Rowaini Musketeers: One For All and All For One

[unleashed]

*Gabriel just listens for a while after replying to Tristan, content for the time being to let the big musketeer run the show as he contemplates Meleagants death. Once they start talking about disguising Jacen as Marie though, he excuses himself and heads downstairs, going to the cloak room first to return the Debreuil blade and then back to the great hall to see what’s happening.*

 

[Shayuri]

Jacen looks away from the window over to Richard curiously. He seems completely ignorant of the horror that is to come.

"Unless?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Gabriel just listens for a while after replying to Tristan, content for the time being to let the big musketeer run the show as he contemplates Meleagants death. Once they start talking about disguising Jacen as Marie though, he excuses himself and heads downstairs, going to the cloak room first to return the Debreuil blade and then back to the great hall to see what’s happening.*

(OOC: I'll let Tristan have the honour of proposing it. Meantime--)

*Gabriel heads downstairs. Many of the drugged nobles have fallen asleep. For instance, Elise has collapsed, and Zoe is propping her up and checking her pulse. The panic seems to have died down after no one else started dropping down, but now the murmured half-whispers of rumours and theories as to what transpired drift across the room like ghosts clinging to their favourite haunt.*

*Mlle. X approaches Gabriel as he inspects the room. Her beauty is, as before, breathtaking and otherworldly, as if it could suck him into a fantasy world that would be so pleasant that he would never want to leave. She turns her perfect ruby lip up in a half-smile.*

"You know what they say about coming back to the scene, My lord Marteau?" she inquires, a musical pleasure to the ears, "Are you worried about the man who died?"

 

[unleashed]

(OOC: I'll let Tristan have the honour of proposing it. Meantime--)

*Gabriel heads downstairs. Many of the drugged nobles have fallen asleep. For instance, Elise has collapsed, and Zoe is propping her up and checking her pulse. The panic seems to have died down after no one else started dropping down, but now the murmured half-whispers of rumours and theories as to what transpired drift across the room like ghosts clinging to their favourite haunt.*

*Mlle. X approaches Gabriel as he inspects the room. Her beauty is, as before, breathtaking and otherworldly, as if it could suck him into a fantasy world that would be so pleasant that he would never want to leave. She turns her perfect ruby lip up in a half-smile.*

"You know what they say about coming back to the scene, My lord Marteau?" she inquires, a musical pleasure to the ears, "Are you worried about the man who died?"

“I’m afraid I don’t, but I would surely like to hear what it is they say, from your perfect ruby lips, my lady,” Gabriel says, with smile and a courtly bow. “As for the man who died, Meleagant Degorre was his name, I am bothered by why he died when none of the others have. I suppose it may have been the combination of his wounds and the Heartmelt Root discovered in the bread, but I am no authority on such things, so I guess I will be left wondering unless someone decides to enlighten me further.”

 

[Fenris]

Jacen looks away from the window over to Richard curiously. He seems completely ignorant of the horror that is to come.

"Unless?"

Tristan follows Richards eyes between Marie and Jacen, sitting side by side and his eyes grow wide as the same idea strikes him.

"Unless we use a decoy whom if the ruse is discovered could defend themselves. A decoy who could fight, yet still pass as a woman." Tristan slowly walks towards Jacen. "A young man, whose heart is strong but whose cheeks do not yet hold hair. A young man brave enough to face this fiend alone, a Musketeer perhaps, but still has the youth enough to make the disguise genuine enough." Tristan stops in front of Jacen,towering over him as Jacen is still seated, he looks down.

"What do you say lad, will you wear a dress to save the young lady that sits beside you and her honour as well as save her family from destruction?" asks Tristan with a loaded question.

 

[Shayuri]

Jacen stares at Tristan, looking poleaxed. Ironically, his wide-eyed horror makes him look even more passable as a female. He turns a shade of red and stammers, "But...you..I...Tristan! I don't look anything like Marie!"

He looks at her and motions at his head.

"My hair's short. And..." he waves his hand over his chest, "...and...I look nothing like her!"

 

[Fenris]

Jacen stares at Tristan, looking poleaxed. Ironically, his wide-eyed horror makes him look even more passable as a female. He turns a shade of red and stammers, "But...you..I...Tristan! I don't look anything like Marie!"

He looks at her and motions at his head.

"My hair's short. And..." he waves his hand over his chest, "...and...I look nothing like her!"

Tristan's smile fades. "Well, I can't do it. But I understand lad. I just hate that we have to leave Marie in the clutches of that fiendish baker. I had thought you were willing to do whatever it took to save Marie. I thought that Marie could count upon a young dashing Musketeer to save her. I guess I was wrong." says Tristan as he turns away.

 

[Shayuri]

"That's not fair!" Jacen blurts, the tone and pitch of his voice rising. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I just...I was only saying..."

He calms himself down.

"I just meant, I don't think I could pull it off. I mean, unless this man is blind, he could never mistake me for her...even if I did wear a dress."

 

[Fenris]

"I don't know, some make up, a wig. I think we could make it work. It's cool enough that a heavy cloak would hide the worst of it. Besides what other plan do we have? We must get the Tear back and we must keep Marie safe. The only other viable option we have is to allow Marie to go, hiding ourselves until Marie has the Tear, then find Marie. Of course I don't know how the Baker will give back the Tear. If we do what he says and Marie goes alone, how do we get the Tear back?" Ponders Tristan. He turns to the Patriarch.

"Tomas, it is your daughter, it is your family, it is your prophecy. While I know that I would but charge the scoundrel, or even concoct a plan to win both the Tear and Marie, these may not be risks you are willing to take. I am confident that we can do both. But this is your house, your family, your doom. I will abide by your decision." he adds with a bow and turns to sit, splitting the seam down the back of the greatcoat.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Didn't he say ten days?)