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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rystil Arden" data-source="post: 4002775" data-attributes="member: 29014">*Tristan moves into the room, past the armoire and the exit to the balcony towards the area of the room where he thought he heard the sound.  As he is searching, however, there is a sudden rush of motion, as a figure hiding in one of the room's walk-in closets bursts out and into the room proper.  The man is wearing a poofy bright crimson red outfit, with a silly feathered hat.  His face is covered with a theatrical laughing mask with an enormous nose.*"Oho!  It seems I have been discovered.  Villain, face my blade, but first,"  he tosses a small plate with a dark breaded biscuit, perhaps pumpernickel, like a discus, for Tristan to catch, "Have thou some bread!  Taste thou the bittersweet delicious taste of justice, for I am," he dramatically sweeps his cape and speaks with an incredibly hammy overacted sense of drama, "THE CRIMSON PUMPERNICKEL!""Uhhh, did you just come out of the closet?" Belinda fails to stifle a laugh, "I ask not just because of the, well, you know, but your wardrobe...""Still thy tongue, and cease thy slanderous implications!  The Crimson Pumpernickel causes ladies across the land to swoon on his knee and sigh at his handsome and romantic charm!  But yet, thy paltry beauty fails to shine even a tiny candle to the light that is the beautiful Marie.  I, the Crimson Pumpernickel have searched for the lady anon, but lo and curses, for a foul villain has blocked my egress!  Draw thy blade, varlet, and face me like a man, rather than the ogre you seem to be!"</blockquote>

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