with a wry little chuckle, shaking his head. His gun was slid away, his body relaxing even as he took, for the first time, the moment to truly examine the gruesome contents of the gift.

(Jan 8) 18:32:38 [Elsie] The horror of what lay before her was unspeakable. The child’s head - a young girl by the way blond curls were massed atop the head, eyes peering out yet seeing nothing, smooth cheribum type lips that were void of color. It was haunting. It was terrifying and not something Elsie would forget. This was not the first gift she’d received and if she was truthful, open she’d speak of recognizing the handwriting on the card. But shock had overcome the woman and while Edmond’s actions had him stepping before her - as if in the line of fire she could only gaze upon the dead child with a fear clenching her gut that felt it may void itself of contents. Elsie had seen much in her day, she was raised knowing of Evil. She has seen it first hand, witnessed what it could do, but here, in the privacy of the Rose Garden’s parlor - it had become very much real. “I.. god.. “ The Butler having heard the commotion and several other lackeys of the Society entered the palor, most of whom stopped mid step upon seeing the severed head. “Dear GOD..!” One man spoke, with a stiff upper lip his eyes seeking out the Lady with concern etched upon his features. “We’ll have this … This removed immediately.” His eyes landed on Edmond for a moment before turning to the others and the Butler. “See this .. Thing is taken immediately. Remove the rug. Burn it.” Elsie remained quiet the whole while, unsure she could vocalize what she truly felt. Whilst she was strong - fortitude was indeed a merit of hers this was not such an easy situation to witness and be a part of. The man spoke this time to Edmond, without introduction nor did it seem he was going to. “Perhaps you may remove Lady Buchanan from the room, Sir. I would imagine fresh air may be of great help.” His eyes flickered to Elsie who was as pale as snow though as if in response to some unspoken word her hand reached toward Edmond’s to rest upon his -
(Jan 8) 18:32:45 [Elsie] arm. A croaked voice followed. “Yes.. Please, Mr. Dagenhart. Do you mind?” She asked in hopes the man would do as requested. Her mind however was filled with the many threats she’d received over the last year. The many items she’d encountered on the Continent. All of which had been kept a secret until today. He was becoming more fanatical it seemed. The threat of him growing foremost in her mind. Inevitability settled upon her. Finality oozed through her like fingers around her neck. Choking the life out of her. Why had she not killed him? Why.. ? The question was an eternal one but one that she had no profound response to, which was what made things worse on the whole. “If you please. I would so like some fresh air. The gardens at the back would suffice..” Her hand still upon Edmond’s arm, not tight but warmth would be felt from the notion. “I can’t breathe in here..” Before them, people were already taking action, gathering the head, the card which was offered to her, though she declined it with a shake of head.

(Jan 8) 18:55:55 Edmond Found himself holding the Lady with a protective hand over hers which was dropped upon his arm, something more instinctual than of conscious planning. "Of course! The Lady need not be subjected to such carnage any longer. Yes, let us remove ourselves," he said, his eyes constantly finding themselves drawn back to the horror of the severed head, the pure vileness that would make anyone or anything commit such an act. He had not seen the card, though he had some curiosity about it. It was a careful subjugation of impulse that stopped him from reaching out and grabbing it to examine with his own eyes. In moments, he was leading her through the manor, his stay there before giving him a general idea of the layout and where to take her. He did venture a glance or two back at the activity, his right hand clinching rhythmically, the pain centering him and keeping his rage at bay. Who would do such a thing? And who had dropped the package? He shook his head and, as they passed a servant, he met the gaze of the man, a very un-gentrified custom he could not quite shake as he treated others with an equal respect or disdain, depending upon his mood. With a few exceptions, the Lady Buchanan being one, for reasons he was not completely aware of. Perhaps it was their meeting in the world of higher society, though he had crossed the lines there as well by introducing himself without a request. "If you please," he said to the servant. "I believe the Lady would like to speak with the Butler in the gardens, when he has freed himself of his distasteful task. Would you be so kind as to bring word?" He had phrased this very carefully, not making presumptions to give orders in this house where he was a guest, but knowing too that the quicker the conversation with the Butler, the quicker the likelihood of garnering information about the source of the package. -c-
(Jan 8) 18:56:29 [Edmond] Edmond did have a sneaking suspicion, however, that the Lady was already aware of its ultimate source, though perhaps not the means of its conveyance. Whatever the case, Edmond himself would like to know, and he would treat it like any other hunt. Later this evening, he would be speaking to a few of his contacts, learning a bit more about who might be interested such in the Lady. He was not under the impression that the Society lacked the resources to procure such information themselves, but he was convinced that, no matter how this meeting and potential employment turned out, he would be fed only the information that was deemed necessary. He had already proven himself to be impulsive, dangerous, and, perhaps as a result, almost completely fearless. He had also demonstrated his reluctance to allow harm to come to those he considered allies, though the ostensible innocents of the world occasionally paid the price of his unwillingness to allow a monster to run free in the world. "Let's have a seat over here, Lady, and perhaps you can tell me a bit more about this," he said, his voice as calm as he could manage given the circumstances. "If it is necessary, my hand is yours for the duration of this particular hunt, I do so hate to see a young lady such as yourself in distress, especially at the behest of whatever vile monster, man or beast, that would perpetuate such an act." Now THAT was a strange impules, to offer his services so readily. It could be accounted for by the fact that he still had that head burned into his vision and he was quite sure it would be quite some time before he could close his eyes without seeing it, the detail stark and growing ever more exagerrated by the instant. -c-
(Jan 8) 18:56:51 [Edmond] As a trained psychologist, he understood this as to be a normal reaction to sudden trauma, events taking a more fantastic appearance as time continued. "Would you mind horribly if I smoked?" He asked, not reaching for his cigarette case. It was a horrible habit picked up only recently, one that he did not particularly like in himself, but one that he had not the willpower to combat in the face of such other violence. It was etiquette to ask a lady, though, before smoking in her presence. -fin-

(Jan 8) 20:26:17 [Elsie] Thankfully Edmond would do as wished, moving with her, even so much as keeping her ‘up’ as they walked through the Manse and out to the back garden. Most of which were snow laden, a sprinkle of white over dead plants save a few evergreens that lined the back fence. In the summer the gardens were a thing of splendor. In Winter they were almost haunting, a truth of the decay and death that could happen at any given moment yet also beautiful in it’s own way. The cool air hit her features and she inhaled slowly glad to be free of the scene within the palour. She was not a typical female who would faint at any given moment, but the scene had left her visibly shaken. So much she barely caught when Edmond had asked for the Butler to come out and speak with her as soon as possible. A bench readily found, she sat while using her good arm to tug her shawl around her. The chill obvious by mist that slipped from nostrils as she breathed, her eyes fixed ahead gazing at the wrought iron fence. “There isn’t much to tell.” Ah but there was but how did she open up that festering can of worms. How did she even begin? It would put her job on the line. Her livelihood. Her future. And those who worked with her too. She’d not be able to help as she had for so long. -
(Jan 8) 20:26:26 [Elsie] It would be akin to cutting of all limbs. “As ugly as it was, and shocking, it would appear someone has knowledge of what we.. No.. what I do. IT would seem they have a grudge of some sort.” Remaining in her position she barely moved, eyes focused on the fence and it’s intricate pattern melded out of iron. “I do apologize. Part of working with the Group can lead to some ugly events. “ It was evident she was in some manner of shock but before she could speak further the Butler ventured into the Garden, his own face visibly pale, eyes drawn and worried from what had occurred. Of course he had no reason to know what the package had contained. “My Lady. Please, forgive me. I was.. It was.. That..“ He stuttered and stumbled over his words before Elsie raised her bandaged arm, her hand up to give him reason to stop. “Graves, please. It was not your fault.” Though she couldn’t bring herself to look his way, eyes still drawn in the same direction. Was he watching her now? From some darkened corner, some vestige of a building that gave Him view? Why was he tormenting her after she’d let him go? It had become some twisted, wicked game to him. He knew she wanted him dead. That the Society thought him dead.. Gods. Why had she been so weakened in that moment… Why?
(Jan 8) 20:37:30 Reymund exits from this room
(Jan 8) 20:41:26 Elsie is marked away.
(Jan 8) 20:47:33 Edmond nodded slowly, not making any comment to interfere with whatever may be forthcoming from the Lady. It was very scant, though he had no reason to believe other than what she told him directly. The request to smoke was overlooked completely, but he allowed it to pass, deciding to eschew the habit for the moment and simply talk with the young woman. "It seems so," he agreed, his tone quiet and comforting, or at least as much as he could with the slightest edge to gravel over steel that always accompanied his speech. "I only thought, because it was personally addressed to you, it might be more specific than that. I suppose I was jumping to conclusions, forgive me," he finished, a seated bowing of his head his deferential motion accompanying the words. "Ah, here is the man now," he said, going to far as to flash the man a smile and a nod. He waited for the momentary, stumbling pleasantries to pass, before Edmond spoke directly. "I do not wish to make presumptions, sir, or to question on the Lady's behalf," he said, giving her not a glance, figuring forgiveness was easier than permission in this matter. "But I should think the manner of delivery is quite important. You said the individual who handed the gift to you spoke of the utmost importance," he continued, hand tapping again on his shillelagh as if for comfort or in nervous tic. "Was this person part of a regular delivery company? Had he a card or did he say from wence he came?" Edmond glanced at the Lady Buchanan for a moment, then, quirking a hint of a smile. This was where he was at home, this world of intrigue, where humans were the culprit. It was midday, so the delivery could not have been carried out by a vampire, he would think. This wasn't to say it wasn't a creature working for such monsters, but that mattered very little. A man he could find, with only a scant bit of information. -c-
(Jan 8) 20:47:52 [Edmond] "Anything you can remember would be of great help, and likely beneficial to the Lady Buchanan's health, since the method of delivery might lead to the culprit, a Trail of Breadcrumbs, as it were. He referenced the story often told to him by his mothers sister who had acted as caretaker and nanny for many years when he was a child. He knew it well, and almost by heart, and had even procured a privately translated English version, hand penned from the original publishing of the Brother's Grimm in Germany. Of course, the story predated their writing by a good five centuries, and the version he had been told by his aunt had had marked differences than the one penned by those intrepid scholars. -fin-
(Jan 8) 21:04:09 Elsie is back!
(Jan 8) 21:04:09 [Elsie] Edmund was asking questions and while it seemed that one should be asking questions it was as if he encroached upon her private dealings and given situation. She did not want him knowing of her foul mistake, her lapse in judgment or stumbling on to the very secret that haunted her every night. Caught between a rock and a hard place she could conceivably stop the line of questioning he gave the Butler but that in itself would beg the question Why?. Instead for the brief moment of conversation she remained quiet, hoping for breadcrumbs but not those that Edmond would follow upon. She felt however, in some respects his being there was a blessing in disguise. While not wanting to appear weak or foolish as most women of her acquaintance were, she found that his presence was comforting in a strange manner. Elsie wasn’t one to depend on others. The Group existed because of her ancestors and she was a team player but personal relationships crossed a boundary she wasn’t necessarily willing to go. It would take a strong man to understand what she did, what she could do and not cast her out. An even stronger man to support her work, to stand beside her and offer her the type of solace a lover could. Her husband had been a part of the Society. The match was made, and it was conducive on all ends to work. Yet, his untimely death had left the woman a young widow without much experience in terms of relationships that stemmed beyond work. Her mistake had been giving into the pleas of a man she was wed too. There was no love lost -
(Jan 8) 21:04:11 [Elsie] between them or so Elise had thought but there had been a common goal and friendship which when she grieved his loss, she truly felt. It was why she hadn’t been able to do what she was required to do. The Butler in the meantime stumbled in his words, appealing to Lady Buchanan with eyes that beseeched her aid. “Sir, there was nothing untoward of this delivery. As typical we get deliveries throughout the day from the other Gardens, and for our members. It’s not uncommon for something to arrive with urgency. “ He paused a moment, straightening his shoulders - somewhat defensive. “This particular arrival was brought by a young lad. A boy no more than 15 I’d venture a guess. Not a face I’ve seen before, but it’s not uncommon for boys of that age to act as delivery agents for paying citizens. “ - His words were very true, in the sense that Elsie was at time in disguise as such a male. Using the guise to operate on a level she couldn’t while as Lady Elizabeth Buchanan. With a deep breath that was expelled through lips she spoke, her hand moving to rest atop Edmond’s arm. “I appreciate what you are doing. I truly do. If there is a way to trace the package, it will be done. “ A light squeeze was given before she turned her attention to the Butler. “That will be all, Graves.” Dismissing the man before she turned back to Edmond again. She may have been cold but she gave no evidence of such. “I do apologize however. This ghastly affair has interrupted our conversation. In terms of hiring you, giving you paid work, I would be wrong in saying that -
(Jan 8) 21:04:20 [Elsie] this was not what I had hoped for. “ She paused trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the ordeal that lay ahead of her. “It is not lie that we have been watching you for some time. Your efforts in killing the Vampires were of great note. And we rarely, if ever keep them alive. The few we do, it is simply to get information for further nests but then they are subsequently killed. What cures we have are mostly for other ailments. ..” Her usual sense of pride was lacking, giving the situation on the whole. Her pomp and circumstance faded by the events. “This afternoon though begs the question if you do actually want to work with us? “

(Jan 8) 21:35:21 [Edmond] The question was, in fact, begged. Did he want to work for a place so hidden in shadow and intrigue, yet found to exist in such a manner that a delivery boy would know where to find them with such a horrid 'gift'? He started to shake his head, but he stopped, watching the departing Butler for a moment, before looking back to Elsie, his eyes boring hard into hers like a twin pair of dentistry drills, the hardness in his visage acting as buffer to any positive emotion. "The events of this afternoon will not change my decision," he said in a voice that was as flat as it was hard. "And I would have quite a bit of trouble leaving one of those Beasts alive were I not given the opportunity to cut parts off of it and make it suffer as I..." he caught himself, jaw hardening even further, before he looked down and closed his eyes, allowing the emotions to fade. He looked back up, more calm, but no less determined. "To make it suffer as it has made so many people suffer by taking their loved ones, by attacking them in the night." It was a personal vendetta, yes, but there was a sense of honor behind it. A sort of just desserts. A modification of occult beliefs in the Law of Three. You take from me, and I take from you tenfold. Though, in Edmond's case, it was: I take from you every last one of you foul creatures, leaving behind scorched Earth and the memory of a bad dream.
(Jan 8) 21:35:33 [Edmond] He allowed himself a small smile, then, as he reached out and took the Lady Buchanan's hand once more, cupping it in both of his. He didn't notice as a bit of the loosened flesh split even further, allowing a line of pale blood, more plasma than red cells, to drip down and stain her pale skin. "I told you true, I find that our purposes cross in more ways than one, and I am in need of you now more than ever before," he spoke further, not correcting the possible misconstrued notion of needing her in specific. He liked the woman, but there was certainly no need for her, was there? The thought was pushed away and he continued after only the briefest of pauses. "I propose you allow me to make some enquiries, seek the source of this package. I am sure I have contacts that you and yours may not, even if some of ours likely cross paths. This would prove my further usefulness to you and your organization, and perhaps garner some mutual trust. From their, our relationship can come into full fruition." He allowed himself a slight shrug and a bemused smile, though, perhaps it might be noted, that his seeming slips of presumption were not corrected.

(Jan 8) 21:55:26 [Elsie] There was a sense of compliancy that had fallen over her. The usual vigor, fight and strength she carried had melded into this mere semblance of who she was. But the child’s face continued to play in her mind. She’d often thought of having children of her own and once she’d married it had been a good possibility that she could carry on the line of her Ancestors. Only that was stolen from her by the very beasts she hunted. Regardless of no love between them she had performed her wifely duties as accorded though it was more on a per functionary level than anything romantic or passionate. The sense of dullness had settled in but there was a chance for a child. Unfortunately that had been taken from her with the death of her Husband and future prospects, whatever they may be IF they were seemed very slim. In response to Edmond’s words she finally broke her gaze from the wrought iron fence to peer his way as he took her hand. Her eyes lowering to the gnarled burned flesh before back to his face, some alarm creeping on her features. “Your injury!?” As if it blocked out all other things she reached into the pocket of her skirts, pulling free a handkerchief that was delicately embroidered. Placing it over the somewhat bleeding wound she pressed it lightly so not to hurt but to allow the material to soak the liquid the seeped. “We’ll have one of our Doctors look at that. It’s been left untreated. We have serums and the like that can aid in the healing -
(Jan 8) 21:55:36 [Elsie] processes.” There was a pause as eyes lifted to meet his, the kerchief remaining in place his hands on hers readily felt. As if the wind was taken from lungs she inwardly gasped - the contact felt now, on a delayed reaction as she peered toward him. She understood his need. And the Society could help him with that goal. It served both of their purposes in many ways. But she was also intrigued by his mind. By his knowledge of Psychology, which was still in it’s infancy on a number of levels. .. “As you suffered…” She finished the sentence he did not. Knowing from where it stemmed. “We, all, here in the Society have suffered in some fashion too, Mr. Dagenhart. You are not alone in that.” In reference to herself she offered a small smile before taking in the rest of his words. “As for your wanting to help with this… this current situation, if you wish to proceed, then by all means do so.” Despite her better judgment she couldn’t simply tell him the Society would handle it. It would in many ways likely push him away. That was not her goal. “As it stands, we should take a tour of the other Gardens so you can fully grasp the network we have created… my Ancestors started something and it has grown into something quite large. To better understand us I propose a tour, and introduction to some of our members. “ She paused a moment, turning her gaze back to the fence beyond. “You shall not lack for money. You will be well compensated and will have at your disposal a variety of effects and items. However, once you join there is.. “ she paused letting another breath of air fall free from lips. “There is not going back. We pride ourselves on the secrecy we uphold of our members. And from the Mundane who live because of us. It is a commitment, Mr. Dagenhart. Life time, if you will. The rewards are many. But silence is what keeps us going..”

(Jan 8) 22:22:40 [Edmond] There was a certain understanding of her talk of secret dealings. Much of Edmond's life had been secret. At first, it had begun as a game for a young boy of a noble, though barely noble, household to entertain himself. He played games with the street toughs, speaking to them and gaining their trust. He had even been recruited to run errands, for a time. Eventually, he had gained knowledge and power that allowed him to remain unaffiliated, but still necessary in the inner workings in so many ways. His recent year had dampened that, but only slightly. In his hunt for the monsters, he had gained and sold much information that had little to do with the Beasts themselves. He understood also that he could not run out and tell people that he spent his evening hours as a killer of monsters best reserved for a children's story, meant to spook but not overly traumatize them in its very fantastic nature. "I understand the need and desire for your secret to be kept, Lady Buchanan," he said even as he couldn't suppress a wince from the overly decorative handkerchief on his wounded hand. "You'll ruin it, and it's so beautiful," he protested, though the protest was far to late as the fabric was likely already irrevocably stained. "Uh... My hand is fine, M'Lady," he said, falling into the older representation of the title and one reserved for those much more familiar than the more formal, modern title. "I have experienced worse with less care, I assure you, and your doctors already did a fine job of tending to it." He was thoroughly surprised at how readily he had been accepted thus far, though he was certainly not given a single fact that was truly dangerous to the organization. -c-
(Jan 8) 22:22:49 [Edmond] "Believe me when I say," the Baronet Dagenhart began. "That I would fervently wish that none had to experience such a loss or pain, and that this scourge of monsters that plague our erstwhile beautiful, if a bit gritty, city were completely wiped out. I can only surmise that many more exist within the world and that my small piece of knowledge only represents the most miniscule portion of those monsters. London is, and has always been, under what limited protection I can offer, my actions geared toward the greater good..." He trailed off and looked down at Elsie's own injuries, wrapped though they were. "I... uh..." he started again, haltingly. "I must apologize, Lady," he continued, eyes downcast again and unable to meet her gaze for the moment. "It was my foolish action that caused you harm and... I would have you know that I would never wish you to experience such. I... I am sorry." This was a man of pride, one unused to apology for any action, though he knew it was owed here. "Ahem... I would be glad to tour with you the facilities you have created. I have no desire to expose them, as it would endanger my own endeavors. I can, though, promise you a lifelong commitment as long as our purposes intersect, though I fear mine will be rather short. There will come a time, not too far from now, I suspect, that I will be unable to pull myself from a situation, and I will die a horrible death. Rest assured, though, that I always save one bullet in my chamber that I might put it through my own head rather than add to the wave of evil that we experience today."


(Jan 8) 22:39:12 [Elsie] His voice held commitment. His tone readily spoke as such and if she had not read it in the cards, she might have questioned further but it was a crossing of paths, set out long ago that led them to this moment. She understood his pain and with time and patience had left it to him to find that path. To find that even though the Society had rules and such he would come to find them useful to his own endeavors. It was the goal of the Walpurgis to take such people and foster them into greatness though that greatness would never be know beyond the walls that protected the World from the Demimonde that could easily suck a life into it’s thick, hedonistic grasp. The cool air bit against her flesh but it was welcoming as it alerted her to the given moment rather than had her dwelling on the horror that had erupted within the parlor. His words though, some what of a soliloquy had her feeling strangely abject - a sadness to think of this man dead tugged at her insides. While she wanted to state others, it was a fact they all lived with. Hunting was a merciless as life in some respects, just more dangerous. “All our lives may be short, but it is what we do with them in that short time that makes a difference.” She offered, ignoring his words about the kerchief. She had plenty others. One stained one was nothing in the grand scheme of things. “Though with our protection and back up you will never truly, ever be alone again.” Elsie offered with a small smile playing upon her lips - a reassurance in her tone. “Each night we face dangers far beyond the imagination. To keep the nightmares at bay from -
(Jan 8) 22:39:14 [Elsie] the Mundane. To keep them safe in their beds. “ She let a soft sight escape lips. “We are not always so successful but we have done much and have been doing for centuries. Without us, the World would be over run. I have no doubt. “ There was a gentle pause as she dabbed his hand further, even if it didn’t need further attention. The fact that her life, her truth. Her lie stood on the precipice of being discovered, she wished she could trust in someone. Anyone to release the burden and yet, her one action had caused the deaths of how many? Here she spoke of saving a World. Of saving innocents when her own act of selfishness had lead to how many? Including now an innocent child. Eyes closed as she raised her head, allowing locks of hair fall from her face, over her shoulders down her back. “This is not an easy World. Nor an easy job. We are confronted with many trails on a daily basis. We stand between two Worlds. We must act our part in both. T’is not a simple thing to do. There are decision that may not always fall in line. Sometimes our hearts get the best of us, Mr. Dagenhart. In the end we are all human on some level and must deal with what is given.” The moment between them seemed to solidify the conclusion that he’d be working for the Society. Though terms had yet to be made, it was a forgone conclusion he’d be a member. Lowering her face moments later, she tapped his hand. “I’ll work with you. In finding clues as to the package. If you don’t mind. Being this was sent to me, I feel the need to solve this riddle and end it. “ Elsie spoke with a defiant edge to her tone. One that had slipped from conjecture to business at hand. “Perhaps together we can find the answers we need. “ As she smiled.

(Jan 8) 23:04:43 [Edmond] The smile pulled sadly at Edmond's face as he listened to the woman. The Lady. He studied her features for a moment before realizing what he was doing and averting his eyes to the side as if distracted by a movement. Perhaps it was pure luck, or perhaps it was as his mind had planned, he had caught sight of a servant moving in the background, walking along a path from one duty to the next or perhaps discharging a burdon. "That sounds like a fine plan, Lady," he said, looking down at the cloth upon his hand again. "I might suggest you get on our party suit, though," he laughed, waving over her dress with both hands. "I do not think, in the circles I name as contacts, that a woman in such finery would be beneath notice. With secrecy as our goal," he let the thought hang in the air. He was, of course, inviting her to come along, but telling her under no uncertain terms that she was not welcome as the Lady Buchanan, but as the boy Pip he had met and nearly burned alive during his overly hostile action against the last nest he had encountered. "And I would hope that, at least on this particular venture, you choose to trust my discretion, as I am choosing to trust yours in the way of this 'Society' that I am eager to learn more about."

(Jan 8) 23:15:01 [Elsie] His burn had been in part her doing. But she couldn’t confide that in him. She couldn’t tell him she was not suppose to have been in the bakery that night. That her reason for being there was not because of the Society but because of own mistake. The guilt was a heavy burden. It wore, ate at her and though she was good at keeping her game face on most times, seeing the burns upon his arm had sent that ripple of unease through her. The handkerchief was nothing compared to what she should have done to help him heal. Without her he’d not have the wound at all. The situation seemed to keep piling up on her, though she skillfully pushed it all aside. If they were successful perhaps they could kill the beast once and for all. Edmond was her best bet to work with as he did not know her husband as far as she understood. If she was to work with anyone to see this goal come to an end, this part of her life come to an end, then it must happen with someone who would not spill her secret or know of the deadly deed she had committed. A smile however managed to find her face as she glanced at the male. “I’ve been at this game far longer that I’d care to admit. I’m well aware the underbelly of this City is no place for Lady Buchanan. In fact I was going to suggest going into the seeds of White Chapel and the east end to start our search. I do have connections as Pip, that may help us seed the source of the.. “ She paused as she recollected the horror the parcel contained. She couldn’t finish her words but she did tug her hand from his, allowing him to keep the --
(Jan 8) 23:15:08 [Elsie] handkerchief in his own as she rose to stand. Shawls pulled protectively over her shoulders Elsie was fighting the anger inside her and doing her best to keep calm. She had no one. No one she could speak with. But perhaps with Edmond she could find some salvation, knowing it would come at the end of a knife or a gun shot when the time came. Resolute in this fashion she nodded once more. “T’is a good place to start, Mr. Dagenhart. Shall we meet say in about half an hour?”

(Jan 8) 23:43:54 Edmond wasn't meaning to be condescending when he scoffed quietly, but it couldn't have come out as anything but. Whitechapel was the obvious face of the underbelly, in many ways, but the real powers, the real ears to the street, did not lurk in such a dismal place. Those who had gained the power and who knew the heartbeat of the streets resided in the public eye where they could create a respectable front despite their violent and dangerous connections. "I'm sorry, Lady," he said shaking his head and looking abashed. "I have many connections, and even friends, in the District of Whitechapel, but I don't feel this would be our best start, if you don't mind me saying. We are searching for the source of a delivery, and, as such, we must search in an area where people are more prone to at least attempt to keep up the facade of respectability." Edmond looked at the lady for a long minute, his shoulder coming up in the slightest hint of a shrug. "But, if that is what you choose, I am your servant, Lady Buchanan, and I hope to prove that to you henceforth. I simply say, in my experience, the most interesting gossip usually comes not from the bottom, but from those who run the streets in both worlds, as do you..." he paused, quirking a grin with his head canting ever so slightly. ...And as do I." What followed was a moment of silence as he stared at her intently, his wounded hand clinching spasmodically and his face in a somber cast. "I am going to take a moment to be very bold, and I apologize wholeheartedly if I offend you, but I would not like to have the impulse overcome me at an inopportune time or while those who are present might take it as a sleight on your honor, though I worry little about mine because it has long since been a subject of ridicule to those who care to watch."
(Jan 8) 23:44:03 [Edmond] With that, Edmond placed his uninjured left hand upward and against the Lady's chin, forcing her to look at him as he breached the gap that separated them. In an almost quick, unsure motion, he placed his injured right hand at her lower back and he leaned in, bringing his lips to hers in a lingering, albeit perfunctory and chaste kiss. There were none who would assume such a motion was proper, and he among them, but it was something he had had to get out of the way before it caused a problem in the wrong way at the wrong time. He held the pose, his head pulling away from hers, for many long moments before he released her, the slightest flush pushing away the ruddy hue of his cheeks for a moment only. "I... I am sorry, Lady, that was rather forward," he said, allowing her more space as he stepped out of arm's reach. "But, as I said, you are a beautiful woman, and I thought to remove the temptation of not knowing before it became an issue. I hope you will forgive me."

(Jan 9) 12:56:57 Elsie shivered slightly as she stood, not from the cold but from the stark truth, it’s gaping reality that lay ahead for her. There was one deed. ONE deed she had to do and should the truth be known it would ruin her completely. She prided herself for being a good witch, saving many lives and helping others in many different ways. The Society was, at the heart of it, in her blood. Without it she had no semblance or reason to live. To be who she was. It was disheartening to face the potential darkness that lay ahead, but knowing there was truly no alternative at least she’d have some assistance. Secrets were dangerous in that they only lay quiet for so long especially with other people involved and her Former Husband turned Vampire was obviously going after her on a personal level. No doubt the leader of the Spooks had put him up to such a thing. Klaus was among one of the most dangerous Spooks out there. As their leader, he kept control but also sanctioned many attacks against the Society and London on the whole. He was the snake who’d head needed to be torn. With his death, many Vampires would die. But first, she needed to fix the issue at hand. Edmond’s words flickered through her mind. He was not wrong. Indeed the underbelly could lead to particular information being discovered. The Walpurgis had eyes and ears everywhere and it wouldn’t be long before they discovered at least some information about the twisted parcel she’d received. It was then the utmost pressure that She gather than information first and foremost due to foreseeable implications. “You’re right, Mr. Dagenhart. Certainly in this I shall follow your lead.” Unlike -
(Jan 9) 12:56:59 [Elsie] Elsie who was always in charge she was putting her faith in a man whom she’d rarely seen eye to eye with. But desperate times called for desperate measures. It was also perhaps at test. One to garner not only his intelligence but see him at work, rather than just viciously trying to kill. The investigation would be of the utmost import. She could not stress that enough however without seemingly overly involved. His next words however had her puzzled as she tilted her head slightly, allowing for a loose curl to fall across her brow. Eyes landed upon his features, meeting his gaze as he expressed being bold. A slight furrow between eyes was her only response save a few words. “Of course, Mr. Dagenhart whatever it is you ne..” The finger under the chin quieted her, lips parted as if expecting something further to come while eyes widened expressively, breath held as if knowing this moment would come. Yet, it was still all the more unexpected when lips brushed against hers. The warmth of which was shocking considering the cool temperatures surrounding them. A tender touch she had not thought possible from a man of such want for blood and violence. A chaste kiss, yet it implied further as her arms dropped to her side and the very connection that rippled through her body couldn’t be denied. She’d been kissed before by her Husband but this kiss felt different, even in it’s stark beauty of simplicity. As he moved away, she remained with head tilted, lips held, eyes closed as if to savor the sensation that had flared within before realizing suddenly he was no longer actually kissing her. Cheeks flushed rose, though it was difficult to impart the difference from whether it wad due to the cold or the kiss, but her neckline equally flushed. She remained silent, unable to -
(Jan 9) 12:57:08 [Elsie] form the words. His reasoning behind his action not quite making sense but her words was in shambles, her mind a jungle of reverent details she had literally been caught of guard. A moment later she cleared her throat, her voice somewhat of a squeak when she did speak. “Yes.. Of course. Best to get those sort of things out of the way. “ What was she saying? -- She wasn’t exactly sure. “Indeed, temptation is not something we need to deal with during our tasks.” Elsie smiled suddenly trying to make light of the moment but the innocent flare of desire was difficult to ignore. “Er.. If you’ll excuse me. I’ll meet you shortly after I change. “ And with that, she turned from him then exited the back garden before slipping inside to head to her room.
(Jan 9) 13:12:09 Elsie is marked away.

(Jan 9) 13:31:44 [Edmond] ' The kiss finished and Edmond showing a lot more poise than the rapid heartbeat would indicate, nodded to the Lady. "Yes, I'll meet you in a short while," Edmond said, walking away himself. Why had he been so bold? The thought both frightened and intrigued him. He had not even thought about another woman since Dahlia. He had not thought of the Lady in that manner until... until when? Shaking his head to clear it, he made his way through the house and out into the street. A short time later, he made the short jaunt to his living quarters where he quickly went through the process of changing. He had designed an alternative exit in his building that, when he exited dressed in a manner that would be considered odd when seen by acquaintences, he didn't go through his normal route. Indeed, the mild changes to his clothing allowed him to blend with a different class of people all together, the threadbare garments stained but well maintained, each hole patched with material similar, but not quite the same as the original. His hat was a cheaper canvasse model, rather than felt, and served to detract from his facial features in its utter dissimilarity to his usual. likewise, his weapons were left behind with the exception of his pistol and a few blades shoved strategically in spots around his person. They were not exactly hidden, but they were out of the ready visibility of people that they would likely overlook them at a glance, and he looked like the type of man that didn't warrant a second glance. His circuitous route led him to the designated meeting area where he waited with patience until the Lady Buchanan appeared. He passed his time lounging against a wall, looking like any tired worker on break or perhaps at the end of his day. All the while, he went through a mental list of people to visit and in what order.
(Jan 9) 13:31:54 [Edmond] He knew the Lady Buchanan's disguise was much better than his by necessity. He was only hiding his specific identity and his social status. She had to hide, on top of that, her gender. Further, in many of the circles that he had contact with, they would not take kindly at all to the perceived spying of such a gross identity shift. In fact, it was the type of thing that could easily get her killed. He risked the same type of thing, but the time leading up to his death would likely be a bit more tolerable than the indignities they would like inflict upon her. A cigarette was lit, a strong part of the disguise as well. Smoking was less frowned upon in the lower rungs of society when people could afford the tobacco. With so many cigarette shops opening up throughout London, procuring the necessary tobacco and rolling papers was not overly difficult or expensive. It was a novelty that was slowly replacing the pipe in its prominence. When the lady finally arrived, it was all business, no bows or fancy words. He was completely in character, safety dictating that the interactions be as such. He had heard Pip's accent, the quick talking, sarcastic lad that he was. As for his own style, Edmond just roughened it up a bit, sounding like an educated street tough. "Firs' stop'll be Li'ol Bertha. Prob'ly 'eard th' name'uh time'r two, f'ya ain' met'r. She's uh right church bell wi' a good ear fer gossip. 'F'she ain' 'eard o' it, she know's'f some'n who does." It was a smooth transition (even if the writer can't capture the dialect well =P ), simple but effective disguise between his public self and this self. A little bit of dirt, hair tucked into a cap, and a rougher set of clothes and Edmond was a different person, not because he looked remarkably different, but because he looked so utterly unremarkable. Same program used by the young woman, he thought. A quick wink and off they headed toward "Little Bertha", the "Church Bell" with an ear for gossip. -fin-

(Jan 9) 13:57:20 Elsie didn’t take time to ponder the kiss further. Business lay ahead of them and job had to be done. As such she had to focus on becoming Pip, in all his merry grandeur and style. The young uncouth lad who was known around the lower classes, who many adored in their own right but was on occasion known to get into a fist fight or two, among other things. Many were rumors spread consciously by the Society to build up Pip’s name. Others were in fact, actual truth. Be what it may, Elsie’s spree as a male gave her an opportunity to see far more, experience much more than she ever could as Lady Buchanan. Her attire readily allowed for her to appear like a young teen with breasts bound tightly under the coarse shirt and threadbare jacket atop, pants that were far to short and boots with holes around the toes - wore, but comfortable. Socks were mismatched, which was not uncommon for the time. The majority of her facial features were covered by the cap atop her head which was low riding, her hair pulled into a taut bun underneath a simple wig that provided additional assurance that the boy was in fact a boy. Albeit somewhat feminine - in so much that he was skinny and relatively small. However, most lower class children suffered from such ailments and were known to be small in size due to employment in the Workhouses from the age of 4 and up. Stunted growth, compared to those children of Aristocratic blood was not uncommon and could different from an inch all the way up to 12 inches in total. To finalize the play her face was etched with grimes, mostly soot, some dirt that was again, akin to a factory working, employed with the Steam and oil in some fashion. Arriving at the destination she’d left no note for the Society to inform them of her whereabouts, only speaking with the -
(Jan 9) 13:57:30 [Elsie] Butler who well knew her disguise, and expressing that she was heading out. He, being a smart man would no doubt put two and two together - realizing she was after information on the Parcel. His lips however would remain sealed, if asked by the Higher Ups. Her walk, her mannerisms were poised to reflect Pip. An act that was in some ways very much a part of herself - a freedom allowed she’d not find any where else. Seeing Edmond she paused just slightly a few feet away pushing back thoughts that trickled into her mind. Even dressed as he was, he cut an desirable figure though she’d not quite looked upon him in such a manner before. Nudging aside the desire welling in her lower gut she trod forward, cap down to cover here eyes, hands in the small pockets of her jacket, shoulders hunched as most young lads would, bracing against the weather. Coming to stop she merely nodded his way as he spoke of their destination. “’Alright Gov’nor, lead the way then.” With brisk steps she kept up with Edmond and the pace he set soon reaching their destination with little to block their path save a few whistles and waves from those who knew Pip. The lad in turn would whistle back, wave and nudge the peak of his cap to acknowledge folks while they meandered through the streets. “Cor, Pip.. Ain’t seen you around these parts in a few months. Was’ begin’in to think you were a gonna.. Just told our Vera the other day, that’ maybe a John Hop had you finally caught up wit you, and yer ended up on the bucket and pale.“ The man’s voice peeled from the window of a run down store - a building having seen better days. “Course the missus didna agree, said a yung rob roy like yerself knew better than to be snatched by a Grass’opper.. “ Pip offered a smile the man’s way. -
(Jan 9) 13:57:39 [Elsie] “S’all good, Bill. Those barmies don’t bother me much. Keep me’ ands clean mostly. “ Given with a wink. “Be seein’ ya though. Give Vera a big hit and miss for them tho. Still remember the taste of that apple pie.” A glance to Edmond and an inclination of head would have them moving on, leaving Bill waving before heading back into the shop.

(Jan 9) 14:34:11 [Edmond] The trip wasn't a long one and Edmond fairly ignored the conversation, only giving the polite nod occasionally. He butted his cigarette and moved with a jaunty swagger, hands hooked casually at the torn pockets of his tan trousers. His scuffed but serviceable shoes dragged on every third step or so, denoting either a real or a fake injury that overwhelmed with a limp at intervals. They moved through the streets in anonymity, Edmond remaining large enough, though still unobtrusive enough, that people were prompted to move out of his way, but not in fear as they would a well known bruiser or cutthroat. They moved because it was easier, not even giving him a second glance. Likely, this gave Pip the perfect alley to slide through when the crowd thickened at random choke points or in front of shops. When they came upon Little Bertha," it turned out that she was actually a very little woman. She stood a bit shorter than the Lady Buchanan, with a thin, almost waif like frame and way of moving. The was of indeterminate age, though it could be assumed that she was not in the twilight of her life, nor was she in her years of youthful beauty, if ever there were such. The prominence and strength of her bulbous nose and wideset eyes suggested that she had never been the one to turn positive heads as a looker. "Ed, ye ol' rascal," she said as soon as she caught sight of Edmond. Unlike the Lady, he used the abbreviated form of his own name, making his persona that much easier to remember. The variations of 'Edward', 'Edwin', 'Edmond' and simply 'Ed' were common enough that it wasn't a point of note. If he were truly trying to hide his identity deep in the shadows, he'd be hard pressed to do it in the streets of London where he had lived since birth. "Well Ah'll be, Dahlin' Bertha," he said, -c-
(Jan 9) 14:34:26 [Edmond] affecting a poor, but comical, imitation of the accent he had heard at the passing Wild West show the year before. He and Dahlia had gone and she had been delighted by the antics, the stories, and impressed by the fast shooting. That had been the original reason behind Edmond purchasing his first revolver, though now it was so heavily modified that it nary resembled the original model. "Got anythin' cookin' worth wrappin' a tooth around?" He had run out of colloquial 'cowboy' speech by this time, and fell back into a more comfortable accent. "Whose got the errands this week?" he asked, moving right on top of the other. It was a simple question, but the implications were profound. It wasn't a small purchase, to find out which crew was on top of something so important as the delivery services and messenger runs at current. There were few who could do so openly without the backing of a crew, at least when it came to those things that matter, and the knowledge of a package simply delivered from one place to another carried more connotation than many gave it credit for. Perhaps the only people who had more gossip to trade would be the whores and bartenders. "T'ain't cheap, that'n Ed," she said, sidling up lasciviously, her tiny frame in her worn dress that was fine when it was first made. It still represented a more costly garment than she should ostensibly be able to afford with her business in selling pasties and tarts to those who had a coin to spare. "Never'd Ah dream!" Edmond responded in an overly dramatic, theatrical voice of joviality and misdirection. It was obvious that he was 'acting', so why try to hide it?-c-
(Jan 9) 14:34:39 [Edmond] Make it a game and you slip through the cracks as inconsequential. Bertha new the game and her hard eyes said as much when they met Edmond's above that clean smile on her mouth. Edmond slid his hand up the woman's side, as though plying a whore for her wares, though the motion was meant to slip a bit of metal weight into a pocket the woman had sewn into her dress especially for that purpose. "Rat Boy's on top," she whispered quietly. "But t'only 'til Da catches the air an' Rat's inna river, not takin' no bath." The phrasing seemed innocuous enough, but it was enough for Edmond to show a flicker of surprise, his eyes widening for just a moment before relaxing. Rat Boy was working the delivery market, his thugs protecting or extorting any who got in the way. But Rat was a burgler, which meant he was scoping something and, if Da Davids was making moves to take the intrepid thief out of the picture, it was really big. A few days away from the streets and big things were happening and, with a bit of new knowledge garnered through the Lady Buchanan, he was beginning to realize how interconnected things really were. "Umble cum stumble," he said, tossing a wink in Pip's direction, having used the phrase for the Lady's benefit as much as to denote understanding. "Stay safe," was all he said in continuation, his back to Bertha, he walked away, his face taking on a bit of a grim cast. -fin-

(Jan 9) 15:44:10 [Elsie] Little Bertha was indeed little though Pip remained quiet throughout most of the conversation. Yet this didn’t mean that Elsie was merely standing there. The woman with a cryptic eye and keen view, along with a mind that had a penchant for seeing far beyond what most could was readily surveying the area under the peak of her cap. Trying to feel the pull of darkness, that intricate bond she was so familiar with having worked for so long as a Lead, a field agent and a hunter. Fingers remained in pockets save the thumbs that were hooked over the edge, holes evident of use making the pockets barely functional. To anyone it would truly appear that Edmond had a small side kick at his side, though what they didn’t know was just how dangerous the woman could be. Listening to Bertha speak, she rocked back and forth feet, swaying and acting like there was little of care in the World. Pip wouldn’t have been so interested in the news Bertha had to stay but Elsie’s small inflection when word of the Rat was mentioned was quickly concealed. The Spooks used all sort of methods to get their message across. Even so much as aligning themselves with the chaotic - humans who cared little for revealing the darkness to others but who most people saw as madmen. Most of which the Society caught and put into the asylums such as the one RAPIER housed. Other methods was using humans by dominating mind control, thought processes with the promise of riches beyond their wildest dreams. Witches of dark magic could readily twist a person’s mind to do something they’d never ordinarily do, spells that inflicted harm and danger upon any given mortal were not uncommon. Edmond had truly only encountered Vampires one the whole but there were far many other things that went bump in the night. With his words of “understood” coming across she began to move with him away from Bertha following along the cobblestone road until pausing a few feet later. Shoulders hunched again to cover ears -
(Jan 9) 15:44:19 [Elsie] as if to protect from the cold while fingerless gloves covered that covered hands were revealed - her good arm that is as if to beg a smoke from Edmond. It would give them a reason to pause within the sight of any others that may be passing by. “Ain’t uncommon for certain folks to use methods of control.. You know what I mean guv?” She asked, keeping at always in the act. “”Ere sounds like some fin’ big is goin’ on. Likely there’s more behind it if I’m finkin’ right.” Should Edmond procure a cigarette she’d hold it to lips waiting for the light, letting it dangle upon the plush contours. “Deres desse spooks, we call em. Big gang oh bullys if ye ask me. Reckon they might ‘ave a bit of pull with this Rat.” There was a slight pause as she wondered if the thief would give a description. Typically Klaus left little in the way of connecting dots, but her Husband wasn’t so nearly clever as the aged Vampire. His desperation to get to her had shown by the act of horror just earlier. It might even be that Klaus was unaware that the former Lord Buchanan had sent anything, if so - they may just get a lead. “Figure we aught give a visit to this tea leaf. Might ‘av a few answers for us. Hang out by the shake an’ shiver does he?” Referring to the Thames, mostly the docks.

(Jan 9) 16:00:57 Edmond walked with Elsie through the streets, accepting her little ploy to pause as he offered one of his cigarettes and struck a match. He didn't know if she was just lighting it for the act, or as a sort of rebellion against her role of class and sex where smoking was not considered appropriate behavior. He followed lighting her cigarette with his own, using the same flame to puff his smoke into the air. "Yeh," he replied, pitching his voice low. "Ain't uncommon uh bit. Gottem big problem's 'appenin' when Da starts thinkin' 'e's t'be poked up. But Ah think y' got th' right idea, Lad," he continued, the Lad almost sounding as though he were close to finishing the word for Lady, though it was disguised to the point where none would know save her, were she perceptive of it. "Docks it is," he said, nodding slowly. "Sun's 'bout ta set an' Ah think we wanna be out'a there 'fore't gets full dark," he recommended as the docks were quite dangerous after the fall of night. Perhaps it was a bit of condescention on his part, trying to protect the Lady, but, truth be told, he didn't like the idea of being there so disarmed after the sun set with all the recent activities of vampires and other strangeness. "Y'got an' in?" He asked, referring to a connection or a way to get close without arousing too much suspician.