THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT
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				Title: <strong>THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 15:44:24</strong>
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				Barrister Leeds carefully worked his way through the streets of Summerhill. He had to step over piles of trash and homeless people taking naps. A few times he saw things that outright repulsed him. He had never had to go north of the River Livey to do business but what could he expect. Pellucid Joss was a captain of an airship of ill repute. So of course the six people he left it too would be the types that would live in places like this. He was currently looking for a Mr. Mab who had his address as an apartment over a pub called Bangers and Hounds. The pub was of a worse reputation than even the ship that Joss had been captain of. The barrister was glad it was day time as he transversed a rickity staircase to get to the second floor. He knocked on the door politely and then pounded on it when no one answered. <br><br>Finely after almost giving up the door swung open and Fredricks Mab stood without a stitch of clothing on, behind him two other naked bodies could be seen stirring from what looked to be a long nap. The barrister quickly lost his voice and didn't know where to look. Fredricks for his part had a warm smile on. "Well out with it man." he said to the struggling lawyer. <br><br><strong>"P...Pellucid Joss is dead and you are in his will."</strong> he said with a quivering voice. <br><br>Fredricks kept the meeting short and took his copy of the document. He was told of the other five who also owned the ship and all that was inside. The old captain had chosen well. He didn't give a cent to the ones who would have ruined things. He shooed the barrister away and also his bed mates. He was not part owner of a ship and he had to think on this a spell. <br><br>The barrister quickly got away from the pub and then got out his list. By the looks of things this was going to be a long day. <br><br>(OOC: Give me an idea of where you guys are at so the Barrister can find you)
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 02:20:11</strong>
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				<strong>“Ladies and Gentlemen, I have walked the paths of mystery and stared into the heart of darkness. From those murky depths I have risen, but I fear I did not come back alone. No my friends, I must depart to cage this dreadful spirit. I can only hope that it has not followed me here…”</strong><br><br>The words hung upon the air, the menace and black intent apparent to all. Blazing eyes spun out over those in attendance, hooking and enchanting them, each believing they stared deep into their own, perhaps further still, perhaps staring into their souls. The tension and fear within the room was palpable, boarding on sheer terror.<br><br>The black cloak billowed out, seeming to encompass the whole room within it’s shadow. Suddenly from within it a dense smoke and mist poured out, the stage obscured, half of the theatre hidden from view. There were screams now, shrill shrieks as they feared what would come. Two red eyes balefully stared out from upon the stage, their rage and fury apparent to all. An otherworldly growl came from the stage, eliciting yet more screams. Flames reared up from the front, mere feet from the nearest audience members, sending them scrambling back. More flames came from the aisles, and then from the back of the hall, the audience surrounded by a ring of fire. The lights plunged out, only the roaring fires giving illumination, the baleful eyes still glaring out. More shouts as a form could be made out through the smoke, an inhuman shape materialising through the mist. Light flooded the stage, the silhouette of the shape there for all to see. Then the cloaked man’s silhouette appeared again, seemingly a sword in his hands as he plunged it into the beast. It growled once more, although it had a piteous tone to it now. The flames died, disappearing as suddenly as they came and smoke billowed up again, hiding the stage from view.<br><br>And the lights came back on, the smoke drifting away, the stage empty, only a smell of sulphur hinting at that which had just passed. The audience sat in shock, before the first peels of applause began to ring out, the audience standing and applauding into the vacant space.<br><br>Outside in his backstage room, David de Sabre let the cloak flutter to the stand, another performance successfully completed as there was a knock on the door… <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 05:05:21</strong>
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				"Wake up, chit!" <em>The old woman yelled out from the doorway.&nbsp; Vivienne was still sleeping and it was nigh onto noon.&nbsp; The fact that she'd been 'working' till the pub closed made no difference to 'Aunt Mary'.&nbsp; There were chores to be done, in addition to the money Vivienne brought to the old woman for her board, and while not truly an aunt by blood, Vivienne was grateful for the place to stay.<br><br>Peeking out from beneath a cover, Vivienne smiled.</em><br><br>"Oui, I'll be up and about soon Mary.&nbsp; Just a moment or two more, to get the mind working, if you don't mind?"&nbsp; <em>Curbing the desire to say more, of a less than pleasant nature, Vivienne moved beneath the cover, and straightened the cotton gown she wore to bed when the nights were too cool to lay about naked.&nbsp; In a house full of women, modesty was a silliness few observed.<br><br>Crawling out of bed, Vivienne padded to the wash basin, and poured fresh water into the bowl.&nbsp; A few splashes washed off the night and helped the young woman to wake up completely.&nbsp; She was thankful once again that she did not drink ale, as others did, having tried it once and abhorred the results the morning after.&nbsp; It was difficult enough to wake up only six hours after a night of dancing.&nbsp; &nbsp;But today was Sunday, and her only day off.&nbsp; If she was lucky she'd catch a nap later when her 'Aunt' went into town for her weekly marketing.<br><br>When she was dressed and presentable, Vivienne took her weekly rent from the small bag that she wore tied to her thigh, and slipped downstairs and into the kitchen.&nbsp; Setting the coins on the kitchen table, it was time to feed the chickens, and gather the eggs, so off she went.</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 08:49:10</strong>
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				Hema woke up in her bed.&nbsp; She turned over, looking to see if her paramour was still there.&nbsp; He was not, but he had left a small handful of bills on the pillow in his stead.&nbsp; She picked them up and sighed.&nbsp; Being a Mistress wasn't precisely whoring, but at times it felt like it.&nbsp; Still, it paid the bills and kept her in comfort.&nbsp; She got up and walked naked across the room, pouring water into a basin and splashing her face and parts of her naked body.&nbsp; She toweled dry, and pulled on a silken robe as she padded off to make her breakfast. <br><br>Tonight she was dancing.&nbsp; She looked forward to her performances, because she could for a few moments utterly forget herself and her life and everything else.&nbsp; <br><br>A short while later, she settled down, draped across a chaise, she was sipping tea, and nibbling toast with jam.&nbsp; Everything was as a normal day, until the knock on the door....
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 13:13:43</strong>
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				The barrister was pleased to get out of the roughest part of town, but the entertainment district was no little better. Evening was coming and he had to try to find a wizard. Sadly he was running late and the man was already performed when he arrived. He had no choice to watch the show and found himself surprised at how drawn in he was. He screamed along with everyone else. He almost forgot why he was there but after the show he did head off to the back stage area and knock on the door. <br><br>When the door opened the thin and young barrister tried his best smile despite the grim news he had to deliver. <strong>"Mr. Le Sabre that was an amazing show, may I come in please I have some business to discuss with you." </strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 13:18:33</strong>
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				After spending twenty minutes thinking out things and working out a plan Fredricks Mab headed out into the city. He had work to do. After stopping at a very seedy Irish bar to spread to the word that he was looking for a man, he went off to find his old crew. He figured the Barrister would inform all of them but he wanted to make sure it was easier for them all to get together. <br><br>He knew where Herma was shacked up so that is where he headed up. Dressed in his best clothes, that in truth were costume that he took from the Laugh before they were all kicked out, Fredricks moved through the streets and made it to the nice home where Herma keeper lived. He hoped it was late enough in the day that the man was out making an honest living. He knocked on the door with a smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 15:20:05</strong>
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				Hema went up to answer the door.&nbsp; She didn't bother making herself decent, anyone calling at this hour deserved what they got.&nbsp; She opened the door and smiled to see Fredricks.&nbsp; "Hello, luv.&nbsp; What have I done to merit a visit from your shiny self?"&nbsp; She beckoned him in and started pouring him a cup of tea automatically. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 17:59:59</strong>
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				Robert was currently residing in a womens prison. The guards did not know how he got there, and removed him on several occasions. After a week, they stopped trying to get him out, just left him tied to a rack. He became rather well known around the prison, and never seemed to complain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 22:06:32</strong>
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				The door had seemed to open by itself, revealing the gloomy interior, the room illuminated only by a series of candles. David was sat on a large chair at the other end of the room, his eyes flickering up to take in the nervous little man who stood opposite him. One hand reached up, beckoning the barrister to step forward.<br><br><strong>"You have come to tell of deep changes, changes in the very nature of things. Changes that will free me from these bindings and send me hurtling once more into the air, drifting on the winds of fate and chance towards a destiny that may not be my own. You bring grim tidings of deep import, but with a freedom and happiness hidden within, not for the eye to see. So, my friend, tell me of this buisness..."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 23:04:12</strong>
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				She was covered in blood.&nbsp; Her arms and torso were a bloody mess, and the body beneath her was screaming and had to be held down with restraints.&nbsp; It wasn't a quite night, far from it, no this night was filled with the screams of an angry mother.&nbsp; A whore who already had six other dirty children, who all sat huddling in the corner watching their mother give birth to the seventh.<br><br>Alexa loved watching the birth of children...but she hated this.&nbsp; She hated knowing that after she left that small child she had held in her arms would be seen as nothing more than a burden, and left for itself to survive among this rag tag family in desperate poverty.&nbsp; After cutting the umbilical cord, and cleaning the women up as much as she could she collected her small fee and left the small and poverty stricken room.<br><br>Her heels striking the ground echoed throughout the night, and she pulls her cloak tighter around her body.&nbsp; Slipping into her small but cozy room she closes and bolts the door.&nbsp; Throwing off the cloak she silently walks farther into the room and into what seems like a small closet.&nbsp; Inside was a small porcelain tub.&nbsp; And sprouting from the wall was a myriad tangle of pipes and handles.&nbsp; Pulling on a lever steam starts to spray out of a pipe, and water gushes from nozzle.&nbsp; Slipping into the tube she lathers up and washes the blood off of her body.&nbsp; Marks can be seen along her back, arms, legs, and neck.&nbsp; The marks where proof of her true trade; she might be a mid wife now, but in her heart she was an accomplished suspension artist.&nbsp; She hugs her knees missing the experience of hanging high into the air with only hooks implanted in her body keeping her up.<br><br>After her bath, wearing nothing but a light blue silk robe, and with her hair hanging wet down her back she hears a knock on her door.&nbsp; Expecting it to be someone needing her services she walks over to the door to let whomever it was in.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 12:44:00</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1107664#msg1107664">Quote from: slavemarkira on 02-02-2009, 15:20:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hema went up to answer the door.&nbsp; She didn't bother making herself decent, anyone calling at this hour deserved what they got.&nbsp; She opened the door and smiled to see Fredricks.&nbsp; "Hello, luv.&nbsp; What have I done to merit a visit from your shiny self?"&nbsp; She beckoned him in and started pouring him a cup of tea automatically. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Fredricks walked in taking in the nice apartment that Hema had landed herself. He also took a moment to admire her as she bent slightly to make tea and wore little to nothing on. He smiled warmly but went back to looking around the place after the tea was started. "Well darling, I did have news but with a pad as lovely as this I am not sure if you will be interested in what I have to say." <br><br>He picked up a small statue on one of the tables and started tossing it in the air with grace. The statue was most likely worth more then Fredricks life but he felt confident because fate and talent were on his side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 12:48:35</strong>
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				<br><br><strong>"You have come to tell of deep changes, changes in the very nature of things. Changes that will free me from these bindings and send me hurtling once more into the air, drifting on the winds of fate and chance towards a destiny that may not be my own. You bring grim tidings of deep import, but with a freedom and happiness hidden within, not for the eye to see. So, my friend, tell me of this buisness..."</strong><br>[/quote]<br><br>Barrister Leeds wanted nothing more then to run and hide but her had two copies of this will to deliver and it would be his livelyhood if he did not deliver them. He stepped inside but only on the edge of the room worried something might jump out at him or worse. His voice was shaky when he spoke again. <br><br>"Did....you know of a Captain Pell..Pellucid Joss?" the barrister asked hoping he had the right wizard. He would hate to put himself in such a difficult position for just any conjurer of tricks no matter how impressive those tricks were. There only tricks he thought to himself to try to calm his nerves as he waited for the question. The door closed on its own behind him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 12:57:40</strong>
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				At the Dublin administrative offices there was a great deal of urgency that had been put on fixing the Pellucid Joss issue. There were men of ill repute, powerful men who wanted the ship. Officer Brown took their money just like every other person in the office but was not fond of the city mob collecting on yet another piece of property. If he could find all six members mentioned in the will then he could say to the mobsters with great sadness that his hands were tied. <br><br>He had sent one of his lawyer to find three of the people on the list and then sent one of his investigators to find the other three, one of whom had no known address. Aaron Gale was that investigator and he was not too pleased. Running errands was not why he had wanted to become an investigator and trying to find some bondage freak was not his idea of a great case. He looked at the names on the list and decided to pick a name that had an address before trying to track down the other. <br><br>As he approached the home where Vivienne was known to live he saw a woman heading outside towards the hen house. He moved quickly through the mud laden street to reach her. <strong>"Ma'am....MA'AM.....is your name Vivienne perhaps?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 13:40:14</strong>
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				<strong>"Our fates once intertwined, myself and Pullucid Joss, as we flew through the heavens and drifted on the air. Come, tell me what his spirit wishes.”</strong><br><br>David made no move to welcome the barrister in or make him feel at ease. His reputation was built on his otherworldly appearance and demeanour, on the hushed whispers about whether he really practiced magic… whether he really had powers, whether he was a talented trickster or a true master of the occult. Part of that was his demeanour and attitude, the front he presented adding to his appeal. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 16:15:38</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1110188#msg1110188">Quote from: EmrysMindscape on 03-02-2009, 12:57:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As he approached the home where Vivienne was known to live he saw a woman heading outside towards the hen house. He moved quickly through the mud laden street to reach her. <strong>"Ma'am....MA'AM.....is your name Vivienne perhaps?" </strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Stopping in her tracks, basket slung onto her hip, Vivienne turned toward the voice, and shaded her eyes from the sun.&nbsp; The man was unknown to her, but didn't appear threatening, so she wasn't alarmed.</em><br><br>"Oui, I am Vivienne, and you are?"
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 23:52:04</strong>
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				Hema smiled and turned back to Fredricks.&nbsp; "You lovely man, you know I'm glad to hear anything you have to say."&nbsp; She set the tea in front of him, watching him toss the statue with an indulgent smile.&nbsp; "I like the men, they like me, and some of them are so generous, what can I say?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 13:21:41</strong>
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				OOC: I have a little family emergency to deal with I will post tonight or tomorrow morning. I am soooo sorry guys, 
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				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 02:28:06</strong>
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				Puck, a street kid from Dublin, was Fredricks Mabs apprentice. Fredircks found him trying to steal from folks at the train station. He liked the kid because he had attitude, deft hands and a really great singing voice. Puck liked Fredricks because he kept him well fed and told great stories. <br><br>When Fredricks had found out he was part owner of the ship he set about with a plan to get the crew back together. He was not sure where all of them had ended up but he knew where Alexa and Hema lived. So he found Puck, told him what to say and sent him off to Alexa house with a piece of silver. <br><br>Puck ran through the streets as quickly as he could and only got lost twice. Finally he found the house where Alexa was said to live. He made sure his bowler hat was on at the right angle in case Alexa was a cutie and then knocked on the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 02:48:15</strong>
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				Alexa was a beautiful women, all grace and sensual curves.&nbsp; Her fair skin and light blind hair gave her an otherworldly appearance that many said reminded them of an angel of light.&nbsp; Indeed she was like a rare white flower trapped in time, She was blessed with the gift of youthfulness, not looking a day over 18 even now when she was in her 26th year.&nbsp; Her small frame made men want to protect her, and her beauty made women hate her.&nbsp; She was in fact unaware of her good fortune, wishing that she had been born plainer, because most of the problems in her life had been caused by the way she looked.<br><br>Because she was no fool and knew the consequences of being an attractive women, living alone in a large bustling city, she carried around a small, but non the less deadly knife.&nbsp; This she fingered, its weight comforting in her pocket.&nbsp; Walking lightly to the door, she reaches out and grasps the knob, blade gripped in her other hand.&nbsp; When the door opened she's surprised to see a small urchin kid, bowler cocked sideways, standing outside her door.&nbsp; She didn't lessen her grip on the blade, knowing that this could be a trick.<br><br>"Hello young sir, how may I help you this evening?"&nbsp; She was sure this would be some kind of scam or trick, but she wasn't one to judge too quickly so she gave him a warm smile and tightened her robes opening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 02:51:13</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1110229#msg1110229">Quote from: consortium11 on 03-02-2009, 13:40:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Our fates once intertwined, myself and Pullucid Joss, as we flew through the heavens and drifted on the air. Come, tell me what his spirit wishes.”</strong><br><br>David made no move to welcome the barrister in or make him feel at ease. His reputation was built on his otherworldly appearance and demeanour, on the hushed whispers about whether he really practiced magic… whether he really had powers, whether he was a talented trickster or a true master of the occult. Part of that was his demeanour and attitude, the front he presented adding to his appeal. <br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The barrister did not move. He hovered at the door ready to make a quick escape if needed. He was finding this man less appealing now that he did not have the stage to seperate himself from his devilish ways. He fumbled with the papers that he had brought and had to take a deep breath. <br><strong><br>"I am sorry to inform you that Captain Joss passed aw....away just the other day. As it..ends up he left you and others members of the crew...the...well the ship and all that is inside. Now..I know the ship is currently g...grounded but once the war is done you will be free to do with it .....well do with it as you will." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 02:56:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1110396#msg1110396">Quote from: Aysleen on 03-02-2009, 16:15:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Stopping in her tracks, basket slung onto her hip, Vivienne turned toward the voice, and shaded her eyes from the sun.&nbsp; The man was unknown to her, but didn't appear threatening, so she wasn't alarmed.</em><br><br>"Oui, I am Vivienne, and you are?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Aaron had found himself stuck in the mud. He worked to pull himself out as he spoke. <strong>"Ma'am I am inspector Gale." He nearly tumbled as he got himself unstuck and then strode over to the woman. He smiled getting taken in by how stunning she was. "Don't worry your not in trouble, I am running an errand of sorts. May I talk? </strong><br><br>Aaron Gale couldn't help thinking that the captain was one lucky guy to have this woman on his crew. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 03:03:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1111170#msg1111170">Quote from: slavemarkira on 03-02-2009, 23:52:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hema smiled and turned back to Fredricks.&nbsp; "You lovely man, you know I'm glad to hear anything you have to say."&nbsp; She set the tea in front of him, watching him toss the statue with an indulgent smile.&nbsp; "I like the men, they like me, and some of them are so generous, what can I say?" <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Fredricks set the statue down and flopped down on one of the nice couches that filled the sitting room. He laughed lightly at Hema comment. He knew that she was use to a certain quality of life and once the ship was grounded she did what she had to do. They all had. Fredricks would have prefered to perform but found that he had to pass drinks instead. He would have loved not to get to know some of the men he was connected too but he too liked nice things. <br><br>"Oh you will like what I have to say...though I bring sad news. It seems our dear old captain has died, in a bar brawl I am told." &nbsp;Fredricks had been close to the captain at one time but the two men had drifted apart towards the end. So it did not break his heart to have Joss gone. On the contrary it was a chance for him to get away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 03:23:13</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1114237#msg1114237">Quote from: EmrysMindscape on 05-02-2009, 02:56:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aaron had found himself stuck in the mud. He worked to pull himself out as he spoke. <strong>"Ma'am I am inspector Gale." He nearly tumbled as he got himself unstuck and then strode over to the woman. He smiled getting taken in by how stunning she was. "Don't worry your not in trouble, I am running an errand of sorts. May I talk? </strong><br><br>Aaron Gale couldn't help thinking that the captain was one lucky guy to have this woman on his crew. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Vivienne took notice that that man seemed to be having a little difficulty with the mud, and was about to put down her egg basket when he seemed to free himself.<br><br>As he introduced himself she immediately stiffened, though there was nothing in the world she could think she might have done to warrant a meeting from the inspector.&nbsp; She relaxed visibly when he confirmed he wasn't there in a formal capacity.</em><br><br>"Oui, S'il te plaît?"<br><br><em>Swiping a quick hand across her forehead, Vivienne pushed back an errant strand of blond hair, and smiled.</em><br><br>"And what might your errand be?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 04:10:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1114231#msg1114231">Quote from: EmrysMindscape on 05-02-2009, 02:51:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The barrister did not move. He hovered at the door ready to make a quick escape if needed. He was finding this man less appealing now that he did not have the stage to seperate himself from his devilish ways. He fumbled with the papers that he had brought and had to take a deep breath. <br><strong><br>"I am sorry to inform you that Captain Joss passed aw....away just the other day. As it..ends up he left you and others members of the crew...the...well the ship and all that is inside. Now..I know the ship is currently g...grounded but once the war is done you will be free to do with it .....well do with it as you will." </strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"As I predicted, so it is come. Once more may his spirit escape this cage of flesh and travel the pathways of the sky, ascending into the heavens or tumbling down to hell. Leave those papers. Once more the darkness will escape these chains and soar again."</strong><br><br>The light from the candle seemed to dim, almost on cue, the already dark room barely visable now, only David's pale face able to be made out. It was a dismissal, that was clear.<br><br>David had established himself here. It was not a "bad life" as the commoners called it. But it was suffocating. David de Sabre, Lord of the Blackest Night, reduced to a social accessory, the latest "must have" for dinner parties, the person to twitter about and say you must go to see when he next has a show. All while shackled by the rules of society, rules that barred him from showing his full skills and abilities. He had no love for Joss, but he carried little love for anyone. He had a home on the Last Laugh, but he had paid for that with the crowds he drew. Still he had experienced a sense of fraternity he rarely found amung that crew, forced together as they drifted through the sky. Here he was a man there, but far more of a man apart here. The chance to escape these chains would not be one he'd give up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 05:18:31</strong>
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				"Hello young sir, how may I help you this evening?" <br><br>Puck was glad he had gotten his hat on right, this one was a looker. Of course most of the women Fredricks knew were pretty as angels. He as not sure how that man got to know so many pretty ladies seeing that he knew he was sweet on men as well. <br><br>"hullo madam. Yur lookin fine this evening, I was sent by my good pal Mista Mab on an erand of..." Puck tried to remember how Fredricks had put it. "an erand of grave importance. Figure I can come in for a spell, take off me hat." The boy grinned and hoped he had the right house. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 05:22:30</strong>
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				"And what might your errand be?" said the lady obviously relieved she was not in trouble. The police in this town had not been the greatest over this last year and he knew it. As the rebel government crumbled and the mobs took over it was getting harder and harder to be an honest officer of the law. <br><br><strong>"Well ma'am I am looking for a friend of yours and also I have some papers for you to have. It seems you are part owner of a ship called The Last Laugh."</strong> he said and thought of what a waste a ship must be in a city like this. The only ships that took to the air were the battered military ships belonging to the Irish. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 05:26:33</strong>
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				"As I predicted, so it is come. Once more may his spirit escape this cage of flesh and travel the pathways of the sky, ascending into the heavens or tumbling down to hell. Leave those papers. Once more the darkness will escape these chains and soar again."<br><br>The barrister was not sure how to take that. He could not tell if the man was happy or sad about the news. He was a hard man to read, the only thing he knew for sure was that he was odd. He felt his way to the darkness to get closer to the man. As he held out the papers his hand trembled. <br><br>"I have one mo...more message. Fredricks Mab..asked that you meet him at the Bangers and Hound late t...tonight. He is part owner of the ship as well." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 05:46:57</strong>
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				A gloved hand reached to take the papers, bringing them back into the darkness.<br><br><strong>"So it is said, so shall it be. The Bangers and Hound shall be the scene for our dance macabre. I thank you Sir, and wish you well upon your many journeys."</strong><br><br>The papers were raised to a pale face, eyes burning out to consider them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 06:04:06</strong>
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				"A ship...on the ocean?&nbsp; A ship?"<br><br><em>She moved her free hand in a wave like motion as if it were a boat on the water.</em><br><br>"But who would leave me a ship?&nbsp; And who are the other owners?"<br><br><em>Vivienne could make no sense of what the man was telling her.&nbsp; She understood the words, but the meaning was 'fou'...crazy.</em><br><br>"And my friend? Who is...?&nbsp; Is also part owner?"<br><br><em>Her accent was definitely French, but having lived in many places outside of France, she wasn't at all difficult to understand.&nbsp; Unless she forgot herself and reverted to French itself.</em><br><br>"Désolé...I am sorry...I do not weesh to be stupide, but I do not...understand."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 03:12:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1114636#msg1114636">Quote from: consortium11 on 05-02-2009, 05:46:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A gloved hand reached to take the papers, bringing them back into the darkness.<br><br><strong>"So it is said, so shall it be. The Bangers and Hound shall be the scene for our dance macabre. I thank you Sir, and wish you well upon your many journeys."</strong><br><br>The papers were raised to a pale face, eyes burning out to consider them.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The barrister nearly ran out of the room. He sort of half ran, half stumbled though the dark. He was just happy to be done with this part of the job. Hopefully the others would be less dreadful and scary as this man had been. He straightened his jacked once he was safe in the hall. He took a deep breath and made the sign of the cross. <br><br>The papers were pretty straightforward. The wizard was not the proud owner of 1/6th of a ship. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 03:18:32</strong>
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				"Désolé...I am sorry...I do not weesh to be stupide, but I do not...understand."<br><br>The inspector nodded. He was not sure he understood all of it as well. All he knew was that there was a ship called the Last Laugh that now belonged to her, but only part of it. This was not how these things were done most times but from what I hear the previous captain had gone a little crazy towards the end. Then there was this man named Bondage Bob who had no known address. The inspector tried again. <br><br>"You were part of the crew of an airship called The Last Laugh. The captain died the other day and left part of the ship to you. He left it to you and five others of your fellow crew. I was told to give you these papers, I hope they explain better than I do." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 05:10:00</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"hullo madam. Yur lookin fine this evening, I was sent by my good pal Mista Mab on an erand of...an erand of grave importance. Figure I can come in for a spell, take off me hat." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Alexa looks the boy over.&nbsp; It had been a good while since she had last seen Fredricks Mab, but she remembered him well;&nbsp; he was the sort of man no one could forget, and she had enjoyed some memorable moments in his acquaintance.&nbsp; Taking a step back she motions the boy into her small yet elegantly comfortable room.&nbsp; There was a little fire going, and since it was a cold night and she was more than sure that he would appreciate a little warmth.<br><br>"Well if your a friend of Mr. Mab than you are welcome here, would you like a cup of tea perhaps?"&nbsp; She didn't very much like the tea's one could usually find in any store, but instead mixed her own herbs for a very delicious and soothing tea.<br><br>"My name is Alexa Blocher, and you would be?"&nbsp; he seemed like a very bright boy, and she wondered how he had come to be acquainted with Fredricks.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 06:22:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1116841#msg1116841">Quote from: EmrysMindscape on 06-02-2009, 03:18:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You were part of the crew of an airship called The Last Laugh. The captain died the other day and left part of the ship to you. He left it to you and five others of your fellow crew. I was told to give you these papers, I hope they explain better than I do." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Understanding dawned on Vivienne, and she smiled.</em><br><br>"Oh oui!&nbsp; The Last Laugh."<br><br><em>It had been the airship!&nbsp; How could she have forgotten!</em><br><br>"Poor Monsieur Pellucid Joss."<br><br><em>Vivienne took the papers, and glanced at them, before looking back at the man.</em><br><br>"Again I'm am sorry, but while I do speak English well, I'm afraid I read French better.&nbsp; Do they say where I am to go, to...resolve this?"<br><br><em>What would she do as part owner of an airship, she wondered, as she also considered the other members of the crew, and who else might be an owner.</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 15:56:36</strong>
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				<br>"Well if your a friend of Mr. Mab than you are welcome here, would you like a cup of tea perhaps?"&nbsp; She didn't very much like the tea's one could usually find in any store, but instead mixed her own herbs for a very delicious and soothing tea.<br><br>"My name is Alexa Blocher, and you would be?"&nbsp; he seemed like a very bright boy, and she wondered how he had come to be acquainted with Fredricks.<br><br><br>Puck walked inside and eyed the fire greedily. It had been a cold evening and even though Fredricks paid him well Puck did not spend much of his money on warm clothes. Clothes did not rank high on an 11 year olds list of priorities, though he did give a good deal of coin for his hat. <br><br>"I would luv a spot of tea, the names Puck." he said as he gave a little bow and then flopped down on a chair near the fire. The heat wrapped around him like a warm blanket and only a couple places hurt to thaw out. "Its ummm a pleasure to meet you Lady Blotcher. Mabs talked about you before." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 16:02:42</strong>
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				<br><em>Vivienne took the papers, and glanced at them, before looking back at the man.</em><br><br>"Again I'm am sorry, but while I do speak English well, I'm afraid I read French better.&nbsp; Do they say where I am to go, to...resolve this?"<br><br><em>What would she do as part owner of an airship, she wondered, as she also considered the other members of the crew, and who else might be an owner.</em><br><br><br>The officer had no clear answer for the young lady. At around this same time the Barrister would be giving his first letter to Fredricks Mab. A man that the investigators had become increasingly aware of due to his connection with a couple of dangerous men. In truth he hoped this woman knew where he might find Bondage Bob. <br><br><strong>"Well um madam, I am not sure what resolving needs to be done. The airship belongs to all of you but is grounded at the moment due to this bloody war. I know that Fredricks Mab is one of the other folks who is getting it. I was hoping you might help me find another of your crew, do you know of a man named Bondage Bob."</strong> the investigator tried to seem as serious as possible but blushed as he worked the word bondage out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 05:01:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I would luv a spot of tea, the names Puck."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; <br><br>Smiling Alexa bustles over to the stove, thankfully she had already had a pot boiling on the stove when puck had knocked on her door.&nbsp; She poured some of the hat water into a tea pot, and allowed the tea to steep.&nbsp; <br><br>"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Puck"&nbsp; She smiles warmly, and carefully carried the tea as well as a few biscuits over to the tiny table by the fireplace.<br><br>"Feel free to help yourself to the refreshments Mr. Puck."&nbsp; Pouring tea,&nbsp; "How do you take your tea?"&nbsp; <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Its ummm a pleasure to meet you Lady Blotcher. Mabs talked about you before."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I hope that everything he's told you of me has been all good"&nbsp; She smiled again.<br><br><br>"And feel free to tell me what business Mr. mab's has sent you with, I will have to admit that I am quite curious.&nbsp; is the ban on flying out of the country lifted by chance?&nbsp; Is that why you are here?&nbsp; To inform me that we may leave now?"&nbsp; She hoped the ban was lifted, she wanted desperately to leave this country now, especially when your tied down by societies shackles that they call polite society.
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 05:21:55</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1120063#msg1120063">Quote from: EmrysMindscape on 07-02-2009, 16:02:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Well um madam, I am not sure what resolving needs to be done. The airship belongs to all of you but is grounded at the moment due to this bloody war. I know that Fredricks Mab is one of the other folks who is getting it. I was hoping you might help me find another of your crew, do you know of a man named Bondage Bob."</strong> <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong><br>"Bob?&nbsp; Oui!&nbsp; I think he's been working at a place called the Suckling Pig.&nbsp; I'm sorry I can't be sure, but I know I overheard someone at the place where I dance speak of him not more than a month ago."</strong><br><br>Still turning the papers over in her hand, Vivienne was finally getting excited at the idea of owning anything.&nbsp; If she could set out on her own, stop dancing for tips, and get away from Aunt Mary, she might eventually meet someone nice to settle down with, and open a place of her own...anything to no longer owe someone else for her home.<br><br><strong>" Merci Monsieur.&nbsp; It is very good news indeed.&nbsp; But before I look into this matter further, would you like some beans and ale?&nbsp; I wish I could offer you more, but it is what we have now."</strong><br><br>Aunt Mary might pitch a fit at Vivienne inviting anyone to supper, but Vivienne wouldn't need to worry anymore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 12:40:44</strong>
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				<br>"Feel free to help yourself to the refreshments Mr. Puck."&nbsp; Pouring tea,&nbsp; "How do you take your tea?"&nbsp; <br>"I hope that everything he's told you of me has been all good"&nbsp; She smiled again.<br><br><br>"And feel free to tell me what business Mr. mab's has sent you with, I will have to admit that I am quite curious.&nbsp; is the ban on flying out of the country lifted by chance?&nbsp; Is that why you are here?&nbsp; To inform me that we may leave now?"&nbsp; She hoped the ban was lifted, she wanted desperately to leave this country now, especially when your tied down by societies shackles that they call polite society.<br><br>Puck tried not to let his hunger betrayed him and tried his best to "politely" grab himself a treat. "Sugar please," he said with a mouth full of food. He worked his way through his first treat wishing that every job he did for Mab involved pretty girls and food. Once he was done he took a moment to remember all that Mab had said. <br><br>"He wanted you to know, your old captain croaked a few nights pass. He got poisoned by a lover is what I heard. Anyways the ship now belongs to all of ya now. Hes got some ideas abouts getting out of town and wants you to meet him at Bangers and Hounds. Tonight. If you need an escort I will gladly do so." he said taking another treat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 12:44:40</strong>
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				" Merci Monsieur.&nbsp; It is very good news indeed.&nbsp; But before I look into this matter further, would you like some beans and ale?&nbsp; I wish I could offer you more, but it is what we have now."<br><br>Aunt Mary might pitch a fit at Vivienne inviting anyone to supper, but Vivienne wouldn't need to worry anymore.<br><br>The investigator had two other names on his list, he knew he had more errands to run. Still this was a very pretty woman asking him inside. He would hate himself forever if he did not take the chance. He agreed to some ale and the two of them headed inside. His comrads would not believe that he got to even share the same table with a dancer from the Last Laugh. Around the office the ship had the reputation of being filled with women of liesure (which was only partly true) and as the investigator watched the woman's body walk back into the ship. His mind started to wander about what her job on the ship was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 18:04:12</strong>
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				Vivienne smiled at the man, and waved him back toward the house from where she had just come.&nbsp; The chickens would wait, and so would Aunt Mary.&nbsp; Vivienne had plans to make and should her aunt return from her errands early, having Monsieur Gale there might help distract the old woman long enough for Vivienne to make her departure.&nbsp; Now that she knew what might lay in store for her, she had no time to lose.<br><br>Once they entered the cottage, Vivienne settled the Inspector at the table, across from a warm fire.&nbsp; A healthy mug of cold ale, a generous portion of beans with a nice piece of ham, and a chunk of warm bread were set before him.&nbsp; A small dollop of fresh butter, and what was left of the jam also placed on the table.<br><br><strong>"Monsieur Gale?&nbsp; When you have eaten your fill, if you would be kind enough to come upstairs and help me bring my trunk down, I'd...be most appreciative."<br></strong><br>Her gaze conveyed just HOW appreciative she'd be, and doubted the man would misunderstand.&nbsp; <br><br>Though she was in fact NOT a harlot, but a true dancer of good reputation, Vivienne had on occasion thanked one or two of her benefactors as graciously as she had been able.&nbsp; Though still a virgin, she'd learned many ways to please a man that did not involve them thrusting between her legs.&nbsp; Her discretion, and that of the men she kept company with, had protected her name, and also given her a small sense of mystery among those who enjoyed her performances, and through word of mouth that mystery had spread.&nbsp; This brought in a decent number of men to the pub wanting to see Vivienne's performances for themselves, as well as lead them to seek the validity of the mystery.&nbsp; It had been rumored that an hour with Vivienne was equal to a night with the highest paid courtesan.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 04:21:51</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Sugar please," </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Adding two generous spoonfuls of sugar to His tea and hers, she watches as the young boy eats his fill of food.&nbsp; He did in fact have the look of a boy with a perpetual hunger, and she wondered&nbsp; how much he got to eat on a regular basis.&nbsp; She was a sucker for helping those less fortunate than her, even when she was at her most desperate she would starve to feed the poor children that littered the gutters of this damned country.<br><br>Deciding that she would fill Pucks belly for the night, she walks over to her small kitchen and starts grabing a plate from the bottom cabinet to fill with meat pies.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"He wanted you to know, your old captain croaked a few nights pass. He got poisoned by a lover is what I heard. Anyways the ship now belongs to all of ya now. Hes got some ideas abouts getting out of town and wants you to meet him at Bangers and Hounds. Tonight. If you need an escort I will gladly do so."&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>She pauses in her actions, her back to Puck.&nbsp; She couldn't believe that Pellucid was dead, he had been instrumental in her life, first by rescuing her, than accepting him into his crew, and than introducing her to her mentor jacob lessinger.&nbsp; If it hadn't been for Pellucid...well who knows what would have become of her.&nbsp; An image of herself with a dozen children and a boring husband came into her mind and she had to shake herself free to banish it from her mind.&nbsp; an awkward silence had filled the flat after Pucks news, it had lasted a moment, and than it was over, she continues to fill the plate with food.&nbsp; <br><br>"The Bangers and Hounds?"&nbsp; The name left little to admire, but if that was where she must go than go she must.<br><br>She wondered what he meant by 'all of you' Images of the Last Laughs crew came into her mind, and she wondered who else in the crew had been left the air ship.<br><br>"Alright, if your up to escorting me than I would welcome the company."&nbsp; Grinning.<br><br>"And until than would you like more to eat?&nbsp; I can pack some food up for you if you have any younger siblings that are hungry...or if you think you'll be hungry later."&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 05:15:04</strong>
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				<strong>"Monsieur Gale?&nbsp; When you have eaten your fill, if you would be kind enough to come upstairs and help me bring my trunk down, I'd...be most appreciative."<br></strong><br>The investigator ate quickly because he had picked up on the hint that there might be something waiting for him upstairs. He quietly slipped his wedding ring away and took a deep breath. In the morning this job had seemed to be a pain in the ass but now things were looking up. He checked his shirt to make sure it was clean and then he came upstairs. He knocked on the door that he thought might belong to the woman and tried on his best winning smile. "Ummm...here to help madam." he said through the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 05:29:26</strong>
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				As soon as Vivienne had left the Inspector to his meal she had scurried upstairs and packed her trunk.&nbsp; Even with all her possessions the trunks weight was mainly in its own creation of wood, leather, and brass.&nbsp; The few elaborate outfits she'd created for dancing, a couple skirts and blouses to wear as she was now, for doing chores, and going to market, sleeping shirts, and one very fine dress she wore to dinner with the occasional gentleman, and that comprised the bulk of her worldly goods.&nbsp; A photo of her parents, and grandmere, a book or two, and that was that.<br><br>The knock at the door came just as she was straightening the room, and placing the note she'd written to her Aunt Mary, thanking her for taking her in, but letting her know it was time Vivienne moved on.&nbsp; No mention of the airship was made.&nbsp; What Aunt Mary didn't know was to Vivienne's benefit.<br><br><strong>"Oui! Monsieur Gale! I hope your meal was satisfying?&nbsp; Please, come in, and have a seat."</strong><br><br>Vivienne motioned the man toward the end of the bed, and smiled.<br><strong><br>"You have been the bearer of wonderful news, and I feel it only fair that I repay you.&nbsp; I've only a few quid to my name, and will<br>need those to get me to where I am going, but I should like to thank you...personally."<br></strong><br>That the Inspector had come upstairs told Vivienne that he was open to her special means of thanking him, and without further ado she moved to kneel between his legs, his pants opened, and pulled down around his ankles in less than a blink of his eyes.&nbsp; Her hands softly stroked his thighs, and bent her head to take his manhood into her mouth.&nbsp; Having performed this act many times in the past several years, Vivienne was very adept, and soon would have the man full to bursting from her attentions.<br><br>Her lips, her tongue, her teeth, all worked to create a pleasure deep inside the man's groin, that unless he was a regular fop, he would be finding his release in no time at all.&nbsp; But Vivienne didn't rush.&nbsp; She took her time letting the man's length slide down her throat, to be pulled out slowly as her tongue swabbed all over the growing stalk.&nbsp; Her moans of delight as he seemed to enjoy what she was doing, spurred her own with even more fervor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 02:50:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1609032#msg1609032">Quote from: Aysleen on 10-02-2009, 05:29:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As soon as Vivienne had left the Inspector to his meal she had scurried upstairs and packed her trunk.&nbsp; Even with all her possessions the trunks weight was mainly in its own creation of wood, leather, and brass.&nbsp; The few elaborate outfits she'd created for dancing, a couple skirts and blouses to wear as she was now, for doing chores, and going to market, sleeping shirts, and one very fine dress she wore to dinner with the occasional gentleman, and that comprised the bulk of her worldly goods.&nbsp; A photo of her parents, and grandmere, a book or two, and that was that.<br><br>The knock at the door came just as she was straightening the room, and placing the note she'd written to her Aunt Mary, thanking her for taking her in, but letting her know it was time Vivienne moved on.&nbsp; No mention of the airship was made.&nbsp; What Aunt Mary didn't know was to Vivienne's benefit.<br><br><strong>"Oui! Monsieur Gale! I hope your meal was satisfying?&nbsp; Please, come in, and have a seat."</strong><br><br>Vivienne motioned the man toward the end of the bed, and smiled.<br><strong><br>"You have been the bearer of wonderful news, and I feel it only fair that I repay you.&nbsp; I've only a few quid to my name, and will<br>need those to get me to where I am going, but I should like to thank you...personally."<br></strong><br>That the Inspector had come upstairs told Vivienne that he was open to her special means of thanking him, and without further ado she moved to kneel between his legs, his pants opened, and pulled down around his ankles in less than a blink of his eyes.&nbsp; Her hands softly stroked his thighs, and bent her head to take his manhood into her mouth.&nbsp; Having performed this act many times in the past several years, Vivienne was very adept, and soon would have the man full to bursting from her attentions.<br><br>Her lips, her tongue, her teeth, all worked to create a pleasure deep inside the man's groin, that unless he was a regular fop, he would be finding his release in no time at all.&nbsp; But Vivienne didn't rush.&nbsp; She took her time letting the man's length slide down her throat, to be pulled out slowly as her tongue swabbed all over the growing stalk.&nbsp; Her moans of delight as he seemed to enjoy what she was doing, spurred her own with even more fervor.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The investigator was too surprised to stop her. She moved so graceful and with such determination, how could he say no. What man could say no. Soon enough his pants were down at his ankles and he was having such a rush of arousal that his head felt like it was spinning. He had not even had a woman do this to him since before he was married. He felt the need to release but fought hard against it. He wanted to enjoy every moment of this and what ever might come after it. <br><br>If this were the kind of antics one could expect on the Last Laugh than the investigator promised to make it to a show someday. Though the thought soon left him as all his brain seemed to be able to handle was pleasure at the moment. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 02:54:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1608876#msg1608876">Quote from: undisclosedtoyou on 10-02-2009, 04:21:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><br>"The Bangers and Hounds?"&nbsp; The name left little to admire, but if that was where she must go than go she must.<br><br>She wondered what he meant by 'all of you' Images of the Last Laughs crew came into her mind, and she wondered who else in the crew had been left the air ship.<br><br>"Alright, if your up to escorting me than I would welcome the company."&nbsp; Grinning.<br><br>"And until than would you like more to eat?&nbsp; I can pack some food up for you if you have any younger siblings that are hungry...or if you think you'll be hungry later."&nbsp; <br><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The boy was too focused on his second treat to really fully listen to the woman but she seem pleased. He did hear the part about escorting her and he nodded with a mouth full of food. He waited until he swallowed to talk (Mab had taught him some manners.) "Of course madam, I will take yew there and scare off any of the riff raff." he then made sure his hat was on right and smiled. <br><br>He didn't have any siblings that he knew of but some food sounded good. He had money for food but he had gambled it all away. "Yes madam, I would love more to eat thank you. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 03:03:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Walking over to the kitchen Alexa packs away a few sandwiches, wrapping them in a nice neat white cloth.<br><br>"very well than, shall we leave once I am finished putting together some food for you, and after I get..properly dressed?"&nbsp; She looks down at herself, garbed only in her dressing gown and slippers.&nbsp; Once she had wrapped up not only the sandwiches, but some apples and a piece of some sweet plum cake, she walks over to the fire to keep the flame going, before leaving the room to dress.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 03:27:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1611012#msg1611012">Quote from: EmrysMindscape on 11-02-2009, 02:50:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The investigator was too surprised to stop her. She moved so graceful and with such determination, how could he say no. What man could say no. Soon enough his pants were down at his ankles and he was having such a rush of arousal that his head felt like it was spinning. He had not even had a woman do this to him since before he was married. He felt the need to release but fought hard against it. He wanted to enjoy every moment of this and what ever might come after it. <br><br>If this were the kind of antics one could expect on the Last Laugh than the investigator promised to make it to a show someday. Though the thought soon left him as all his brain seemed to be able to handle was pleasure at the moment. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Vivienne couldn't be happier that the Inspector appeared happy with her affections,and continued to administer her oral skills.&nbsp; Having to guard what little money she had been able to obtain, and being extra frugal to hang onto her meager coins, it became necessary to find other ways of saying 'merci'.&nbsp; It was her nature to show her appreciation for things men did for her, and she was perfectly delighted to do so in this way.&nbsp; She never expected any affection in return, and for that it had been easy for her to retain her innocence.<br><br>Expecting the Inspector to be nearing his release, Vivienne picked up the pace, and force of her tongue and lips, and focused solely on giving the man as much pleasure as he could withstand. One day she hoped to use her skills in the act of achieving her own pleasure, in combination with the ministrations of a man she loved.&nbsp; But until that time came, she would give this much of herself to those she liked, and felt gratitude for, and hoped it was enough.<br><br>Sucking with extra force, Vivienne's eyes looked up to meet with the Inspector's.&nbsp; She smiled, and hoped he knew she was ready for him to find his release, and that she would be honored to accept as much as he had to give.&nbsp; She would not stop feasting on his manhood until it was again limp and spent.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 15:42:58</strong>
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				Hema frowned, and sat down again on the couch.&nbsp; She'd liked the captain but honestly she'd never known him all that well.&nbsp; She'd always been grateful for him letting her into the company.&nbsp; "That's sad news.&nbsp; How did you happen to hear of it?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 05:17:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1611043#msg1611043">Quote from: undisclosedtoyou on 11-02-2009, 03:03:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Walking over to the kitchen Alexa packs away a few sandwiches, wrapping them in a nice neat white cloth.<br><br>"very well than, shall we leave once I am finished putting together some food for you, and after I get..properly dressed?"&nbsp; She looks down at herself, garbed only in her dressing gown and slippers.&nbsp; Once she had wrapped up not only the sandwiches, but some apples and a piece of some sweet plum cake, she walks over to the fire to keep the flame going, before leaving the room to dress.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Puck ate all the food with greedy delight. He only started to slow down about half way through his meal. By the end he felt very full indeed and warmed by the fire. He liked this woman, she was kind like the nuns were but a whole lot prettier. He wondered if Mab would end up bedding this one as well. He always seemed to have a new friend with him every time he had a job for young Puck. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 05:20:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1611083#msg1611083">Quote from: Aysleen on 11-02-2009, 03:27:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>Expecting the Inspector to be nearing his release, Vivienne picked up the pace, and force of her tongue and lips, and focused solely on giving the man as much pleasure as he could withstand. One day she hoped to use her skills in the act of achieving her own pleasure, in combination with the ministrations of a man she loved.&nbsp; But until that time came, she would give this much of herself to those she liked, and felt gratitude for, and hoped it was enough.<br><br>Sucking with extra force, Vivienne's eyes looked up to meet with the Inspector's.&nbsp; She smiled, and hoped he knew she was ready for him to find his release, and that she would be honored to accept as much as he had to give.&nbsp; She would not stop feasting on his manhood until it was again limp and spent.<br><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The inspector was caught up in pure bliss. He had never experienced arrousal like this and sadly would chase the feeling for the rest of his days. He hung on to his release trying to make it last for as long as possible. He would of lasted longer if not for locking eyes with the woman who performed this act on him. He could not contain himself once he looked in those eyes. He let out a deep groan and gripped the bed. He then released and his body shook with this release. It was one that was a long time coming. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 05:22:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1612054#msg1612054">Quote from: slavemarkira on 11-02-2009, 15:42:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hema frowned, and sat down again on the couch.&nbsp; She'd liked the captain but honestly she'd never known him all that well.&nbsp; She'd always been grateful for him letting her into the company.&nbsp; "That's sad news.&nbsp; How did you happen to hear of it?"&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mab was touched by her emotion but his smile did not fade. "Well dear it seems I beat the barrister, as I hoped too. It seems that Captain Joss left the ship to six of his crew and you were one of them. As of course was I. So it appears we are partners now." there was a twinkle in his eye that suggested he was up to no good. He looked like the cat that ate the canary. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 05:37:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexa stood in front of her full length mirror completely naked.&nbsp; She was not vein mind you, but rather, she liked looking at herself in such a natural and beautiful state.&nbsp; It made her feel young again, almost like when she was in the air.&nbsp; Sighing she turns to her Wardrobe and tries to find something which would set off her beauty, yet not draw undue attention.&nbsp; Finally deciding on a deep emerald purple gown, which would be dark enough to allow her safe travel, and pretty enough to make her look beautiful.<br><br>When she was finally dressed, and her hair was appropriately pinned up, she dons her cloak and hat and turns down the light. Leaving the room she slips some money, and directions for what would be done with her possessions, inside a small envelope, and lays it down on a dressing table near her bed.&nbsp; Taking a hold of a rather shabby looking carpet bag, she walks back into her main room and the awaiting Puck.&nbsp; <br>Slipping her gloves on she turns to puck and smiles.&nbsp; <br><br>"Shall we leave than, the sooner we get on our way, the sooner we will make it to our destination." <br><br>She had a feeling that she wouldn't be coming back here so she had taken only some clothes, toiletries, her most valuable possessions, which didn't come to a lot, and the little money that she had been able to save throughout her stay in this country, (which did come out to quit a lot.)&nbsp; Everything else would be settled by a friend of hers, Mrs. loadlow, her landlady and confidant.&nbsp; So she was free to leave without feeling any twinge of regret.<br><br>She walks over to the door and opens it, holding our her hand for the young Puck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 06:00:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1613835#msg1613835">Quote from: EmrysMindscape on 12-02-2009, 05:20:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The inspector was caught up in pure bliss. He had never experienced arrousal like this and sadly would chase the feeling for the rest of his days. He hung on to his release trying to make it last for as long as possible. He would of lasted longer if not for locking eyes with the woman who performed this act on him. He could not contain himself once he looked in those eyes. He let out a deep groan and gripped the bed. He then released and his body shook with this release. It was one that was a long time coming. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Swallowing quickly, still sucking as the Inspector's seed filled her mouth, Vivienne's throat continued to work until the man was dry, and limp.&nbsp; Pulling off him, she stayed him with one finger held up, and went to the sink in the bath off her room.&nbsp; Wetting a warm cloth, the girl returned to the man's lap, knelt, and proceeded to bathe him with the tenderness of a lover.<br><br><strong>"Monsieur Gale, you do my heart good to allow me to pleasure you so.&nbsp; It is wonderful news you bring me, it is only right I repay your kindness. <br><br>There, I think that should do..."&nbsp;</strong> Humming softly Vivienne cleaned the man up, and handed him his trousers, giving him a look of innocence and gratitude.&nbsp; Many would not understand how Vivienne could still retain her innocence when she attended to men in such a fashion, but until she fell in love and acted out of that love, her ministrations were completely born from the generosity of her heart, and not truly at all sexual.<br><br>Again she gave her room one last look, straightened her hair, patted her face clean, and waited for the man to take her trunk downstairs.&nbsp; There was a livery next door who would be happy to take Vivienne into town where she could arrange passage to the position of the ship.&nbsp; Ready to begin her life anew again, Vivienne hoped to reach her destination before nightfall on the following day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 06:10:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hema looked surprised.&nbsp; "Partners?"&nbsp; She had to blink a bit.&nbsp; "We are part owners of the airship."&nbsp; She was trying to wrap her mind around the implications.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then she noticed the grin on Mab's face.&nbsp; "You have something in mind.&nbsp; Some scheme, no doubt."&nbsp; She had to smile back.&nbsp; She couldn't help being charmed by Mab.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was one of the most maddeningly charming men she'd ever met, and he'd never yet tried to bed her.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 16:31:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1613894#msg1613894">Quote from: undisclosedtoyou on 12-02-2009, 05:37:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Alexa stood in front of her full length mirror completely naked.&nbsp; She was not vein mind you, but rather, she liked looking at herself in such a natural and beautiful state.&nbsp; It made her feel young again, almost like when she was in the air.&nbsp; Sighing she turns to her Wardrobe and tries to find something which would set off her beauty, yet not draw undue attention.&nbsp; Finally deciding on a deep emerald purple gown, which would be dark enough to allow her safe travel, and pretty enough to make her look beautiful.<br><br>When she was finally dressed, and her hair was appropriately pinned up, she dons her cloak and hat and turns down the light. Leaving the room she slips some money, and directions for what would be done with her possessions, inside a small envelope, and lays it down on a dressing table near her bed.&nbsp; Taking a hold of a rather shabby looking carpet bag, she walks back into her main room and the awaiting Puck.&nbsp; <br>Slipping her gloves on she turns to puck and smiles.&nbsp; <br><br>"Shall we leave than, the sooner we get on our way, the sooner we will make it to our destination." <br><br>She had a feeling that she wouldn't be coming back here so she had taken only some clothes, toiletries, her most valuable possessions, which didn't come to a lot, and the little money that she had been able to save throughout her stay in this country, (which did come out to quit a lot.)&nbsp; Everything else would be settled by a friend of hers, Mrs. loadlow, her landlady and confidant.&nbsp; So she was free to leave without feeling any twinge of regret.<br><br>She walks over to the door and opens it, holding our her hand for the young Puck.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Puck at first resisted the urge to take the hand offered to him. This woman seemed too motherly and he was no little kid. Still he could not resist the urge and took her hand. He smiled warmly and left the apartment with her. If anyone gave him trouble for holding hands with a girl he would tell them he was an escort. He was after all leading her through the rough part of time to the Club Bangers and Hound <br><br>(OOC: For the sake of getting everyone together I am going to start a post at Bangers and Hounds) 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 16:35:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=29334.msg1613990#msg1613990">Quote from: Aysleen on 12-02-2009, 06:00:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>There, I think that should do..."&nbsp;[/b] Humming softly Vivienne cleaned the man up, and handed him his trousers, giving him a look of innocence and gratitude.&nbsp; Many would not understand how Vivienne could still retain her innocence when she attended to men in such a fashion, but until she fell in love and acted out of that love, her ministrations were completely born from the generosity of her heart, and not truly at all sexual.<br><br>Again she gave her room one last look, straightened her hair, patted her face clean, and waited for the man to take her trunk downstairs.&nbsp; There was a livery next door who would be happy to take Vivienne into town where she could arrange passage to the position of the ship.&nbsp; Ready to begin her life anew again, Vivienne hoped to reach her destination before nightfall on the following day.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The investigator stood for a moment in stunned silence. Then he put his pants back, the weight of his wedding ring feeling quiet heavy indeed. He remembered the club the woman had mentioned and tried to focus on the job at hand. He had two other people to inform of their new fortune. He assumed that the rest would not be nearly as interesting. <br><br>He took the trunk downstairs and then looked up at her. "Ummm...thank you madam, and good luck" <br><br>(head to Bangers and Hound) 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 16:39:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Hema looked surprised.&nbsp; "Partners?"&nbsp; She had to blink a bit.&nbsp; "We are part owners of the airship."&nbsp; She was trying to wrap her mind around the implications.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then she noticed the grin on Mab's face.&nbsp; "You have something in mind.&nbsp; Some scheme, no doubt."&nbsp; She had to smile back.&nbsp; She couldn't help being charmed by Mab.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was one of the most maddeningly charming men she'd ever met, and he'd never yet tried to bed her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes we are part owners with the magician, bondage bob, Vivienne, and Alexa. All of whom are going to meet me at the Bangers and Hound to hear of my scheme I have if I have any." He said as he moved closer to her and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "Our days in this city are ending, trust me." <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 18:39:26</strong>
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				Hema's smile widened as Mab kissed her cheek.&nbsp; "I'm glad.&nbsp; This city is a dirty little place.&nbsp; Give me a moment to dress and I will come with you." <br><br>She headed towards her bedroom, tossing off her robe and pulling on clothes as quickly as she could.&nbsp; She didn't bother with the corsetry and other heavy garments, just settling for the gown she could put on the quickest.&nbsp; She had a number of psuedo-eastern garments that lended themselves to her stage persona.&nbsp; They set her apart from the drab and properly dressed matrons of Dublin.&nbsp; She pulled her hair up and held it in place with jeweled combs.&nbsp; It took her only a few minutes and she emerged.&nbsp; "May I take your arm?"&nbsp; She said to Mab. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: LAST WILL AND TESTEMENT </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 12:41:31</strong>
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				Mab waited while she dressed looking over the place she had called home for at least a little while. He smiled as he wandered and then was taken aback again by Hema's grace. "Of course dear, of course. What are arms for if you are a man but to have a stunning woman taken them." <br><br>With that they headed out of the nice part of town and towards the Bangers and Hounds
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