Argentum City

(good night)

(Night, everyone. I'll post tomorrow.)

Smothered in darkness, Cece felt the floor for shattered glass. She placed each piece into a rag, careful not to cut herself. She felt the warmth of the breaking sun on her face. I wish I could see it, she thought. Before that moment, she never questioned why it was she who was blind. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her pale cheeks. Then a shadow was cast over her face, blocking her warmth. A man came through the open doorway and knelt in front of her.

“Cece,” the man spoke soothingly, “what has happened to your shoppe?” She wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Somebody came and tried to show me pitures,” she whispered, frightened the daunting man would hear her, though he was long gone.

“Pictures of what, Cece?” he asked her.

“Of…of…people…” she almost sobbed.

“Open your mouth.” She shook her head. “Come, now. Open your mouth.” She sighed nervously and obeyed him. He popped in another smooth caramel. A good twenty seconds into the candy, the girl began to relax. “Now listen to me, Cece. I am going to find this man and speak with him. Inquire what he wants. Then I will be back to help you put up your door. All right?” the man promised her. She nodded. The man left the shoppe, returning the sunlight and a modest hope to the young girl.

Arun tied a black string around his finger.

(Sorry to do this so late in the roleplay, but I edited Arun's character. It doesn't affect his personality, abilities, or clothed appearance, but I tweaked him to fit his character and a better picture I found.)

It was early morning and the house was dead silent. It was as if the apocalypse had come and gone and there was no one left to make a sound. Sunlight streamed in through the tall window of the guest room, onto the form of Lolita. Her silvery hair was like a spiderweb caught in the light. Her gold eyes opened slowly and mechanically. She rose with a start, until the gears started spinning and she remembered where she was. The clean white sheets on the bed of the room were quite undisturbed. Despite the fact that Gannon had probably spent a good deal of time replacing the sheets, washing them, and remaking the bed, Lolita had chosen to drag the coffin upstairs instead. It was the only familiar thing to her in the house. Though her reputation would surely be sullied if society knew that she had spent the night at a strange gentleman's house without a chaperone, there was not much she could do. She climbed out of the coffin and replaced her pointed boots and stockings. She went to get her corset and remembered that she no longer had her mother to lace it up. Sadness overtook her at this realization, and she opted to lace it herself. Lacing it up backwards would certainly be more proper than simply going without it. She left the elegant lace bonnet on the nightstand and proceeded downstairs. Once downstairs she wandered the rooms a bit until she came to the kitchen. There were a great many oddities. 'This Arun must be a collector of sorts.' She thought. Though seeing the strange objects was nothing new. Mother's workshop had been full of strange mechanical inventions. She considered these oddities to be her siblings and conversed with them often, even if they could do little more than listen. Though she was unused to having to serve herself, she proceeded anyway. Tea was not just a pastime, but a necessity. A small portion of her inner machinery ran on the steam power of tea. If she didn't have it at least once a day she would start to 'malfunction.' She always wondered why mother would give her such a weakness. Mother had said she would understand when the time came. Lolita searched the kitchen until she found a clean teapot and a suitable tea cup. She filled the teapot with water and turned the dial on the stove to high. She then sat down at the table and stared off into space. She remembered the night she was put to sleep. Mother had given her a final set of instructions before she was to eliminate her targets. Her crossbow was strapped to her back and her fans where hanging within easy reach. She knew she would receive the photos and addresses of her marks before she was to set off. Just as mother had pulled the envelope with that information out of a desk drawer the door was kicked open with impressive force. A group of people, difficult to make out in the dim gas lamp lighting stood there. They would've been easy to eliminate if they had not been standing there with several of her mother's most precious inventions, namely weapons that were very advanced. Weapons that could kill even her. One person stepped forward, their leader obviously. He had dragged mother aside and they spoke in harsh whispers. Mother then approached her with a very strange expression on her face. "Loli, dear. There's been a change in plans. I am going with these people, we have a few matters to sort out. I'm putting the address for your Aunt's house in this drawer." she took the envelope of targets and placed it in the drawer, never breaking eye contact. Every word was in code that only they understood. Then the leader stepped forward and dragged her mother towards the door, as other hands reached to restrain her. She tried to break free, and some strange forced stopped her. She heard a clicking and everything started to fade to black. She heard her mother's shrill scream. It took a few seconds for her to realize it was the teapot whistling. She got up and poured her tea, still reminiscing. She had to get that envelope back, maybe she could find it in time to save her mother. It had only been, what, a day or two since then?
( This post turned out a little longer than expecting. I guess this makes up for the short posts I would've posted if I'd kept up with the RP.)

Ary had followed the couple past the two buildings and into the courtyard. She stopped the pursuit as they entered the church. She tip toed her way to the front steps of the building and sat down, expecting her new friend to come out.

(*COUGHTHETWENTY-THREEDOORKNOBSAREINTHEINSIDEOFTHEHOUSECOUGH*
*COUGHTHEYAREONTHEDOORLEADINGTOTHESTUDYCOUGH*)

(("When he opens the door I will get the beat on him!" Guitar battle or karaoke?))

(((beat as in beat up. His English isn't that well))) XD