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<blockquote data-quote="Desdichado" data-source="post: 4889283" data-attributes="member: 2205"><p>Ricardo immediately places himself between Kirov and Madamemoiselle di Vicenta, while giving the exotically attractive (he still thinks, not having taken a good look at her yet) half-orc girl a wink as if to say, "Don't worry, I'm just buttering up the boss."</p><p></p><p>"Vuukran, can you catch him? I will protect her ladyship." </p><p></p><p>The hobgoblin nods curtly. "Consider him caught." A two foot long matte black blade appears in his hand, seemingly out of thin air, as he trots off after the fleeing figure of Kirov.</p><p></p><p>Mme di Vincenta looks on the point of swooning. She is clearly distressed. "I know that man. He is the youngest and laziest son of my worst rival. If he has overheard our conversation..." She grabs the bottle of wine and drinks deeply, directly from the bottle. </p><p></p><p>Ricardo is missing no opportunity to soothe her ladyship. He settles next to her on the daybed, steadying her shoulders with a strong arm. "My dear lady, please--you may count on my associates and I. We have had dealings with those Kirov characters before." He finds her a glass and helps her avoid the unladylike bottle-tipping. With a glance at the half-orc girl, hoping she'll pay attention, he asks gently, "Where is their estate? Might we not intercept the young ruffian before he can get there?" It's possible his free hand has accidentally found itself resting on her knee. </p><p></p><p>Shautha looks confused. "My lady... Should we detain him?" She advances in the direction the young man ran threateningly. </p><p></p><p>Di Vicenta takes another deep drink from her wine bottle. "My dear young lady... <em><strong>YES</strong></em>! By any means necessary, he must be stopped from getting a message to his father." </p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, Scritch dodges the vase as it flies at him, and then his features change as Kirov attempts to flee. His body grows leaner, hunching over as his fingers grow short claws. Tufts of fur appear across his body and his face elongates slightly. He chitters loudly and lunges after the noble. Scritch takes his kukri between his teeth and bounds forward, moving almost on all fours. As he hits the corner of the corridor, he leaps sideways and lands on the wall, running across it and, ultimately, the ceiling, as he attempts to catch Kirov.</p><p></p><p>Lash doesn't hesitate, but charges after the fleeing human, pulling his whip free as he does so. </p><p></p><p>"His father's summer home in Razina is right on the cliff-face, hanging over the north wall on Rue de Marquand," the madamoiselle continues to Ricardo. "If he escapes from my home, you could possibly intercept him if you cut through Tanner's Street. But he may have associates in town and not head back to his father's estate at all! Oh, this is <em>tres terrible</em>!"</p><p></p><p>Shautha takes one more look at Ricardo and Her Ladyship and then lumbers down the hallway after the Kirov and Vuukran. Ricardo has of course positioned himself so as to have a view of her backside as she lumbers. "Do not fear, your ladyship. I, Ricardo Murciélago, will undertake to protect your interests in this affair." He kneels before her and kisses her hand passionately, trying to recall the layout of the house to see if he can predict the varlet's path. "I am sure he has not yet left your estate, my dear. Perhaps you can direct me, your willing servant, on the best route to intercept him? Believe me, there is no service I would not willingly undertake on your behalf."</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, Kirov turns around and curses, seeing the rather bestial crowd chasing after him (two hobgoblins, a half-orc and a shifter. You don't want to meet this crowd in a dark alley, that's for sure.) A pistol is in his hand, suddenly, and he reaches under his arm and shoots backwards towards the crew with a blast of fire and a deafening boom. It's a good hit in spite of the difficulties of firing on the run, and the ball smashes into Scritch painfully, knocking him to the floor and causing everything to go red for a moment. He hisses angrily and leaps back into the chase, eager to take his ounce of flesh from Kirov. Then Kirov's eyes widen as he sees that Scritch is barely slowed, he throws the gun down and runs away faster.</p><p></p><p>The lady points towards another curtain, saying to Ricardo, "Behind that... my private corridor to the kitchens for midnight snacks. It will put you in the same corridor, but more directly. If you hurry, you might yet cut him off." </p><p></p><p>"Your ladyship, I exist only to serve your honor." One last passionate kiss on her hand, with a intense smouldering stare into her eyes, and Ricardo dashes from the room, alert for further sounds of mayhem. He rushes past a startled maid, snatching her tray from her as he goes by.</p><p></p><p>Vuukran's throws his mindblade, and it slams into Kirov's backside. He hops and stumbles slightly with a pained "Oooph!" but regains his footing and keeps running.</p><p></p><p>Shautha continues to lumber after the young man. She whips her morningstar across her path experimentally as she goes. "Down!" she shouts. Kirov grunts in pain as the morningstar crashes into his chest, smashing his ribs. He coughs blood as he runs, his face pale. </p><p></p><p>As Scritch reaches Kirov, he pauses for a moment, vanishing into thin air. Scritch suddenly reappears right in front of him, blocking his path. Lash's whip wraps around his feet. He makes a surprisingly graceful pirouette and steps out of the whip's embrace. He glares at Scritch. "You!" Then his one eye widens as he sees Lash, and he instinctively brushes the scar on his face, his expression livid. "You!" He snarls in frustrated rage and suddenly changes direction, breaking out of the chase and dashing through a door to the side.</p><p></p><p>Between the wild swing of the half-orcess, the gone again/here again rat-man, and Kirov's deft footwork, Vuukran finds himself slowed up a bit. He mutters under his breath as another sword materializes in his hand. He hurtles around a corner and sees the Kirov youth still just ahead of him. </p><p></p><p>Shautha snarls under her breath, dismayed that her mighty blow didn't stop the human. She veers after him, bellowing. "You will not get away so easily!"</p><p></p><p>Ricardo comes out of the corridor and sees Kirov running right past him. He sights carefully and flings the maid's tray at the injured young man's legs. He groans as the tray, poorly weighted for such an effort, plows into the wall and only merits a startled glance from the fleeing spy. Ricardo sighs and sets out in pursuit. </p><p></p><p>Kirov turns back to see Ricardo and his silver platter. "And you too! I should have known!" Shautha manages to turn on a dime and stay right on his tail as he plows through another door and into a room. It's a very high ceilinged bedroom, with the outside wall a gigantic window, overlooking a balcony. Outside, the balcony is very wide with long, ropy ivy hanging to the right. Kirov says, "Pardon me, mademoiselle!" with a slight nod of his head without slowing down as he dashes through the room. </p><p></p><p>With a squawk of embarrassment, a naked young lady who looks like a younger version of Castellana herself dives behind a curtain. There's another flash of flapping sheets and a man-sized lump with a 7-8 inch tentpole right in the middle of it covers up under the sheets, hiding his face.</p><p></p><p>Kirov jumps headlong through the glass window with a smash and grabs one of the ivy tendrils, leaping off the balcony and swinging towards the ground far below.</p><p></p><p>Scritch lets out another angry chitter and claws his way to the nearest section of ivy and follows the nobleman to the ground, scrabbling along the wall like a squirrel, tumbling as he lands to continue pursuit. Vuukran fires off a curt "Excuse me, miss." as he grabs hold of the curtain she's hiding behind and leaps forward, trying to swing out the window to position himself for a shot at Kirov. The younger di Vicenta yelps in surprise. The curtain isn't that long, though, and as he's swinging on it, it rips. Vuukran slides painfully across the balcony grinding glass fragments into his face. He looks up to see the younger girl trying vainly to cover herself, but with the curtain ripped, all she has are her hands. "OK, that's just gratuitous," she says.</p><p></p><p>Disdaining ivy, or even the balcony railing, Ricardo pours on the speed and the leaps feet-first, twisting to dive between the bars of the railing. Not failing, of course, to blow a kiss to the startled damsel as he goes by. "I can't recall if this was the second or the third story. Hm." </p><p></p><p>Kirov swings down near the gate, but bungles his landing badly, losing his balance and rolling across the ground to hit the wall, laying on his back with his feet up in the air against the wall near the gate. He groans in pain. Ricardo leaps picturesquely from the balcony and then curses as he realizes the ground is farther away than he anticipated. He grits his teeth and tries to land as softly as he can, but you don't fall that far without some pain. He lands heavily in Castellana's garden, rolling through her prize roses. </p><p></p><p>Lash snarls. <em>Kirov #2 isn't getting away again, especially if it might cost me this job</em>. He charges toward the window and throws himself through, twisting in midair to lash out with his whip and snag the balustrade, hopefully smashing into Kirov as he swings. Lash leaps off the balcony, swinging his whip out to grap ahold, but misjudges badly. "Yah-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!" he shouts as he lands heavily on Castellana's best rosebushes next to Ricardo</p><p></p><p>Castellana herself follows on the adventurers' heels, and bumps directly into the poor fellow who was trying to hide under the sheets and then sneak out the open door. His face comes free, and Castellana's eyes narrow as she recognizes him. "Mario. Will this nightmare never end? Francesca, how could you?"</p><p></p><p>The naked girl screams in reply. "You and Gaspar just don't understand! We're in love! You can't keep us apart!"</p><p></p><p>Castellana calls out to your group. "When you're done apprehending that Kirov scoundrel, could you come make sure this miscreant here doesn't escape either? I'm throwing him in the dungeon. And no, Francesca, you cannot visit him!"</p><p></p><p>The naked girl screams in frustration and stomps out of the room. Then she stomps back in, her face red. "I forgot! This is my bedroom!" She grabs a silk robe, ties it violently on and stomps out again. </p><p></p><p>Lash moans in the rose bushes, his entire body one gigantic pulse of pain. <em>Why is it Ricardo always gets the rose, and I always end up with the thorns? </em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Desdichado, post: 4889283, member: 2205"] Ricardo immediately places himself between Kirov and Madamemoiselle di Vicenta, while giving the exotically attractive (he still thinks, not having taken a good look at her yet) half-orc girl a wink as if to say, "Don't worry, I'm just buttering up the boss." "Vuukran, can you catch him? I will protect her ladyship." The hobgoblin nods curtly. "Consider him caught." A two foot long matte black blade appears in his hand, seemingly out of thin air, as he trots off after the fleeing figure of Kirov. Mme di Vincenta looks on the point of swooning. She is clearly distressed. "I know that man. He is the youngest and laziest son of my worst rival. If he has overheard our conversation..." She grabs the bottle of wine and drinks deeply, directly from the bottle. Ricardo is missing no opportunity to soothe her ladyship. He settles next to her on the daybed, steadying her shoulders with a strong arm. "My dear lady, please--you may count on my associates and I. We have had dealings with those Kirov characters before." He finds her a glass and helps her avoid the unladylike bottle-tipping. With a glance at the half-orc girl, hoping she'll pay attention, he asks gently, "Where is their estate? Might we not intercept the young ruffian before he can get there?" It's possible his free hand has accidentally found itself resting on her knee. Shautha looks confused. "My lady... Should we detain him?" She advances in the direction the young man ran threateningly. Di Vicenta takes another deep drink from her wine bottle. "My dear young lady... [I][B]YES[/B][/I]! By any means necessary, he must be stopped from getting a message to his father." Meanwhile, Scritch dodges the vase as it flies at him, and then his features change as Kirov attempts to flee. His body grows leaner, hunching over as his fingers grow short claws. Tufts of fur appear across his body and his face elongates slightly. He chitters loudly and lunges after the noble. Scritch takes his kukri between his teeth and bounds forward, moving almost on all fours. As he hits the corner of the corridor, he leaps sideways and lands on the wall, running across it and, ultimately, the ceiling, as he attempts to catch Kirov. Lash doesn't hesitate, but charges after the fleeing human, pulling his whip free as he does so. "His father's summer home in Razina is right on the cliff-face, hanging over the north wall on Rue de Marquand," the madamoiselle continues to Ricardo. "If he escapes from my home, you could possibly intercept him if you cut through Tanner's Street. But he may have associates in town and not head back to his father's estate at all! Oh, this is [I]tres terrible[/I]!" Shautha takes one more look at Ricardo and Her Ladyship and then lumbers down the hallway after the Kirov and Vuukran. Ricardo has of course positioned himself so as to have a view of her backside as she lumbers. "Do not fear, your ladyship. I, Ricardo Murciélago, will undertake to protect your interests in this affair." He kneels before her and kisses her hand passionately, trying to recall the layout of the house to see if he can predict the varlet's path. "I am sure he has not yet left your estate, my dear. Perhaps you can direct me, your willing servant, on the best route to intercept him? Believe me, there is no service I would not willingly undertake on your behalf." Meanwhile, Kirov turns around and curses, seeing the rather bestial crowd chasing after him (two hobgoblins, a half-orc and a shifter. You don't want to meet this crowd in a dark alley, that's for sure.) A pistol is in his hand, suddenly, and he reaches under his arm and shoots backwards towards the crew with a blast of fire and a deafening boom. It's a good hit in spite of the difficulties of firing on the run, and the ball smashes into Scritch painfully, knocking him to the floor and causing everything to go red for a moment. He hisses angrily and leaps back into the chase, eager to take his ounce of flesh from Kirov. Then Kirov's eyes widen as he sees that Scritch is barely slowed, he throws the gun down and runs away faster. The lady points towards another curtain, saying to Ricardo, "Behind that... my private corridor to the kitchens for midnight snacks. It will put you in the same corridor, but more directly. If you hurry, you might yet cut him off." "Your ladyship, I exist only to serve your honor." One last passionate kiss on her hand, with a intense smouldering stare into her eyes, and Ricardo dashes from the room, alert for further sounds of mayhem. He rushes past a startled maid, snatching her tray from her as he goes by. Vuukran's throws his mindblade, and it slams into Kirov's backside. He hops and stumbles slightly with a pained "Oooph!" but regains his footing and keeps running. Shautha continues to lumber after the young man. She whips her morningstar across her path experimentally as she goes. "Down!" she shouts. Kirov grunts in pain as the morningstar crashes into his chest, smashing his ribs. He coughs blood as he runs, his face pale. As Scritch reaches Kirov, he pauses for a moment, vanishing into thin air. Scritch suddenly reappears right in front of him, blocking his path. Lash's whip wraps around his feet. He makes a surprisingly graceful pirouette and steps out of the whip's embrace. He glares at Scritch. "You!" Then his one eye widens as he sees Lash, and he instinctively brushes the scar on his face, his expression livid. "You!" He snarls in frustrated rage and suddenly changes direction, breaking out of the chase and dashing through a door to the side. Between the wild swing of the half-orcess, the gone again/here again rat-man, and Kirov's deft footwork, Vuukran finds himself slowed up a bit. He mutters under his breath as another sword materializes in his hand. He hurtles around a corner and sees the Kirov youth still just ahead of him. Shautha snarls under her breath, dismayed that her mighty blow didn't stop the human. She veers after him, bellowing. "You will not get away so easily!" Ricardo comes out of the corridor and sees Kirov running right past him. He sights carefully and flings the maid's tray at the injured young man's legs. He groans as the tray, poorly weighted for such an effort, plows into the wall and only merits a startled glance from the fleeing spy. Ricardo sighs and sets out in pursuit. Kirov turns back to see Ricardo and his silver platter. "And you too! I should have known!" Shautha manages to turn on a dime and stay right on his tail as he plows through another door and into a room. It's a very high ceilinged bedroom, with the outside wall a gigantic window, overlooking a balcony. Outside, the balcony is very wide with long, ropy ivy hanging to the right. Kirov says, "Pardon me, mademoiselle!" with a slight nod of his head without slowing down as he dashes through the room. With a squawk of embarrassment, a naked young lady who looks like a younger version of Castellana herself dives behind a curtain. There's another flash of flapping sheets and a man-sized lump with a 7-8 inch tentpole right in the middle of it covers up under the sheets, hiding his face. Kirov jumps headlong through the glass window with a smash and grabs one of the ivy tendrils, leaping off the balcony and swinging towards the ground far below. Scritch lets out another angry chitter and claws his way to the nearest section of ivy and follows the nobleman to the ground, scrabbling along the wall like a squirrel, tumbling as he lands to continue pursuit. Vuukran fires off a curt "Excuse me, miss." as he grabs hold of the curtain she's hiding behind and leaps forward, trying to swing out the window to position himself for a shot at Kirov. The younger di Vicenta yelps in surprise. The curtain isn't that long, though, and as he's swinging on it, it rips. Vuukran slides painfully across the balcony grinding glass fragments into his face. He looks up to see the younger girl trying vainly to cover herself, but with the curtain ripped, all she has are her hands. "OK, that's just gratuitous," she says. Disdaining ivy, or even the balcony railing, Ricardo pours on the speed and the leaps feet-first, twisting to dive between the bars of the railing. Not failing, of course, to blow a kiss to the startled damsel as he goes by. "I can't recall if this was the second or the third story. Hm." Kirov swings down near the gate, but bungles his landing badly, losing his balance and rolling across the ground to hit the wall, laying on his back with his feet up in the air against the wall near the gate. He groans in pain. Ricardo leaps picturesquely from the balcony and then curses as he realizes the ground is farther away than he anticipated. He grits his teeth and tries to land as softly as he can, but you don't fall that far without some pain. He lands heavily in Castellana's garden, rolling through her prize roses. Lash snarls. [I]Kirov #2 isn't getting away again, especially if it might cost me this job[/I]. He charges toward the window and throws himself through, twisting in midair to lash out with his whip and snag the balustrade, hopefully smashing into Kirov as he swings. Lash leaps off the balcony, swinging his whip out to grap ahold, but misjudges badly. "Yah-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!" he shouts as he lands heavily on Castellana's best rosebushes next to Ricardo Castellana herself follows on the adventurers' heels, and bumps directly into the poor fellow who was trying to hide under the sheets and then sneak out the open door. His face comes free, and Castellana's eyes narrow as she recognizes him. "Mario. Will this nightmare never end? Francesca, how could you?" The naked girl screams in reply. "You and Gaspar just don't understand! We're in love! You can't keep us apart!" Castellana calls out to your group. "When you're done apprehending that Kirov scoundrel, could you come make sure this miscreant here doesn't escape either? I'm throwing him in the dungeon. And no, Francesca, you cannot visit him!" The naked girl screams in frustration and stomps out of the room. Then she stomps back in, her face red. "I forgot! This is my bedroom!" She grabs a silk robe, ties it violently on and stomps out again. Lash moans in the rose bushes, his entire body one gigantic pulse of pain. [I]Why is it Ricardo always gets the rose, and I always end up with the thorns? [/I] [/QUOTE]
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