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(Disregard, somehow shift+enter did not skip a line but entered the thread, so gotta edit in a few things, look back later)
Name: Emily Evergarden
Age: 23
Race: Human/Witch
Ethnicity: English
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120
Abilities/Skills:
Personality: Lacking the ability to show most emotion on her face, Emily is a bit of a know-it-all, and with good reason. Highly educated in general and the Arcane, the woman seems to be rather selfish and whimsical, while able to handle tasks for herself she can be rather lazy in some regards. Having poor social skills she is rather rude and straightforward, maybe even a bit haunty, she is rather superficially trusting and maybe a little naive, more so in matters of trade and barter, with no real understanding of, or concern for money. That being said in matters of the arcane and investigation, she is often called upon as a consultant and knows much about the subject and even of magic, though her house is rather large she seems to keep to only a few rooms spending her days in near isolation.
Of interest however is a slight smirk she gets to her face when solving a mystery or in showing a bit of "glee" at the misfortunes of others. Or at least those who believed themselves beyond reach. While she knows some spells and wards, she is rather ill suited to hand to hand combat and seems a little lethargic.
Bio: Born to the Evergarden family, Emily had the unfortunate luck to be born with the "Wood Crones Curse" as it was to be called.. That being every couple of generations one Child would come to show an aptitude in magic in the family line and to carry on the traditions that have been in the Family since the days of the first Kings. The last was her Grandmother, often when a new one is born the previous Witch seems to be about ready to pass on. In the Modern Era of the Kingdom of Albion, or even the previous, magic has been feared or misunderstood, the Arcane something to be shunned, the black sheep of the Family.
Though it had aided the family in it's wealth for some time. Between the Arcane skills and the strange eccentric nature these women had, they have always been rather intelligent and a little detached from the world and in general difficult to deal with for more normal people.
In Emily's case it meant from a young age that she lived with her grandmother and soon after alone, her parents would send caretakers or her brother would come to have her help him with troublesome cases, but that was often the extent of their interactions. While she never lacked money, nor care for the value of it, she was little more than a sense of shame for the family of a past most of them did not even believe in and wished was gone, though thankful that at least they knew who the odd one from this generation would be.
Earning a reputation of sorts with Scotland Yard, her boring day to day existence in a lonely Mansion in Northern Albion would continue. Books, visitors and whimsical purchases were about all that she had with impersonal servants coming by to make her meals or to clean the grounds and leaving, her research and work was all that she had. Till the most curious of things had happened, Trespassers in the "White Witch" Woods. Having chased the men off via her "Willies of the Woods" she had found a Redhead male on the verge of Death. Curious to his nature and maybe on the same Whim as buying a china set, she took him back to her home, not fearing him at all, nursing his wounds and giving him food. Somewhat interested in his story she would however just absentmindedly head back to her own tasks, quietly and unknown to Ainsley she had indeed asked The Yard about it all and reached her own conclusions.
For whatever reason she over time has never told the man to leave and has given him a butler suit with chores to do for her, typically of the "mundane" and in dealing with "troublesome peasants". Some of the work she gives him seems to be out of her own sense of amusement rather than needing anything done, leaving him with a room on the other side of the mansion she will at times quipe about his ignorance of high society and his questioning of her being a witch or asking for the trick to her magic, as if it weren't real. Either way over the course of a year she has not treated him badly, even if she has sent the man to do silly tasks for her own amusement. That being said she has stood up for his presence in her home against her family and to Scotland Yard, to what ends however remains unknown.
Name: Ainsley McCulloch
Age: 26
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Scottish
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 205 lbs
Abilities/Skills:
Personality:
A gentle giant despite his hot-headed attitude to match his hair. Ainsley typically possesses a calm scowl on his face and doesn't so much lash out as show a tired irritation and throw out a few curses. Being blunt while also not entirely honest, he is not one to sugar-coat his words, however he is also known to not be entirely honest in allowing his care to show. A loyal individual, but one who has had that loyalty betrayed leaving a difficulty of developing trust. However, Ainsley is ultimately loyal to a fault to those who acquire his trust with a dry, sarcastic wit.
Bio:
A drunkard for a father and a mother too scared of being hit to speak against him. Ainsley, while part of a poor-man's family was very much on his own from the beginning. From as soon as he could walk and talk, he was shoved out of the house to help scrape together money for the bills, whether that be picking someone's pocket, stealing or doing odd jobs around the town. Typically the day would end with Ainsley earning a smacking for not earning a dime or not earning enough, and god forbid he get caught doing something illegal and let it trace back to his father.
Often-times it was as if the boy didn't actually hold the name McCulloch, he only lived in their house. His only consolation was from his mother when his father was gone of passed out drunk, but even that ended when one day she left the house never to return. With his wife having ran away from the family, Ainsley's father only grew harsher on him. This type of behavior persisted until his prepubescence where Ainsley encountered a chance individual through attempting to pick-pocket them.
The man who Ainsley so foolishly attempted to pickpocket was Felix McGregor, a member of one of the local gang families. However, when Ainsley was eventually caught, the McGregor admitted that he was impressed with the young boy and saw potential in him. From henceforth, the boy would be an associate to the family. The McGregor's provided him with work and in exchange he would be taken care of, as would his family.
As Ainsley grew older, his responsibilities grew. He went from assisting the members and enforcers and pickpocketing to becoming an enforcer himself. His time on the streets led to quick knowledge on how to hold his own in a fight and his physique built itself up to match with his new duties.
Soon enough, Ainsley was a relied upon member of the McGregor family. His father, of whom he took care of for a while, had been cast aside. Ainsley had taken care of his father for as long as he was given a roof, not one to overlook debts, even if the debt was by some eyes not worth repaying. To him, the McGregors who took him in, taught him and provided him with work and something to trust were his true family, that was until he became a liability.
While out on a job gone awry with Felix McGregor, the two were attacked and McGregor was lethally wounded by men working under a prominent member of the family aiming to ensure his own promotion. Ainsley was then framed for the death, and subsequently assaulted and dumped in the wilderness.
Ainsley likely would have died, however was unwittingly saved by a so-called "witch". Awakening in a mansion, he found himself tended to by a young woman with a peculiar air about herself. The woman had saved, sheltered and fed him though she had not needed to, and while Ainsley finds himself more often confused by the woman or irritated at her needless spending, he has remained with her since, working as the brawn to her brain to pay a debt he still questions the reason to it being paid in the first place.
Setting down everything she was doing, the woman stands to her feet and looks out the large window. Eyes shut for a few minutes she says nothing for the longest time before testing the waters. "And why would I agree to that, you both even agreed with my findings on him being innocent of that sordid affair.."
"Yes we did, but a Court still must try him.. Inspector?" The Constable General says, trying his cup of tea, while the much larger man fumbles with his own, holding it by the ends of his fingers which could not fit within the handle ring.
"Mister Ainsley, even if he may have not committed the Murder is responsible or in association with numerous smaller crimes and still needs to answer to the Judges for that other affair."
"My, how Tricky... Smart, underhanded, I cannot fault your reasoning.. Either way I would hear of this event before I decide." Pausing for a bit, a smirk of sorts was affixed to her face, briefly visible in the window's reflection. "What say you Ainsley, would you have any words? "
At this whole Back and forth the Major General sets his cup aside, taking a few sips every so often. "I much rather have a smoke.. What a surprising number of books. As to that is rather simple, our Regional Duke was to marry aDuchess of Dacia's Transylvania region.. A political Union of sorts, just another Political marriage, nothing special of the sorts."
"As the General says;" Pipes in the Ambassador. "The two were to be Wed and the ArchDuke was assassinated in their Alpine venue, by an unnatural means, a conspiracy may be involved with all of this given the oddities we have found.. However for both of our Kingdoms, investigations into the Locals have been.. problematic.. Albion involvement is also suspected. For now all parties are being vauge on this and the information is being kept out of Local press for a time.."
"Simply put, we wish for a neutral party to carry out the investigation as no one side can trust the others."
@EmperorsChosen
The World of Magic and Reason; The Scarlet Incident.
This RP takes place in a world much like our own, from it's geographical features to it's regional cultures, myths and legends. A strangereal landscape set roughly in the Late 1800's, Horse and Carriage is still the primary means of transit, but the Automobile, Zeppelin, train and steam engine ships have come front and center as the world heads towards mass industrialization, the crossroads of worlds and traditions. Monarchs still rule but houses of commons and lords with democratic institutions have cropped up everywhere.
That being said on this Earth, Magic is real, or rather was. However given history and wars and the sheer capability of technology in its efficiency, has left magic largely in the dust, minus for a few who are highly skilled in its use. As a result, Magic is seen more of a "trick" or a relic of a bygone era, much as a horse and cart or the Knight with his sword. The Adventure of this RP takes place in modern day Europe, or Europa, the following are Terms and immediate pc's of note.
The Kingdom of Albion; Basically the United Kingdom with much the same government and institutions of that period.
Republic of Gaulie; This nation is France and has a republican form of government, minus as a crossing point it will not feature heavily in the RP
Empire of Germania; covering the old Territory of Germany, Prussia, Parts of Switzerland and parts of Austria, this region is much like the German Empire of our own timeline and has a highly Militarized Society.
Kingdom of Dacia; based on the Kingdom of Romania, it contains the region known as Transylvania and is the end game focus of the RP.
Characters of note;
Rupert Evergarden; Brother of Emily, he often brings her money and handles the affairs of the estate while leeching off of his sister's talents from time to time for his own detective career. While she has other family that may be mentioned in passing, he is the only one who actively visits.
Inspector Archibald; A chief inspector of Scotland Yard, he is a fairly old man that looks more like a bodybuilder or factory worker who got lost. In some manner his Black police uniform seems comically too small, but his stern face and mustache keeps others from mentioning it to his face. (Basically looks like Alexander from FMA)
Constable General Bimmington; A thin faced min with a sunken, tired look to his eyes. He is often behind the Yards activities in this corner of Albion, shrewd and calculating, he rarely says much and only shows up to offer Emily work, if the situation is dire.
This RP takes place in a world much like our own, from it's geographical features to it's regional cultures, myths and legends. A strangereal landscape set roughly in the Late 1800's, Horse and Carriage is still the primary means of transit, but the Automobile, Zeppelin, train and steam engine ships have come front and center as the world heads towards mass industrialization, the crossroads of worlds and traditions. Monarchs still rule but houses of commons and lords with democratic institutions have cropped up everywhere.
That being said on this Earth, Magic is real, or rather was. However given history and wars and the sheer capability of technology in its efficiency, has left magic largely in the dust, minus for a few who are highly skilled in its use. As a result, Magic is seen more of a "trick" or a relic of a bygone era, much as a horse and cart or the Knight with his sword. The Adventure of this RP takes place in modern day Europe, or Europa, the following are Terms and immediate pc's of note.
The Kingdom of Albion; Basically the United Kingdom with much the same government and institutions of that period.
Republic of Gaulie; This nation is France and has a republican form of government, minus as a crossing point it will not feature heavily in the RP
Empire of Germania; covering the old Territory of Germany, Prussia, Parts of Switzerland and parts of Austria, this region is much like the German Empire of our own timeline and has a highly Militarized Society.
Kingdom of Dacia; based on the Kingdom of Romania, it contains the region known as Transylvania and is the end game focus of the RP.
Characters of note;
Rupert Evergarden; Brother of Emily, he often brings her money and handles the affairs of the estate while leeching off of his sister's talents from time to time for his own detective career. While she has other family that may be mentioned in passing, he is the only one who actively visits.
Inspector Archibald; A chief inspector of Scotland Yard, he is a fairly old man that looks more like a bodybuilder or factory worker who got lost. In some manner his Black police uniform seems comically too small, but his stern face and mustache keeps others from mentioning it to his face. (Basically looks like Alexander from FMA)
Constable General Bimmington; A thin faced min with a sunken, tired look to his eyes. He is often behind the Yards activities in this corner of Albion, shrewd and calculating, he rarely says much and only shows up to offer Emily work, if the situation is dire.
Name: Emily Evergarden
Age: 23
Race: Human/Witch
Ethnicity: English
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120
Abilities/Skills:
- Magic
- Keen intellect
- Medical knowledge
- Harpist
- Sewing
Personality: Lacking the ability to show most emotion on her face, Emily is a bit of a know-it-all, and with good reason. Highly educated in general and the Arcane, the woman seems to be rather selfish and whimsical, while able to handle tasks for herself she can be rather lazy in some regards. Having poor social skills she is rather rude and straightforward, maybe even a bit haunty, she is rather superficially trusting and maybe a little naive, more so in matters of trade and barter, with no real understanding of, or concern for money. That being said in matters of the arcane and investigation, she is often called upon as a consultant and knows much about the subject and even of magic, though her house is rather large she seems to keep to only a few rooms spending her days in near isolation.
Of interest however is a slight smirk she gets to her face when solving a mystery or in showing a bit of "glee" at the misfortunes of others. Or at least those who believed themselves beyond reach. While she knows some spells and wards, she is rather ill suited to hand to hand combat and seems a little lethargic.
Bio: Born to the Evergarden family, Emily had the unfortunate luck to be born with the "Wood Crones Curse" as it was to be called.. That being every couple of generations one Child would come to show an aptitude in magic in the family line and to carry on the traditions that have been in the Family since the days of the first Kings. The last was her Grandmother, often when a new one is born the previous Witch seems to be about ready to pass on. In the Modern Era of the Kingdom of Albion, or even the previous, magic has been feared or misunderstood, the Arcane something to be shunned, the black sheep of the Family.
Though it had aided the family in it's wealth for some time. Between the Arcane skills and the strange eccentric nature these women had, they have always been rather intelligent and a little detached from the world and in general difficult to deal with for more normal people.
In Emily's case it meant from a young age that she lived with her grandmother and soon after alone, her parents would send caretakers or her brother would come to have her help him with troublesome cases, but that was often the extent of their interactions. While she never lacked money, nor care for the value of it, she was little more than a sense of shame for the family of a past most of them did not even believe in and wished was gone, though thankful that at least they knew who the odd one from this generation would be.
Earning a reputation of sorts with Scotland Yard, her boring day to day existence in a lonely Mansion in Northern Albion would continue. Books, visitors and whimsical purchases were about all that she had with impersonal servants coming by to make her meals or to clean the grounds and leaving, her research and work was all that she had. Till the most curious of things had happened, Trespassers in the "White Witch" Woods. Having chased the men off via her "Willies of the Woods" she had found a Redhead male on the verge of Death. Curious to his nature and maybe on the same Whim as buying a china set, she took him back to her home, not fearing him at all, nursing his wounds and giving him food. Somewhat interested in his story she would however just absentmindedly head back to her own tasks, quietly and unknown to Ainsley she had indeed asked The Yard about it all and reached her own conclusions.
For whatever reason she over time has never told the man to leave and has given him a butler suit with chores to do for her, typically of the "mundane" and in dealing with "troublesome peasants". Some of the work she gives him seems to be out of her own sense of amusement rather than needing anything done, leaving him with a room on the other side of the mansion she will at times quipe about his ignorance of high society and his questioning of her being a witch or asking for the trick to her magic, as if it weren't real. Either way over the course of a year she has not treated him badly, even if she has sent the man to do silly tasks for her own amusement. That being said she has stood up for his presence in her home against her family and to Scotland Yard, to what ends however remains unknown.
Name: Ainsley McCulloch
Age: 26
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Scottish
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 205 lbs
Abilities/Skills:
- Physically strong
- Street fighting
- Durable
- Cooking
- Competent shooter
Personality:
A gentle giant despite his hot-headed attitude to match his hair. Ainsley typically possesses a calm scowl on his face and doesn't so much lash out as show a tired irritation and throw out a few curses. Being blunt while also not entirely honest, he is not one to sugar-coat his words, however he is also known to not be entirely honest in allowing his care to show. A loyal individual, but one who has had that loyalty betrayed leaving a difficulty of developing trust. However, Ainsley is ultimately loyal to a fault to those who acquire his trust with a dry, sarcastic wit.
Bio:
A drunkard for a father and a mother too scared of being hit to speak against him. Ainsley, while part of a poor-man's family was very much on his own from the beginning. From as soon as he could walk and talk, he was shoved out of the house to help scrape together money for the bills, whether that be picking someone's pocket, stealing or doing odd jobs around the town. Typically the day would end with Ainsley earning a smacking for not earning a dime or not earning enough, and god forbid he get caught doing something illegal and let it trace back to his father.
Often-times it was as if the boy didn't actually hold the name McCulloch, he only lived in their house. His only consolation was from his mother when his father was gone of passed out drunk, but even that ended when one day she left the house never to return. With his wife having ran away from the family, Ainsley's father only grew harsher on him. This type of behavior persisted until his prepubescence where Ainsley encountered a chance individual through attempting to pick-pocket them.
The man who Ainsley so foolishly attempted to pickpocket was Felix McGregor, a member of one of the local gang families. However, when Ainsley was eventually caught, the McGregor admitted that he was impressed with the young boy and saw potential in him. From henceforth, the boy would be an associate to the family. The McGregor's provided him with work and in exchange he would be taken care of, as would his family.
As Ainsley grew older, his responsibilities grew. He went from assisting the members and enforcers and pickpocketing to becoming an enforcer himself. His time on the streets led to quick knowledge on how to hold his own in a fight and his physique built itself up to match with his new duties.
Soon enough, Ainsley was a relied upon member of the McGregor family. His father, of whom he took care of for a while, had been cast aside. Ainsley had taken care of his father for as long as he was given a roof, not one to overlook debts, even if the debt was by some eyes not worth repaying. To him, the McGregors who took him in, taught him and provided him with work and something to trust were his true family, that was until he became a liability.
While out on a job gone awry with Felix McGregor, the two were attacked and McGregor was lethally wounded by men working under a prominent member of the family aiming to ensure his own promotion. Ainsley was then framed for the death, and subsequently assaulted and dumped in the wilderness.
Ainsley likely would have died, however was unwittingly saved by a so-called "witch". Awakening in a mansion, he found himself tended to by a young woman with a peculiar air about herself. The woman had saved, sheltered and fed him though she had not needed to, and while Ainsley finds himself more often confused by the woman or irritated at her needless spending, he has remained with her since, working as the brawn to her brain to pay a debt he still questions the reason to it being paid in the first place.
~~~~~
Humming a soft tune as sunlight filters in from above a spacious window, a young woman hums to herself, a cup of tea and a saucer in her hand, watching birds in flight as trees sway in a gentle breeze. A rather odd sight, a well maintained mansion secreted away in the woodlands of Northern Albion, while not having much of a yard the view seemed rather nice, if not a little spooky for those not aware of its existence.
"Hmm, hmm...oh?" The woman says, holding her cup still, a dust cloud forming in the distance, resolving itself into the shape of a car, not just any car, but a car the woman had become rather acquainted with over the years..
"The Inspector.. Hmm.. No, not just him it seems." Calling out in case the man should have left the Room, she tilts her head back a little and to her left, as if searching for him.
"Ainsley~! The Inspector seems to be on his way and he is not alone, another car..and a truck seems to be following? What a bother, what do those buffoons want this time.. I already told them they couldn't have you for questioning.. Who would be around to make my Tea then? Do see them inside and to the Reading room, hmm? That is to say, bring them here."
~~~
With rag in hand, a young man softly wiped the cloth across a short hazelnut coffee table. The man in question, being rather tall with a muscular physique, combed back red hair and a stern gaze, did not match the formal wear befitting of a butler he currently adorned.
At his name being called, the red-haired giant stood up from his knelt position to look back at the source of the voice. He let out a gruff scoff, detailing his displeasure at the identity of the supposed guests, as he approached the woman to look out the window for himself.
"Who knows, maybe they finally grew the balls to take me by force," Ainsley chastised, though he didn't appear all that concerned. "Yeah, yeah. I know what 'let the bastards in' means."
With that remark, the man made his way out of the room and to the foyer. It had been around a year since he had awoken in this place, finding that woman tending to his wounds. Ainsley heard naught of her before their encounter, and to his knowledge, she had naught of him. Her reasons for saving him were vague, and that didn't begin to explain her continued shelter of him, both in the sense of a roof and protection from repercussions due to his past vices. Ainsley had yet to fully figure out the so-called "witch", but he was determined to earn his keep for as long as she would have him remain. He was not a man who left debts unpaid nor did he know himself as a freeloader.
As the vehicles grew close, approaching the property and slowing to a pause. Ainsley responded to the sound of engines dying, car doors and footsteps by opening the door of the front entrance, pulling it open to a wide girth and hugging the wall to allow the supposed visitors entry.
"...Ms. Evergarden is waitin' for you in the reading room," Ainsley announced as he greeted each acquaintance with a scowl. He had been nagged plenty regarding what the witch called "proper etiquette", though the big lug was not of that world, and he wasn't likely to begin showing that respect to these people, whether they were here to employ the woman of the house for work or simply end his run for good.
~~~
Exiting the first car was a large man with a police uniform, stark black and a bit too small, straining under massive muscles, one could say, seemingly ready to break into a flex. "Hmm, Ser Ainsley, I come with the General and some important officials.." With a bead of sweat, soldiers in different national uniforms exit the truck, walking in lockstep as they head for the second car. Opening the doors two rather not so pleased looking men exit the car, one in a Grey Military Uniform that had golden braids, the other a bearded and mustached man in a suit. Not making eye contact with one another, the soldiers form abreast of them, as if bodyguards. Then two Albion Regulars exit the truck and rush to the first car, before they could do anything however a man exits. With sunken eyes and a sullen face he waves them off.
"Your Men will have to wait outside or in the Foyer, our investigator may react negatively to them if they are allowed in.. Ah, if it's not the Family man.." He had a simple suit and a badge, the Constable General, head of this region's Scotland Yard.
~~~
Watching sternly as the vehicles unloaded, Ainsley thought it appeared to be a rather large entourage, far greater than for a simple visit, but these were actual military men. Of note was the Inspector and Constable General which he knew from less that preferable circumstances. In truth, without the intervention of the woman in question, the men likely at some point would've shared a table in a dimly lit room with a spot for his wrist to lay restrained and a list of questions to be answered. Then again, without Evergarden's intervention, he would've far sooner had a date six feet in the ground.
"...I don't need to tell you how the woman gets," Ainsley replied, nodding to the General's rather on point assumption on how a squad of soldiers marching in would be taken.
Scoffing lightly, he didn't appear to agree much with the idea of being a "family man".
"Like I said, Ms. Evergarden is expecting you, unless you've taken time out of your day to bother with me." Ainsley held the door open, waiting for them to enter, then promptly shut the door and turned away to lead the men through the halls and where Emily resided.
~~~
"Oh, but Mister Ainsley, I am always interested in speaking with you… About that Family..Though I may agree with one assessment I have been told, you have a lot I would like to hear." Bimmington says with a pointed gaze as he makes way inside, Archibald takes up the rear as the man in Military Uniform marches inside, his eyes meeting Ainsley in passing with a look of displeasure, the man in the suit however doesn't even pay him any mind.
For her part as the procesciession moves onwards, Emily sits in a chair, her cup of tea still in hand as her back remains to the door.
~~~
Eyeing Bimmington with suspicion, it wasn't to Ainsley's surprise that the General had some interest in him. However, as of yet Evergarden's words had been enough to deter the man or his forces questioning him too intently. He knew that whatever they were here for, it wasn't specifically on the basis of him or his past.
"Hm… I'm sure," Ainsley replied gruffly as he walked with the group. "With the entourage outside, I'm relatively sure I'd be on the ground by now if your interest in conversation was the cause of your visit."
There was also the question of the other two men of whom he had not seen, nor had they been introduced. Then again, why would they introduce themselves to him?
"I don't recall being familiar with your companions for the day."
~~~
"It doesn't concern you who we are." The officer says flatly as the man in the suit sighs.
"Can we just get this over with, that boor will be rather insufferable." Looking at the pair and then the Butler, Bimmington sighs. "I'm afraid getting them to come here was hard enough as is, as I am sure you may have guessed from the accent, they are not from our country."
With that the Inspector nods, bringing up the rear. "A major incident has taken place and the Royal Office has instructed us to handle this, given the nature of the case, your Mistress will have to be the one we came to."
~~~
"No, of course it doesn't," Remarked Ainsley with a tired sigh. It was always these types.
Listening to the inspector, Ainsley says nothing as he leads the men. How the General toned the case's "nature" led him to believe that it had to do with the woman's specialty; "magic" or something so-called. He still wasn't quite sure what to make of the woman's tricks, real or just illusions of some sort. Either way, her skills were real enough to draw in arseholes from all kinds of states.
"Well then." As they reached the room in question, Ainsley crossed to the far side of the doorway giving way for the men to proceed into the room.
"Here are your guests… or some of them at least," Ainsley reported, verbally nodding to the truck-worth of soldiers in the front before listing off the guests in true house servant fashion. "Inspector Archibald. General Bimmington. The Quiet Man and No Concern."
~~~
Looking at the man with a bit of red fluster to his face, the military officer mutters something in a harsh sounding language, far removed yet a cousin of English from the inflictions upon it.
The other man raises an eyebrow at the man's introduction and scoffs lightly. All the while the two policemen exchange glances and Emily stares at the four, while narrowing her eyes briefly at Ainsley. "Ainsley, I somehow doubt that is these men's names, though it would be amusing..More so than me sitting here.. Emily, Evergarden.. Might I ask why you are here Inspector and Constable General?"
Motioning for the men to step around, she had no intention or grace to get up and meet them, either on purpose or maybe ignorant, well that's debatable. The Inspector, used to the Treatment motions the men forward, who seemingly bristled at it, while the Constable General just looked tired and not much for formalities, introducing the pair as he stepped around. "This is Major General Otto Von Rudersdorf of his Majesty's Imperial Army of Germania, attaché to our Kingdom."
Snapping his heels as a means of introduction, the stern faced Officer takes a seat, ramrod stiff. "A.. pleasure… but for one so young.. Is she truly the White Witch?"
"And this is..?"
"The Quiet one as your man put it, Ambassador Serghei Banciuof the Kingdom of Dacia."
"I see.. Ainsley, would you bring these men some tea.. And so they say that is who I am." Emily says with a tilt of her head, not yet doing much of anything. "So what brings a General and an Ambassador from two different nations here?"
The Inspector speaks up first. "To prevent a War. The Archduke of the Alpine Regions was assassinated by means that were of the Arcane."
"You mean he was killed by the Dacians, or should I say an Albion who fled to Dacia!"
"The Duchess was from our country and caught up in this Affair as well General.."
"She didn't even get a single scratch! The Archduke doesn't even have a face!"
"Gentlemen, please be calm.. We all agreed to let Miss Evergarden here have a crack at the case.. Provided she accepts."
Pausing for a bit, Emily looks at the three men then to Ainsley, not betraying any emotion on her face as she sits down her cup of tea. "..Where did this happen, You expect me to leave these shores in person?.. I need more information. And why would I do this?"
"For Queen, King, God and Country. We also will pay you and provide a Pardon for your Butler there."
~~~
Eyeing the flustered officer once again, Ainsley replied to Emily with his own gaze. With not but a slight nod, he took his leave from the room. In the middle of the group's conversation he returned with a silver tray in hand. On it sat four white tea cups sitting on saucers with a matching teapot and a tiny bowl to hold sugar cubes with a small pair of thongs to grasp them with.
As the men start growing irritated, Ainsley rather stoically sets the tray down on the coffee table in front of the seating, laying out the saucers one by one before placing a tea-filled cup on each. Stepping back, the man took a place along the opposing wall, leaning against it with folded arms as he viewed the so-called meeting.
Remaining quiet as his mistress questioned further, the only clear change in emotion that could be seen was when a pardon was mentioned. Eyes widening slightly, Ainsley was quick to revert back to his stoic expression, even going so far to close his eyes.
The woman had shielded him for a year, for reasons he did not understand. However, if at any point she decided that she no longer cared to so, it was not his place barter.
Humming a soft tune as sunlight filters in from above a spacious window, a young woman hums to herself, a cup of tea and a saucer in her hand, watching birds in flight as trees sway in a gentle breeze. A rather odd sight, a well maintained mansion secreted away in the woodlands of Northern Albion, while not having much of a yard the view seemed rather nice, if not a little spooky for those not aware of its existence.
"Hmm, hmm...oh?" The woman says, holding her cup still, a dust cloud forming in the distance, resolving itself into the shape of a car, not just any car, but a car the woman had become rather acquainted with over the years..
"The Inspector.. Hmm.. No, not just him it seems." Calling out in case the man should have left the Room, she tilts her head back a little and to her left, as if searching for him.
"Ainsley~! The Inspector seems to be on his way and he is not alone, another car..and a truck seems to be following? What a bother, what do those buffoons want this time.. I already told them they couldn't have you for questioning.. Who would be around to make my Tea then? Do see them inside and to the Reading room, hmm? That is to say, bring them here."
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With rag in hand, a young man softly wiped the cloth across a short hazelnut coffee table. The man in question, being rather tall with a muscular physique, combed back red hair and a stern gaze, did not match the formal wear befitting of a butler he currently adorned.
At his name being called, the red-haired giant stood up from his knelt position to look back at the source of the voice. He let out a gruff scoff, detailing his displeasure at the identity of the supposed guests, as he approached the woman to look out the window for himself.
"Who knows, maybe they finally grew the balls to take me by force," Ainsley chastised, though he didn't appear all that concerned. "Yeah, yeah. I know what 'let the bastards in' means."
With that remark, the man made his way out of the room and to the foyer. It had been around a year since he had awoken in this place, finding that woman tending to his wounds. Ainsley heard naught of her before their encounter, and to his knowledge, she had naught of him. Her reasons for saving him were vague, and that didn't begin to explain her continued shelter of him, both in the sense of a roof and protection from repercussions due to his past vices. Ainsley had yet to fully figure out the so-called "witch", but he was determined to earn his keep for as long as she would have him remain. He was not a man who left debts unpaid nor did he know himself as a freeloader.
As the vehicles grew close, approaching the property and slowing to a pause. Ainsley responded to the sound of engines dying, car doors and footsteps by opening the door of the front entrance, pulling it open to a wide girth and hugging the wall to allow the supposed visitors entry.
"...Ms. Evergarden is waitin' for you in the reading room," Ainsley announced as he greeted each acquaintance with a scowl. He had been nagged plenty regarding what the witch called "proper etiquette", though the big lug was not of that world, and he wasn't likely to begin showing that respect to these people, whether they were here to employ the woman of the house for work or simply end his run for good.
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Exiting the first car was a large man with a police uniform, stark black and a bit too small, straining under massive muscles, one could say, seemingly ready to break into a flex. "Hmm, Ser Ainsley, I come with the General and some important officials.." With a bead of sweat, soldiers in different national uniforms exit the truck, walking in lockstep as they head for the second car. Opening the doors two rather not so pleased looking men exit the car, one in a Grey Military Uniform that had golden braids, the other a bearded and mustached man in a suit. Not making eye contact with one another, the soldiers form abreast of them, as if bodyguards. Then two Albion Regulars exit the truck and rush to the first car, before they could do anything however a man exits. With sunken eyes and a sullen face he waves them off.
"Your Men will have to wait outside or in the Foyer, our investigator may react negatively to them if they are allowed in.. Ah, if it's not the Family man.." He had a simple suit and a badge, the Constable General, head of this region's Scotland Yard.
~~~
Watching sternly as the vehicles unloaded, Ainsley thought it appeared to be a rather large entourage, far greater than for a simple visit, but these were actual military men. Of note was the Inspector and Constable General which he knew from less that preferable circumstances. In truth, without the intervention of the woman in question, the men likely at some point would've shared a table in a dimly lit room with a spot for his wrist to lay restrained and a list of questions to be answered. Then again, without Evergarden's intervention, he would've far sooner had a date six feet in the ground.
"...I don't need to tell you how the woman gets," Ainsley replied, nodding to the General's rather on point assumption on how a squad of soldiers marching in would be taken.
Scoffing lightly, he didn't appear to agree much with the idea of being a "family man".
"Like I said, Ms. Evergarden is expecting you, unless you've taken time out of your day to bother with me." Ainsley held the door open, waiting for them to enter, then promptly shut the door and turned away to lead the men through the halls and where Emily resided.
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"Oh, but Mister Ainsley, I am always interested in speaking with you… About that Family..Though I may agree with one assessment I have been told, you have a lot I would like to hear." Bimmington says with a pointed gaze as he makes way inside, Archibald takes up the rear as the man in Military Uniform marches inside, his eyes meeting Ainsley in passing with a look of displeasure, the man in the suit however doesn't even pay him any mind.
For her part as the procesciession moves onwards, Emily sits in a chair, her cup of tea still in hand as her back remains to the door.
~~~
Eyeing Bimmington with suspicion, it wasn't to Ainsley's surprise that the General had some interest in him. However, as of yet Evergarden's words had been enough to deter the man or his forces questioning him too intently. He knew that whatever they were here for, it wasn't specifically on the basis of him or his past.
"Hm… I'm sure," Ainsley replied gruffly as he walked with the group. "With the entourage outside, I'm relatively sure I'd be on the ground by now if your interest in conversation was the cause of your visit."
There was also the question of the other two men of whom he had not seen, nor had they been introduced. Then again, why would they introduce themselves to him?
"I don't recall being familiar with your companions for the day."
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"It doesn't concern you who we are." The officer says flatly as the man in the suit sighs.
"Can we just get this over with, that boor will be rather insufferable." Looking at the pair and then the Butler, Bimmington sighs. "I'm afraid getting them to come here was hard enough as is, as I am sure you may have guessed from the accent, they are not from our country."
With that the Inspector nods, bringing up the rear. "A major incident has taken place and the Royal Office has instructed us to handle this, given the nature of the case, your Mistress will have to be the one we came to."
~~~
"No, of course it doesn't," Remarked Ainsley with a tired sigh. It was always these types.
Listening to the inspector, Ainsley says nothing as he leads the men. How the General toned the case's "nature" led him to believe that it had to do with the woman's specialty; "magic" or something so-called. He still wasn't quite sure what to make of the woman's tricks, real or just illusions of some sort. Either way, her skills were real enough to draw in arseholes from all kinds of states.
"Well then." As they reached the room in question, Ainsley crossed to the far side of the doorway giving way for the men to proceed into the room.
"Here are your guests… or some of them at least," Ainsley reported, verbally nodding to the truck-worth of soldiers in the front before listing off the guests in true house servant fashion. "Inspector Archibald. General Bimmington. The Quiet Man and No Concern."
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Looking at the man with a bit of red fluster to his face, the military officer mutters something in a harsh sounding language, far removed yet a cousin of English from the inflictions upon it.
The other man raises an eyebrow at the man's introduction and scoffs lightly. All the while the two policemen exchange glances and Emily stares at the four, while narrowing her eyes briefly at Ainsley. "Ainsley, I somehow doubt that is these men's names, though it would be amusing..More so than me sitting here.. Emily, Evergarden.. Might I ask why you are here Inspector and Constable General?"
Motioning for the men to step around, she had no intention or grace to get up and meet them, either on purpose or maybe ignorant, well that's debatable. The Inspector, used to the Treatment motions the men forward, who seemingly bristled at it, while the Constable General just looked tired and not much for formalities, introducing the pair as he stepped around. "This is Major General Otto Von Rudersdorf of his Majesty's Imperial Army of Germania, attaché to our Kingdom."
Snapping his heels as a means of introduction, the stern faced Officer takes a seat, ramrod stiff. "A.. pleasure… but for one so young.. Is she truly the White Witch?"
"And this is..?"
"The Quiet one as your man put it, Ambassador Serghei Banciuof the Kingdom of Dacia."
"I see.. Ainsley, would you bring these men some tea.. And so they say that is who I am." Emily says with a tilt of her head, not yet doing much of anything. "So what brings a General and an Ambassador from two different nations here?"
The Inspector speaks up first. "To prevent a War. The Archduke of the Alpine Regions was assassinated by means that were of the Arcane."
"You mean he was killed by the Dacians, or should I say an Albion who fled to Dacia!"
"The Duchess was from our country and caught up in this Affair as well General.."
"She didn't even get a single scratch! The Archduke doesn't even have a face!"
"Gentlemen, please be calm.. We all agreed to let Miss Evergarden here have a crack at the case.. Provided she accepts."
Pausing for a bit, Emily looks at the three men then to Ainsley, not betraying any emotion on her face as she sits down her cup of tea. "..Where did this happen, You expect me to leave these shores in person?.. I need more information. And why would I do this?"
"For Queen, King, God and Country. We also will pay you and provide a Pardon for your Butler there."
~~~
Eyeing the flustered officer once again, Ainsley replied to Emily with his own gaze. With not but a slight nod, he took his leave from the room. In the middle of the group's conversation he returned with a silver tray in hand. On it sat four white tea cups sitting on saucers with a matching teapot and a tiny bowl to hold sugar cubes with a small pair of thongs to grasp them with.
As the men start growing irritated, Ainsley rather stoically sets the tray down on the coffee table in front of the seating, laying out the saucers one by one before placing a tea-filled cup on each. Stepping back, the man took a place along the opposing wall, leaning against it with folded arms as he viewed the so-called meeting.
Remaining quiet as his mistress questioned further, the only clear change in emotion that could be seen was when a pardon was mentioned. Eyes widening slightly, Ainsley was quick to revert back to his stoic expression, even going so far to close his eyes.
The woman had shielded him for a year, for reasons he did not understand. However, if at any point she decided that she no longer cared to so, it was not his place barter.
Setting down everything she was doing, the woman stands to her feet and looks out the large window. Eyes shut for a few minutes she says nothing for the longest time before testing the waters. "And why would I agree to that, you both even agreed with my findings on him being innocent of that sordid affair.."
"Yes we did, but a Court still must try him.. Inspector?" The Constable General says, trying his cup of tea, while the much larger man fumbles with his own, holding it by the ends of his fingers which could not fit within the handle ring.
"Mister Ainsley, even if he may have not committed the Murder is responsible or in association with numerous smaller crimes and still needs to answer to the Judges for that other affair."
"My, how Tricky... Smart, underhanded, I cannot fault your reasoning.. Either way I would hear of this event before I decide." Pausing for a bit, a smirk of sorts was affixed to her face, briefly visible in the window's reflection. "What say you Ainsley, would you have any words? "
At this whole Back and forth the Major General sets his cup aside, taking a few sips every so often. "I much rather have a smoke.. What a surprising number of books. As to that is rather simple, our Regional Duke was to marry aDuchess of Dacia's Transylvania region.. A political Union of sorts, just another Political marriage, nothing special of the sorts."
"As the General says;" Pipes in the Ambassador. "The two were to be Wed and the ArchDuke was assassinated in their Alpine venue, by an unnatural means, a conspiracy may be involved with all of this given the oddities we have found.. However for both of our Kingdoms, investigations into the Locals have been.. problematic.. Albion involvement is also suspected. For now all parties are being vauge on this and the information is being kept out of Local press for a time.."
"Simply put, we wish for a neutral party to carry out the investigation as no one side can trust the others."
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