THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS
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				Title: <strong>THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 16:46:08</strong>
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				Bangers and Hounds, was a shabby pub in a terrible part of town. Its lights were dim, its ale tasted like piss and the only thing that was tasty on the menu were the sausage. No tourist knew of this place and most of the locals avoided it. In fact it was empty most of the time aside from Len, the owner who worked the bar. <br><br>The way the place stayed in town was that it was a meet and greet for criminals. With the mob bosses gaining more and more power in this city, they all knew that they needed some sort of neutral ground. That was where this dirty bar came into the picture. This is where Fredricks Mab worked and picked up jobs from nefarious sorts. It was not the kind of jobs that weighed too heavy on his soul. Mostly he took a package across town or some other thing. <br><br>On this night the bar was nearly empty. Len was chatting with One Eye O'Leary, one of the old time criminals and two of Rourk's boys sat at a table in one corner plotting quietly. <br><br>It was this place where Mab intended for them to meet, to plot and if all went well meet a very connected man. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 18:14:31</strong>
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				Someone had once told him that a horse and carriage was outdated in this modern age of steam. That it was a relic, a leftover, the refuse of the bygone age. That with the advent of steam power, of mass production, of flight, that a horse and carriage was on the wrong side of history. He did not disagree. The horse and carriage was a relic, a leftover, the refuse of a bygone age. It was for all these reasons he chose it as his form of transport, why it hurtled down the cobbled streets.<br><br>The horses were tall, 17 hands each, ferocious beasts, their hue pitch black, burning flaming eyes as their iron-shod hooves caused sparks to fly. The half-dozen pulled a carriage, a Berline style Coach, it’s colour just as dark as the beasts that pulled it, ornate shapes carved into the woodwork, scenes of fantasy and horror, weird twisting shapes that seemed to draw the eye but dismiss it, your sight slipping and sliding unable to quite focus. Dark, net curtains prevented any from seeing the occupants from the outside, smoke wreathing the carriage adding to the mysterious aura that issued from it. Perched atop sat a man in a cloak, blending into the carriage itself, almost unmoving until with a sudden snap a whip would lash out to urge the horses forwards.<br><br>It was half deception of course. Any who enter this game must be aware of that. It is about what is seen, what is unseen, controlling both, making ideas form in others heads, maintaining an image, a disguise. The smoke was not smoke but steam, issued through from the boiler hidden to the rear of the carriage, undetectable to the naked eye from outside, the boiler lessening the strain on the horses. The boiler provided the heating for the carriage and the steam came out to aid the suspension. It did not serve the image of the mysterious black magician to spend every journey being bumped and jolted like a sack of potatoes.<br><br>The carriage came to a stop outside the Bangers and Hounds, infamous haunt of those whose reputations matched the blackness of the carriage. The door swung open by itself and David de Sabre, dressed in full stage outfit, dark formal dress, black cloak billowing, white mask obscuring half his face, a cane with ornate gold top twirled in his hands before it tip-tap-tipped it’s way forward, it’s sound echoing it’s masters movements. The carriage moved onwards once it’s passenger disembarked , pushing onwards into the distance.<br><br>As seems to happen every time David de Sabre encountered a door, it seemed to move on its own volition as he passed the threshold and entered the Bangers and Hounds. Eyes fell upon him and moved away… de Sabre had come to this place before and his celebrity fell more within the chattering classes then those who dwelt in these parts. He swept his way to an empty table in the corner, eyes flickering over those who already populated this place, a gesture and a word and a bottle of red wine and glasses came forth. A gloved hand clasped the glass, a sip of the wine… far from vintage from just about acceptable as the Lord of Blackest Night settled in to wait for those he had once owned the sky with and now were his partners in the Last Laugh.
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				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 18:59:11</strong>
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				The interesting thing about keeping a low profile, is that when someone started looking for you, they had to ask a lot of questions. And when people started to ask about 'Bondage Bob' it struck a chord in the underground and it spread. And when two rumors revolve around the same topic, they eventually collide. It isn't always true. The governor's affairs and the rise in rates of young women being murdered, doesn't mean the governor is killing them. However, he will be accused.<br><br>This is how Bob ended up out of his cell and at the Bangers and Hounds. His story collide with the search for Bondage Bob, and somehow the story got back to him. The way the grapevine works he had shown up thinking he might find someone taking up his mantle. He did not expect that he would run into his old pals from the Last Laugh.
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				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 19:32:01</strong>
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				By the time Vivienne arrived at her destination, it was dark and growing colder.&nbsp; The coat she wore over her form fitted, and low cut blouse wasn't much protection, but at least her skirt was wool, and kept her lower half semi warm.&nbsp; She feared once she removed her coat inside, her body would surely show signs of just how cold she was.&nbsp; Perhaps once things with the Last Laugh were resolved she might have a little coin to buy some new clothes, but sitting in the carriage wasn't going to give her that information, so she departed.&nbsp; The driver carried her trunk inside, and set it behind the door.&nbsp; Once she paid him he left quickly and gave the Bangers and Hounds not so much as a backward glance.<br><br>She would have loved being able to take a private car for her trip, but money was tight, and her journey into the unknown world of air ship owner didn't come along with guarantees of gold.<br><br>Stepping into the dim pub, Vivienne glanced about and noticed two men from her life on the Last Laugh.&nbsp; Obviously Inspector Gale had found Bondage Bob, as she could see he was in attendance already.&nbsp; Her eyes skimmed his presence and noticed he hadn't changed much at all from their earlier days together.&nbsp; <br><br>And then there was Monsieur de Sabre as well...a man Vivienne had always found very easy on the eyes, but too intimidating to get close to.&nbsp; From what she could see of him now, he hadn't changed much either.&nbsp; <br><br>She wondered if the last ten years, when she had blossomed from a young girl into a woman would show before these men any differently, or if they would still see her as a bit of a pest underfoot.&nbsp; No matter, in the matter of the Last Laugh, she was now their equal and that did a lot to help her move forward into the tavern.<br><br>No one else in the establishment looked at all familiar, so she assumed no one else had arrived yet.&nbsp; She nodded a greeting to the two men, then approached the bar.&nbsp; Unless she was invited to join one or the other, she would remain at the bar, back in the corner where she could also see anyone else who entered.&nbsp; An order of sausage, and a glass of port was ordered, the port being an extravagance she wasn't at all accustomed to, but one she felt was in order on this auspicious evening.<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 19:57:38</strong>
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				Time had been kind to him, letting him keep his looks, energy and overall fitness. But time had been more then kind to Vivienne. Bob had just noticed David entering, and decided to give him a moment to settle before approaching. Mostly this decision came from an overwhelming need to speak with Vivienne. Altho, he did not immediately realize it was her. Ten years made little difference 26-36, but made all the difference in the word 15-25.<br><br>"Good morrow miss. It's certainly a bitter cold out there. What say you let me buy you a drink, and we discuss the warmer things in life. A summers day, a lovers embrace, the passions of lust an..." A gleam of realization crossed his eyes and he was suddenly unsure of himself. "Viv?"
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				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 20:16:22</strong>
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				She had been sitting on her stool trying to recall all the people she'd known on the Last Laugh, and wondering if they would all show up tonight.&nbsp; Though she had lived with these people, due to circumstances some she grew to know better than others.&nbsp; Then too there was the ten years that now separated them all...how might that have changed them?<br><br>Seeing it was Bob and not David, Vivienne relaxed when the man approached.&nbsp; Though she had been young, and unable to discern certain things in life back then, she now understood a little better why she could talk to Bob, and would still probably stutter with Monsieur de Sabre.<br><br>Smiling warmly she decided by his line that perhaps Bob hadn't recognized her upon her entrance.&nbsp; It wasn't unexpected so she didn't make a big deal of it, but nodded when he finally did seem to catch on.<br><br><strong>"Oui!&nbsp; It is me, Vivienne."&nbsp;</strong> Sliding off her stool, Vivienne hugged Bob in an enthusiastic embrace before jumping back up onto her stool.&nbsp; <strong>"I see Monsieur Gale found you!&nbsp; I'm so very glad.&nbsp; I hear we are to be partners?"</strong><br><br>With strangers it might take the young woman hours to say more than three words, but with someone she had known almost half her life, she was full of words.&nbsp; Though they hadn't seen each other in a very long time, he still seemed like a dear friend to Vivienne, and hoped his memories of her were equally nice.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 20:17:05</strong>
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				David’s eyes ran over the occupants of the Bangers and Hounds as the new arrivals came. First Robert Buchanen, “Bondage Bob”… a man who’s ability to escape any restraint was seemingly kneecapped by his preference to remain tied up and be abused by any and all who attended. Mayhaps he was actually a gifted escape artist or maybe he was merely a con-man with a great demeanor and confidence in his skills. David didn’t mind which one was true… in some ways the latter appealed more to him and his deceptive ways. The 10 years that had seperated their last meetings had been kind on him… he looked older, but by no means old… more distinguished is probably the term. The man had always been friendly, even if the sentiment was not always returned. Despite himself David found himself glad the man was still alive and here to rejoin the crew… at least, he assumed he was here to rejoin the crew.<br><br>The second member to walk in had definitely changed over the past decade. When David had last seen Vivienne she had been a small slip of a girl, a 15 year old just reaching her first blooms of womanhood. Now, she must be 25… 26 maybe, and had fully hit that bloom. She was tall, lithe and with a shape that many dancers seemed to lose. She seemed to have grown, not just in body but in demeanor, a confidence that was once reserved only for when she hit the stage now in her every movement. David thought he may have been her teen crush which was a strangely gratifying thought, although his very nature had always kept him apart from most of the crew. That said, as much as he enjoyed his privacy and the air of mystery he kept around him, he was curious as to what she had been up to all these years. He called out, raising a glass of red wine in welcome, his voice powerful and cultured.<br><br><strong>“My lady Vivienne, Bob, please… come join me. Tell me how you have spent these long years apart and how our destinies and seperated and now thrown us back together again.” </strong> &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 20:28:16</strong>
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				He was a bit embarrassed to have been trying to seduce Vivienne. He would certainly had tried it on her if she had been this lovely when they first met, but in his mind she would always be the little girl. Well, at least with the nostalgia that she and David were conjuring. Maybe some time catching up would let his mind return to seeing her as the woman she had become. He blinked a little at her words.<br><br>"Monsieur Gale? Partners? What are you on about?" His questions would of course be interrupted by David, which meant he would remain out of the loop for the time being. He looked over his shoulder and gave a half smile, half frown. Obviously trying to do one while naturally falling into the other.<br><br>"There are two of us here, and one of you there. Why don't you join us instead Dave?" Even as he said it he offered a hand to Vivienne to help her out of her seat. Among other things, he was also a gentleman. And gathering at a table was more suited for a group discussion then a bar.
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				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 21:05:16</strong>
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				<strong>"I am the Lord of Blackest Night, a magician of dark skill and terrible import whose very name causes tremors to run down the spines of many. I do not <em>sit at bars</em> when there is a perfectly acceptable table already drenched in shadows right here."</strong><br><br>David de Sabre rarely made jokes, or slipped out of the work of art he had turned himself into, which made it all the more surprising he had made that comment... self-aware, maybe even self-depricating. But this was a new beginning and while it may take a while David wished to become more than just another body on the Last Laugh who put on shows. He wanted to be part of the crew. Perhaps this was what ownership did, perhaps this is how it made you feel and work. His eyes widened as he thought of something. Was it some twisted magic that made him realise what he did, reading minds or seeing the future, or was it merely observation of what was occurring.<br><br>You'll never know, because David never told.<br><br><strong>"Ah, my friend, it appears you are unaware of the twists of fate that bring us back together once again, of the ascent to the heavens that gives us our power and lets us loose to once more set out into the great unknown. It is more fortuitous that you have come here this night then... the hand of destiny perhaps."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 21:20:10</strong>
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				Before she could respond to Bob's inquiry of Inspector Gale, Monsieur de Sabre joined the duo and Vivienne was feeling quiet again.<br><br>An invitation from either man would have never been refused, but Vivienne felt more at ease with Bob there, and would have gladly moved to any table they deemed appropriate. &nbsp;Accepting Bob's polite hand, Vivienne moved from her perch at the bar to the table, and sat down between both men.<br><strong><br>"Monsieur de Sabre, you are looking well. &nbsp;It seems the years have not touched either you or our friend Bob. &nbsp;But before I speak out of turn again..." </strong>&nbsp;She smiled at Bob hoping she might be able to clear up his confusion now. &nbsp;<strong>"Can I assume you have also been made partner in the Last Laugh? &nbsp;It is why I am here...or my reasons for coming, but now that I've seen both of you, I realize a reunion is long overdue."</strong><br><br>In all the time spent on the Last Laugh, Vivienne hadn't been able to say one word to the man, and now she was holding her own. &nbsp;She regained a little of the confidence she'd walked into the tavern with, and again began feeling like woman she was, and not the child she had been.<br><br>Monsieur de Sabre's answer was what she expected, and intimidated or not, it gave her a sense that all in her life had just changed for the better, no matter what the outcome with the airship.<br><br>Turning to Bob, she explained further.<br><br><strong>"A gentleman came to call on me yesterday, explaining how Pelucid Joss had died, and named me, and several others as inheritors of the Last Laugh.&nbsp; Before he departed he asked if I knew where he might find you.&nbsp; Apparently my information was old, and he didn't not locate you as I'd thought, but I assure you, you are part owner in the airship, as well!"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 21:34:28</strong>
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				Bob would have nodded politely and acted like he was giving his full attention to David as he spoke. Not until he was done speaking would Bob provide a rather confused face and open his mouth to speak, only to have nothing come out. It had been awhile since he had associated with someone who had the wordsmanship of Mr. de Sabre. He had intended this next part as a joke, but since he really did not know what was going on, he instead expressed it with as much seriousness as he could muster.<br><br>"Viv, do you have any idea, what he just said?" He would then let himself focus on her words. Luckily she spoke more directly, which helped when speaking of things someone knew nothing about.&nbsp; "A gentlemen... was it an Inspector Gale?"<br><br>Things were beginning to make a little bit of sense. "I am here, because the rumors spreading through the prison system, are faulty at best. I heard tale that a detective was out to locate 'Bondage Bob' for the murder of his ship's captain. But, Bob had assumed a new identity as a barmaid at this establishment. Obviously, there was something lost in translation. Seeing as how I was detained at a women's prison facility for the last six or seven months. So I came to check out what the truth behind that rumor might be." He pauses before offering up an idea. "Shall we take a moment of silence for our lost captain, or are we expecting the others?"
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				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 21:47:25</strong>
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				<strong>"Indeed my lady, as our former captain began his journey to the heavens he sent forth his minions. One came upon me at the climax of my show, entering into my dark lair and handed over the details of our new union and our new purpose. It appears the fates have decreed we shall be not just companions but partners as our lives continue down their paths. I understand that all the main players in our performance have been entreated to the same offer, and soon they will join us in this place."</strong><br><br>He sipped at his wine again, the blood red contrasting with the black attire and pale features. Oh, David enjoyed red wine, even of the cheaper variety but he could not deny the image it presented. Image was everything in his world, all on maintaing the facade, keeping the magic alive.<br><br><strong>"Let us think of Joss. Would he wish a tribute to him being a moment of silence? No, I believe his soul would look down with boredom upon such a tragic honour. Rather, I feel his shade would demand satisfaction is debauchery and disgrace, just as he did in his life. I have looked into the darkness, and a Shade's request cannot be denied."</strong><br><br>Had he looked into the darkness? Was there even a Shade? Or was David just talking about nothing. Perhaps there was something to it. Whether you believed in mysticism or not, there was no doubt that if they were celebrate Joss's death as he had lived his life, they would all wake up the next day with sore heads, sore other parts and a collection of the most filthy wenches and whatever the male version of a wench was asleep around them.<br><br><strong>"But tell me, Bob, Lady Vivienne, how have you entertained yourselves for these dark and lonely years? A decade is a long time and while we are the only people here let us understand how we have all grown and changed in that time." </strong> 
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				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 22:04:23</strong>
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				Monsieur de Sabre's words were picked up by Vivienne, but in light of her concern with filling Bob in, and being somewhat familiar with haughty gentlemen who spoke in such a manner to give off false airs, she pretty much ignored them. &nbsp;Then too, she wasn't entirely sure he was being serious, or just having a laugh on them. &nbsp;Not sitting at a bar, indeed!<br><br>It was more what Bob said next that caused her mouth to fall agape.<br><br><strong>"Oui, Inspector Gale..." &nbsp;</strong>Was about all she could get out of her mouth as she tried to wrap her mind around Bob being in jail, number one, and a woman's jail, number two.&nbsp; But no matter how curious she was to hear more, she could not do so in public.&nbsp; That would be for Bob to elaborate on, or for Vivienne to ask him about later.<br><br>Feeling bad because it never occurred to her to mourn poor Joss, Vivienne was initially relieved to hear Monsieur de Sabre agree.&nbsp; What she was not prepared for was the way HE thought Joss would have wanted them to mourn.&nbsp; Her eyes could only stare at the man in disbelief, at least until he changed subjects and she guessed he had again been having a laugh on her.<br><br><strong>"I've continued to dance, and traveled a little after I left the ship.&nbsp; Of late I've been staying in a small town in County Kerry, but working steady at a respectable pub there."</strong><br><br>Vivienne sighed.&nbsp; She hoped they believed her when she said the place had been respectable.&nbsp; More often than not just being a dancer by trade labeled you a whore, and Vivienne was far from that, but working in a pub or tavern added another black mark to a woman's reputation.&nbsp; Not that it bothered her enough to make her quit.&nbsp; What else did she have to look forward too,&nbsp; being a poor man's wife and mother to a half dozen runny nosed children?<br><br>No...when she was able to find a man she could love, and share a life of some ease with, then she wanted to have a family, and become a modest and gentile woman by day, and a harlot by night.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Unfortunately the pay has never been very good for a dancer, and as much as I would have liked going out on the road to travel more, I was never able to save enough.&nbsp; Which is why I'm most excited at this new venture.&nbsp; No matter what it brings in the form of wealth if any, it is an adventure, just like the old days."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 22:28:37</strong>
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				<strong>"It does my heart glad to hear you have continued to dance my lady. A talent such as yours should be nurtured and brought to the full, not allowed to whither and fade in the shadows. It is pleasing that you managed to find a respectable tavern, as fe and far between as they are. I am apprehensive to see what would have happened had a delicate flower such as you would have found yourself in a place of ill-repute and poor reputation."</strong><br><br>There was a twinkle in his dark eyes as the last sentence was said. Did he know the tavern she had danced at? Did he know already how the rest of the crew had faired? Had he kept tabs on his fellow companions over the years? Had he used dark magics to check up on those he once called companions? Or was he just pretending he had? <br><br><strong>"Yes, the old days. The days where we were not chained down to the earth, but drifted on the winds, brining our talents to a world of adoring audiences, cheering, screaming, crying and finally applauding as our dark caberet ends. With the world at out feet and adventure around every corner. What is money or wealth if it can not give us that which we desire?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 00:54:07</strong>
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				The night was dark, perfect for someone such as herself to slip by unnoticed unherassed and unhindered.&nbsp; It was a long walk to the Bangers and Hounds, and she hadn't saved as much money as she had by spending it frivolously on such things as...transportation.&nbsp; No with the right connections you would never need to pay for a ride.&nbsp; Lucky for her she had some contacts in a certain steam coach operation.&nbsp; She learned early on that if you used what god gave you than you can open any doors closed to you.&nbsp; <br><br>Alexa and puck had spent the majority of the trip in a nice comfortable coach...a contraption that a young boy like puck had probably never ridden in before.&nbsp; When the coach came to a sudden stop in front of a...undesirable looking building, she knew they had made it to their destination.&nbsp; The driver jumped down from his perch and helped her down ceremoniously, leaving the young Puck to jump down by himself.&nbsp; Leaning into the drivers strong body Alexa whispers something into his ear and kisses him seductively on the corner of his mouth.&nbsp; He grins to himself and whistles in delight, Bowing to her as she walks purposefully into the Bangers and hounds. As she slips in she lowers her hood and looks as out of place in such a place as the long dead Queen Elizabeth would.&nbsp; She had taken off her hat in the Coach, and so her halo of blond curls shown brightly, framing her face.&nbsp; Her cheeks where slightly reddened from the cold, and her lips where the color of a beautiful rose petals. Her eyes scan the room, and she spots familiar faces that she had long thought gone from her life. Bolstering her courage she smiles a delicate and somehow seductive smile. It looked like the old cast of players where back...and it was her turn to walk into the spot light.&nbsp; The idea filled her with an almost overwhelming joy.
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				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 01:50:38</strong>
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				So their little group was growing, the old faces returning. And much like Vivienne, this face had grown up. Oh, how this face had grown up. It was a thought that hadn't crossed David's mind when he first heard of their reunion... a decade had passed, but he had never thought that those girls... for that was what they were during those heady days... would have grown up. He should have thought it but in his mind he had always seemingly thouht they would be like Bob... still basically the same, just appearing a little older. This wasn't a little older... this was all grown up. In all the right ways. He returned her smile, the glass of wine raised once again in greeting, the joy on her face matched by the seren mystery always eminating from him.<br><br><strong>"Lady Alexa, please... join us. It appears our cast of souls is assembling once again."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 02:07:06</strong>
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				A glass was raised and she knew immediately who this man was, it was the mysterious, yet erotic David De Sabre.&nbsp; A man who had always intrigued her.&nbsp; Her smile grew warmer, making the whole room seem ever brighter.<br><br>"Lady Alexa, please... join us. It appears our cast of souls is assembling once again."<br><br>She carefully makes her way over to David, a waitress stopping her to ask what she would like.&nbsp; Ordering a glass of Sherry, she continues to make her way o her companions.&nbsp; Her voice was gentle yet held a backbone of steal that emphasized that she was tougher than she looked.<br><br>"Yes it appears that we are almost ready for a proper reunion."&nbsp; Placing her hand on Davids arm she leans a bit closer to get out of the way of a rather buxom women and her nursing baby that steam railed their way throughout the room.&nbsp; "How has this time on land fared for you David?"&nbsp; The waitress returns with her drink, and she pays her a generous amount to take her bags behind the bar, in a safe place.
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				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 02:22:24</strong>
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				He would give a small smile and stand as Alexa arrived. Gentlemen through and through, occasionally. Once things are settled back down he holds up his hand and clears his throat, in an attempt to interrupt her inquiries about David.<br><br>&nbsp;"Now, now, to be fair. He did ask first. You arrived just in time to hear my harrowing journey through the finest and most depraved jails the country has to offer. Little known fact, a man bound in shackles is served better food in prison, then one can afford with the kind of lack luster job that is offered to grounded foreigners."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 02:32:53</strong>
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				Allowing herself to be interrupted she smiles at Bob and awaits his tale,<br><br>&nbsp; "Now, now, to be fair. He did ask first. You arrived just in time to hear my harrowing journey through the finest and most depraved jails the country has to offer. Little known fact, a man bound in shackles is served better food in prison, then one can afford with the kind of lack luster job that is offered to grounded foreigners."<br><br>She was a little more than surprised to hear that he had spent his time in jail, but it was something to be understood, given his preferences, which could be interpreted as being close to her own profession...if you counted being strung up and hung being close to bondage, which she whole heartily did.<br><br><strong>"So I assume that you enjoyed your time in prison?&nbsp; did you come across any interesting characters?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 02:34:58</strong>
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				<strong>"I have fared well my lady. I find myself in a slightly unusual position of being somewhat of a desireable. I do believe that for one period a paper for the upper classes considered me the "must have attraction" for any self-respecting dinner party. It was most unsatisfying that for all the horror and fear my performaces once garned I have been reduced to card tricks and illusions that any common pedlar could perfom, and having praise lathered on me for such. It is what makes this reunion so meaningful, that I can at last return to my true roots."</strong><br><br>His eyes ran over her as she approached, noting the careful movements, the quick lean into his arm to avoid one of the patrons, the hint of iron in her voice... a strength within that belied her appearence. He was not entirely happy when her smile seemed to light up the room... his eyes widened and it seemed to darken again. No, a light room would never do. You couldn't be mysterious in clear light, even if it was just the light perceived from a smile. No, David de Sabre would have darkness thank you very much, even if it meant no-one could smile. Inside his mind he crossed his arms and pouted, although the Lord of Blackest Night would never be caught doing such a thing.<br><br><strong>"But I cannot lie, despite those disappointments the fates have treated me well. I have many material rewards and have improved my skills in the black arts despite this towns dislike of them. No, while I will not be sad to once more put my fate in the hands of the gods and leave this city, I have not had an unpleasent time here. How about you yourself my lady? How has this time on land fared for you?"</strong><br><br>He turned as Bob spoke. Yes, prison seemed the perfect place for Bob... a female prison at that. Not that he thought he was a danger or any such other stupid reason. No, Bob doubtless threw himself into that womans prison, and probably locked himself up very tightly while he was there...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 02:54:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				How odd it seemed to Vivienne, that Monsieur de Sabre no longer scared her the way he used to. &nbsp;Yes, he was still indimidating, and his comment about how to honor Joss had left her speechless, she finally felt she could keep up her end of any conversation with the man. &nbsp;Still she felt more relaxed around Bob, and often glanced his way during the conversation.<br><br>"Merci, David, it is kind of you to say so." &nbsp;Having just begun to dance when she was last on the Last Laugh, Vivienne hadn't thought David ever noticed her, or her dancing. &nbsp;Nor Bob for that matter, other than in the way anyone would notice someone they considered to be somewhat of a nuisance. &nbsp;It was the fear of pestering the crew that she had remained more of a shadow in the background back then. &nbsp;She was no longer that shadow, and if it took proving herself now, she was up to the task. &nbsp;Being every bit as much of a partner as any of the crew, she intended to be counted when it was required, and would watch out for her interests, since it was clear no one else would.<br><br>As David spoke so eloquently of the adventures they had enjoyed in the past, and possibilities of the future, Vivienne looked to Bob. &nbsp;She still longed to talk to him more of his own travels, and perils but just couldn't bring herself to do so now. &nbsp;It soon became apparent she had chosen wisely to let that subject go, when Alexa showed up and immediately put herself into the center of attention.<br><br>Vivienne recalled the passed days on the Last Laugh when both women were young girls...both blond...both having similarities in their skills and talents...and whether Alexa intended to be or not, Vivienne had always felt to be in competition with her. &nbsp;That both women had been shy and unassuming probably hadn't helped, with neither one seeking the other out for companionship. &nbsp;She hoped her impressions were false, and that time had opened them both up to possibly establishing a bond of friendship now, but only time would tell.<br><br>And that was then, and this was now, and Vivienne vowed not to let past experiences dictate the future ones. &nbsp;Of course seeing that Alexa gave the appearance of being much more financially sound than Vivienne hampered those intentions a little. &nbsp;She would try to ignore those advantages, and find other ways to keep the other woman on an even keel with her. &nbsp;Again, they were both equal partners in &nbsp;this new venture, and nothing Vivienne was aware of should change that.<br><br>As the woman was now joining the little group but hadn't greeted either Vivienne or Bob also perterbed the younger woman. &nbsp;Moving her chair closer to Bob, to allow a bit more room for Alexa, Vivienne sat up a little straighter, and kept her eyes and ears open. &nbsp;Assuming the role of one who could be more benevolent, Vivienne spoke up first.<br><br><strong>"Bonsoir, Alexa...it is good to see you."</strong><br><br>It was then that Bob became talkative and started to regale them all with tales she was curious about.&nbsp; Unfortunately before he said much, David spoke up again, and the conversation shifted yet again.&nbsp; Rather than get irritated, Vivienne kept her mouth shut and listened.&nbsp; Perhaps she would still find out about Bob in prison, and gain further insight into David and Alexa that might be beneficial later.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 03:05:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bob was never good at determining how much of a story to tell. Especially ones that carry great amounts of provocative details. He would readily end his story at something simple and implied and allow David to proceed with his tale. He had intended to ask for it after he spoke anyway, so he certainly interested in hearing about it. Plus, David had the whole aloof nature thing, which also helped keep his stories, publicly approved. Bob, would often find himself insulting some people when speaking in mixed company. <br><br>"Materiel rewards you say David? Do you have other benefactors leaving you grounded ships? Or perhaps someone that is well off enough to help pay the silly fees that have no doubt been piled up, due to the inability to move it from the shipyard?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 03:16:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It took Vivienne speaking up to draw her attention to the girl who was no longer a girl but rather a beautiful women now, to make her realize that she had entirely overlooked her.<br><br>"Vivienne Michel!&nbsp; What a pleasure it is to see you once again.&nbsp; You have grown into a beauty I knew you where always capable of being."&nbsp; She smiled knowing that there had always been an underlying...something between them, she knew it wasn't hostility but something different yet equally as damaging.&nbsp; She hadn't had much use with making friends when she was young, too preoccupied with working, pulling her wn weight, and making sure she was a necessity to the whole crew.&nbsp; It was a habit she carried on even now, which would explain why she had little friends, and no family.<br><br>She was also aware that Bob had been telling his story, but it had alas been derailed into another conversation equally as interesting.&nbsp; Nodding to the boys to gather their attention she looks about for other members of the crew, but she recognizes no one else.<br><br>"If you men don't mind, shall we all sit and have this conversation in a more leisurely fashion?"&nbsp; Once everyone was settled into a seat, she was sure the whole conversation can turn into something more organized.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 12:50:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The moment the grownups started talking Puck got bored. He ran off to a table where a numbers runner by the name of Blake was sitting. Puck put his last piece of money on a bare knuckles fight that would be going on tonight. Then he found the table that Mab always sat at, it was at the corner of the club. Very big. He sat down and yelled out. <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Hey LEN, feed a poor starvin boy already!" </strong></span></span>Puck was aware he had just eaten but a boy like him always had to try to get a little extra. Len looked at him through the club that was picking up and gave him a gesture that was none to pleasant. <br><br>Then the door swung open and dressed in his finest was Fredricks Mab with the lovely Hema draped on his arm. He was very pleased to see that the gang was all hear. He walked forward, taking them all in with his eyes. They had all grown and changed in their own ways. They were all such pretty people still, he only hoped they still had talent. <br><strong><br>"Good evening, old friends, it has been to long. It is a shame that our captains untimely demise is what it took for us to gather again, but that is past. I have gathered you all together because of the future. I have a table in the back."</strong> he said. He gave each of them big hugs when he came close. To the ladies he gave gently hugs that were followed by kisses on the cheek. To the men he gave hearty hugs but ones still filled with affection. He had spent ten years waiting for this day. He was quite pleased indeed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 19:45:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"The rewards I have gathered were more in the form of patronage that the glint of currency. Any requirement or wish I may desire would be mine, be it from my apartments to my attire, to my food and drink. Alas, the spirits of fortune did not see it fit to bless me with coin or money, and I fear my patrons would be unwilling to pay fees so that I may flee from this gilded birdcage, perhaps never to return. No, I fear our flight will have to come from methods outside my own personal wealth."</strong><br><br>He was about to respond to Alexa's suggestion when Fredricks made his entrance. It was immediately clear that he had a purpose, and David had little doubt he already had plans for this gathering. Perhaps he should look into the golden chalice of time and determine what was to come... or more likely, he should just wait and see what was to come. When it came time for him to receive a hug a single gloved hand was raised, palm outwards, the universal gesture for "no". He was the Lord of Blackest Night and the master of the dark arts, the haunter of dreams and the nightmare that walked, death's left hand and the instrument of terror, the summoner of haunted souls and the channeler of parted spirits. He did not <em>*hug*</em>, however much comradeship he felt for those around him. Instead he merely tipped his head in welcome, the ghost of a smile flickering upon his regal features as he waited for the group to leave for the mysterious "table in the back", where the veil of the unknown would be drawn back and the truth revealed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 02:58:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fredrick moved through the seedy bar with no fear. He knew all the faces and they knew him. Sure they thought he was a little strange, and some thought he was queer. But he was a charming queer and well liked by some of the right people. He found his table in the back and smiled at Puck. He tossed him a coin. "Good work young Puck, now wait out front and let me know when our guest is close to arriving." <br><br>Puck took the coin and smiled. He was going to eat but he would always take a little coin over an extra meal. He rushed out to keep watch. Mab took a seat. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 03:16:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bob rose from his seat and held out his hand to any of the ladies that would take it. Once one did, or once they all got themselves up, he would make his way to the other table. He would give Mab a sideways smile and a shake of the head.<br>"How many more tables am I going to have to switch to? This constant standing and sitting is killing my legs." <br><br>With a chuckle he waited for the ladies to have there seats before taking one of his own, between as many of the ladies as he could manage. Then he would raise an eyebrow at Mab. "Speaking of sitting and standing. As a gentleman, am I obligated to rise when you get up?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 05:10:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vivienne, in an attempt to stick close to Bob, stood and took his hand.&nbsp; When she was performing, or dealing with a benefactor, one one one, she held her own significantly.&nbsp; In large groups she didn't fair as well, and had no desire to be left alone in this one.&nbsp; She hoped Bob didn't mind that she sort of attached herself to him.&nbsp; In time, once they all became reacquainted, she hoped she could detach herself if he found her to be too troublesome.<br><br><strong>"Monsieur Bob?&nbsp; I can massage your legs for you later to help alleviate your pain."&nbsp;</strong> <br><br>As was her nature, Vivienne was always happy to assist those she took a liking too.&nbsp; But not wanting to offend him with her offer, Vivienne kept her voice low and leaned in to face the man so as not to be over heard.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 05:56:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexa Saw Mab enter, and smiled to herself.&nbsp; He was always one to draw the eyes of everyone in a room.&nbsp; A trait she admired and found delightfully amusing.&nbsp; Smiling she watches him come over, and chuckles when Bob asks if he should stand when Mab got close.&nbsp; It was feeling more and more like the old days.&nbsp; <br><br>She wondered if it would ever be the same, or if too much time had passed for it to ever be the same.&nbsp; Either way she doubted she would act any different.&nbsp; She had, as a rule always stayed rather apart from everyone else, observing and keeping her own judgments to herself.&nbsp; A deep pang of sadness enveloped her for a moment, being alone wasn't always the best feeling in the world.&nbsp; But you couldn't get hurt by someone you loved, if you loved no one in the first place.&nbsp; Shaking off the moment of melancholy that had enveloped her, she reminds herself that there was no use in feeling sad, not when there was a show to perform; and soon hopefully there would be.&nbsp; Her smile became brighter just thinking about it.<br><br>all her equipment was on board the last laughs ship, and when she was safely in it, she was planning on devoting a lot of her time to practicing.&nbsp; Which posed another problem...she would need an assistant to help her out...and she didn't know where she would find one with the proper knowledge to safely help her.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 06:15:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fredrick smiled at Mab and tipped an invisible hat in his direction. "No dearest, I am Fredrick at the moment. I have not been Lady Fyrefae in some time but my hopes is that I will get to soon. This will be the last table I promise, old friend." he said as he waited for the others to gather. <br><br>Mr. Mab smiled at Alexa very pleased to see her. He had always been entranced by the woman because of her gifts. Perhaps also because she was always a little distant. Fredricks always loved a little mystery. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 00:25:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bob would be quite willign to help Vivienne up and escort her to the new table. And was certainly glad to have a seat next to her once things began to settle back in. He would give her a soft smile. "That is a nice offer, I might take you up on it. So long as you allow my to return the favor. Anything you massage for me, I'll gladly do for you."<br><br>He would then return his attention to the group. Particularly Fredrick, who seemed to be in charge of this shindig. "That is a shame. Lady Fyrefae belongs at this table as much as any of us. Perhaps even moreso then you yourself." The last bit said with a wink, to ensure it wasn't taken as anything but a compliment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 01:55:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bob's retort confused Vivienne, and left her with a quizzical look upon her face.&nbsp; Her offer to massage Bob's legs was borne of gratitude, so thankful was she for his attendance to her.&nbsp; Why then would he feel the need to reciprocate?&nbsp; None of the other men Vivienne performed such amenities for ever offered to return them.&nbsp; She was baffled as to how she should respond.<br><br>Moving to the new table she sat down immediately, and listened.&nbsp; So many changes had taken place in her life these past couple days, and had left her feeling nothing would ever be the same again.&nbsp; In addition to her new role as part owner of an airship, Vivienne had already begun thinking beyond her new life.&nbsp; Before Joss died, and left her part of the airship, she had resigned herself to life with Aunt Mary, and dancing at the pub.&nbsp; Now though there were so many new possibilities opening up to her.&nbsp; All she had to do was pay attention, and make the right decisions.<br><br>Habit dictated she smile at all the men at the table, which she did frequently, especially when they looked her way or addressed her in any manner.&nbsp; Other than that she devoted the bulk of her attention on Bob.&nbsp; To Vivienne, Bob was safe.&nbsp; Whether or not that was accurate would remain to be seen, but until he proved otherwise, she clung to the feeling, and stayed close to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 04:51:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing at the quick joke Bob threw out, Alexa covered her mouth in surprise.&nbsp; She couldn't remember the last time she had laughed like that, and for the longest time she had thought that her ability to enjoy something so much, as to make her laugh had disappeared.<br><br>"Fredrick darling, it has been too long since I've seen you.&nbsp; How have you fared these long years?"&nbsp; Seeing Hema, Alexa smiles,<br><br>"And the Beautiful Hema, How have you been?&nbsp; I will have to admit that to having been a little curious about how you have been doing.&nbsp; Which is extended to everyone of course, I have always wondered how you all have fared.&nbsp; And I am glad to hear that most of you have done well for yourselves."<br><br>Looking for a barmaid to maybe call over, she wanted to make sure Fredrick and Hema were taken care of.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 16:21:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The can tip-tap-tip'd it's way across the floor, each stroke measuring a pace of David de Sabre as he followed the rest of the group to the table in the back. To those watching it would seem he was paying no attention to the goings on around him, alive in his own little world, no doubt a world of demons and devils, of magic and dark delight, thoughts that no mere mortal mind could understand.<br><br>In truth de Sabre was wondering whether the fruit pie would be tasty. Of course, he'd never know. The Lord of Blackest Night couldn't be seen eating pie... it just wasn't the image he wanted to project.<br><br>And, oh yes, he was paying attention as well.<br><br>He moved to the table, a chair seemingly already perfectly positioned for him, the cloak swirling to the side to drape elegantly. No-one had seen it move, but apparently his bottle of red wine and glasses were already at the table, one gloved hnad reaching out to lift it, the red liquid running over his lips.<br><br>God this mask itched sometimes...<br><br>There wasn't really too much to say, not right now. He had exchanged some pleasentries earlier, but he had always held himself as a man apart while on the ship, and he was not about to break that routine now. No, once the meat and bones came out he may interject himself, but for now his busied he himself with looking mysterious and slightly sinister.<br><br>Now that was the image he wanted to project...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 16:40:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vivienne wasn't oblivious to anything going on at the table, she was just being her usually quiet, and thoughtful self.&nbsp; That, and because she still found certain occurrences to be unnerving, she held herself back from commenting, hoping to appear more worldly in her nonchalance, than unsettled by her naiveté.<br><br>Fredrick Mab was like David de Sabre in that both personalities were so over the top that Vivienne often found herself confused by their actions, and definitely intimidated.&nbsp; Fredrick's flamboyance was unlike anything Vivienne had seen in a man, and felt more comfortable with his feminine counterpart.&nbsp; David's ability to move things as if by will, had Vivienne holding her breath at time while around him, afraid at any given second he might cause her dress to fall off, or something odd to appear in her hands.&nbsp; Both men were much too mysterious for her more common temperament to deal with sufficiently.<br><br>Sadly, her use for those of her same sex was limited.&nbsp; Alexa wasn't the only woman Vivienne rarely gave the time of day to.&nbsp; Having nothing discernible in common with others of her sex, she just chose to devote what time she did have to the more masculine crowd.<br><br>But male, or female, this little group now appeared to all be consumed with their futures, and that of the Last Laugh, and intimidated or not, unless any of them chose to forfeit their holdings, they would all connected by their endeavor for the foreseeable future.&nbsp; Unless she wished to remain at odds, and ill at ease for the next several weeks, or months, Vivienne would need to come to terms with it all.&nbsp; And pretty damn quickly.<br><br>Not being one to jump into the limelight, outside of her dancing anyway, she waited until someone took the lead, and began suggesting what the groups next move would be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 04:52:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fredrick loved an audience, he always did. He waited until everyone was seated and just smiled. He looked like the cat that had eaten the canary and perhaps he had. He knew at least a little bit more than most of the crew did. He at least had a plan, even if it involved some unknown variables. The best plans after all allowed for some adaption, that was one thing that good old Joss had taught him. <br><br>"Well now that we are all so comfy, let me first say how nice it is to have you all gathered round. It has been too long, too long indeed. But fortune has smiled on us. In a city where so few have anything at all we have a ticket to freedom. A passing gift from our good old captain. Now as I understand it we all own the ship in equal shares, so I don't want you all to think I am the new captain. We all have equal share to this gateway to our freedom. That is if we are all in agreement that we would like to leave this town and use this ship to seek fortune elsewhere" Fredrick said with a smile. He took a sip of his drink and waited for someone to ask the obvious question. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 05:03:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bob was intrigued by Fredrick's proposal. Intrigued enough that he ignored the other happenings at the table and focused on the plan. Well, the idea really. One that he had thought up on a few occasions, but never really saw a solution to. Government regulated bondage of an air vessel, was a bit out of his league.<br><br>"I'll say it before anyone has a chance to. You're nuts. I'm all for it, but you're nuts. Don't you think we'd have been out of this hole ten years ago if there was any feasible way to do it? Even if security has laxed, ten years of non maintenance wreaks havoc on a ship." that said he grabs whatever drink he could reach and takes a big swallow. Then, with a smile "So, how do we do it?"<br><br>As an after thought he scans the other faces. He begins to realize they might not all be as enthusiastic as him. After all, getting tossed into jail, wasn't exactly punishment for him. It was back to normalcy. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 05:17:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'll say it before anyone has a chance to. You're nuts. I'm all for it, but you're nuts. Don't you think we'd have been out of this hole ten years ago if there was any feasible way to do it? Even if security has laxed, ten years of non maintenance wreaks havoc on a ship.&nbsp; So, how do we do it?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The drink Bob had picked up was her own, but she paid it no heed.<br><br>"This may sound bad but....as long as we can get out of this country, I'll do anything."&nbsp; And she meant it, something about this oppressive air, kept her on edge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 05:25:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Oui!"</strong><br><br>Vivienne blurted out as Bob began to speak, then quickly covered her mouth and remained silent until he finished speaking, and then began again just to stop until Alexa finished. &nbsp;<br><br>Hearing Fredrick voice exactly what she wanted to hear caught her up in his enthusiasm, and she agreed immediately. &nbsp;Hearing Bob's concerns thereafter gave her pause, but didn't totally change her mind. &nbsp;She wanted to get away from where they were, and make something of the ship, so they could then in turn make their way in the world, and hopefully live a life somewhat better than what she...they had now.&nbsp; That Alexa was with the small group was good too...everyone owned a share, so Vivienne imagined everyone would need to go along with the plan.<br><br>When Bob ended his comment on a positive note, Vivienne perked up, and agreed again.<br><strong><br>"I would like to know ziss as well...how do we get the sheep into working order so we can leave, and where will we go then?"</strong><br><br>It was all she could do to continue speaking English. &nbsp;Quite often when she was very excited she would revert to French and not even be aware of it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 12:25:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fredrick smiled, very pleased that they asked the question. <br><br>"I know a man who can get us our ship out of Dublin with enough fuel to get to France. Once there I imagine we can find a way to get her repaired seeing as France is a kinder place then this. I think the old girl is tough enough to get us there without much work. What do you all say?!" he tried his best to focus on the positives of this plan. There was a catch of course, but it was best to get the audience hooked before he introduced a negative. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 16:53:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Why would this man get us out of Dublin and give us the fuel? Could one suppose the price he asks for such as task would be exorbitant?"</strong><br><br>The glass tilted in David's hand before another sip was taken, eyes focusing on Fredrick. For all the mysticism and hocus-pocus in what he did, he was a magician, and a very good one. He may have powers or he may not, you'll never get to know, but despite that he could hook a crowd just the same. The reason for that, the basis of all great magicians, was practiciality. For however incredible a trick may be, if it was not practical, if it could not be pulled off, it was useless. And so David thought of the practicality... and the showmanship... at every avaliable opportunity.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 00:10:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"An exorbitant price?"&nbsp; She thought about this for a moment and wondered what kind of price would be exacted.&nbsp; She assumed money, but in these desperate times one never knew for sure.<br><br>"If it's money....well I have been saving up quite a bit, for a time when I would be able to escape this hell hole.&nbsp; Money I assume would be the price."<br><br>She would give as much money as needed to help them escape.&nbsp; Remembering what she had been forced to do when she had first landed to make money, made her body go cold.&nbsp; But thanks to that she never had to live on the streets after that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 00:21:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vivienne eyed Fredrick and listened to David and Alexa.<br><br><strong>"But I have no money.&nbsp; All I had I used to get here...it is why I came, for hopes of making profeets off the Last Laugh."</strong><br><br>Her voice was full of sadness and regret, for if she would now be asked to contribute to the resurrection of the ship, she would have to withdraw from the venture.<br><br>Unless...if she could perhaps dance and earn money, possibly while staying with one of the others, until she was able to come up with her fair share...&nbsp; <br><br>Looking around this establishment, her heart sank deeper.&nbsp; Even when she worked at the pub back home, where she was well known and liked it had still been difficult to make ends meet with her meager tips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 04:45:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Puck saw the steam carriage pull up to the bar. He was pretty sure this was the car Mab had been asking about but he waited till Riley the Righty came out of the car. He was the muscle for the man that Mab was intending to meet with. <br><br>Back at the table Fredrick held up his hand. "Ladies don't worry. No money is required. Money means little to this guy, he has tons of it. We just have to do a little job for him after we refuel in France..." his voice trailed off as he saw Puck waving his arms in the air like some crazy pixie. He continued but his tone was rushed. "Listen please just hear this guy out...and if we don't want to do it thats fine. Just be polite about it and try not to stare." <br><br>Riley the Righty stepped in the bar, he was an ex boxer and he looked the part. He glanced around the bar to make sure everything was ok. He nodded and held the door open. A red headed mean in a long trench coat walked into the room. The smell of oil followed this man as did the sounds of hydrolics. With each step one could hear the sounds of shifting metal. What one could see of him he looked fairly normal. He had a pudgy face and a beard that was well taken care of. His name was Toontz McAvery but he was known by other names behind his back. He was a very powerful mobster, one of a few men who were currently dividing up what was left of the city. He walked over to Mabs table slowly but with purpose. The metal sounds and the smell of oil continued. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 04:47:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>“Oh how the spirits and devil’s of the wind have whispered to me, their voices gleeful and horrific, of the burdens cast by “little jobs”. Of the destinies spun into motion and fates torn asunder. I am sure they will continue to whisper to me of our own thread in the loom, of our cog in the wheel of time.”</strong><br><br>To those watching it would appear he didn’t even look up to the new arrival, paying the man no heed. In all truth the mechanical clanking and oil meant it would have been hard not to notice the arrival. David knew Toontz McAvery by reputation if not personally, although he had a sneaking suspicion he had been hired by the man for a few performances in the past. The red wine came up and he took another sip, taking in everything, from his companions reactions to how Toontz would engage the group.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 17:15:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bob would be more distracted by David then the mechanical clanking. At least until the end of his little speech. He would have a partially confused look on his face and his finger pointed at the mysterious magician, who kept even his words behind an illusion. "I think I agree with the spirits and devils. I want to hear more about this job before agreeing to it. A favor owed can cost more then the cash equivalent. I take back my original 'on board' attitude."<br><br>He would then turn to face the new arrival. And then turn back around immediately. Fredrick had said not to stare, and it became immediately obvious why, Toontz McAvery. There where a fair share of men that found freedom in prison. Bob looked for a free meal, most everyone else sought protection from Toontz, or one of his competitors. Jail breaks were usually constructed from the outside, and resulted in more deaths then escapes. Like all good mobsters, the only real connections between McAvery and these deaths was rumor. All of Bob's information could be wrong, but he wasn't about to take that chance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 21:21:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Toontz and Right arrived at there table. The sound of steam being released could be heard from the trench coat. Up close one could start to figure out where the noise was coming from. Toontz was in fact a very small man, though it was hard to tell at first. One could get glimses of what was hidden behind the coat and it seemed like he had a pair of hydrolic stilts that made him appear to be quite taller. He was in fact a dwarf and rumor had it he had quite the complex about it. <br><br>"Good evening ladies and gents. I see that Mr. Mab has already started to talk about our little business arrangement." Toontz said with a grin filled with crooked teeth. The bartender quickly brought him over a pint, but Toontz continued to stand. "It really is a simple job." <br><br>Fredrick put on his best smile and just hoped the conversation went well. In a perfect world he would have had more time to prep but Toontz was only offering him this deal tonight. He was putting pressure on him to say yes or no. If the answer was no then they would never get his help again and if they said no in the wrong way they would have other problems. <br><br>"Please Mr. Macavery we would love to hear more," Mab said hoping his crew members would behave. <br><br>"Fair enough. It is quite simple. I will release your ship from its current prison with enough fuel to get to France. From there I require you to fly to the colonies in America. I simple want two crates delivered to a friend in Boston. No questions asked and after that your free to have your ship and do what ever it is you do." Toontz said and then took a long slow sip of his drink. His eyes stayed fixed on the group, with a quiet intensity. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 21:43:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching all the goings on, Vivienne remained quiet.&nbsp; She had prefaced her situation for them, and now waited for the rest of the details to be divulged so she would know if she could remain part of the team. or forfeit her shares, and go back to Aunt Mary.<br><br>When news of a trip to the colonies, and her part ownership in the airship being contingent on just delivering a couple crates, she nearly squealed in delight.&nbsp; How utterly easy it would be to succeed in that task, and begin their lives anew.<br><br>And in the colonies no less!<br><br><strong>"I see no reezon to not do eet.&nbsp; I'm in."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 22:26:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So, tell me this?<br><br>Why does a renowned gangster want a group of strangers he had barely met to transport a mere two crates of cargo across the Atlantic in exchange for considerable expense and danger in getting them free of their bondage in Dublin?<br><br>Answer.<br><br>Because there’s something not quite normal about those two crates of cargo.<br><br>And that caused an issue.<br><br>The options the crew had were limited when it came to escaping Dublin. What else could they do but this? But that didn’t mean it was beneficial to either party for them to go into this blind.<br><br><strong>“From beyond the gates of the night the spirits do call to me, and they scream of change and fury. They question the very nature of the cargo and laugh at the torments it may bring to us mere mortals. They delight in the pitfalls that may befall us, and the darkness that may rise to envelop us.<br><br>It would be presumptuous for us to ask the nature of the cargo, for us to delve into the specifics. But I heed the spirits call. And so I enquire if we were to be assailed by the knights of the air, the police forces that patrol those empty skies, would the cargo be of concern? Should we hide it away, shroud it in the cape of deceit or is it safe to leave open and proud? Likewise, would the rogues of the air, the pirates of yesteryear with the technology of today have a specific interest in this? Would their wrath fall upon us in great measure because of this cargo? In short, if I may, is this destined cargo the subject of interest by multiple parties who are not agreeable to your… or our… cause?<br><br>Do not think of this as a refusal or an insult. However, our preparations and precautions for the twisted lines of fate that may appear before us will change depending on the risk we take. And if we are unprepared for anything that tries to tear our fate from us it is less likely that this blessed cargo will reach Boston.”</strong><br><br>Another sip, eyes still not falling upon their new benefactor <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 02:17:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fredricks knew this question would come up so he just kept his mouth shut. <br><br>McAvery to his credit did not show much emotion as he finished the pint off and slammed it down. The bartender was already working on getting him another. <strong>"Yeah, you guessed it. I wouldn't let anyone look into the crates, nobody including you rabble. Just put the crates in some corner and take them to Boston. Like I said." </strong><br><br>Another drink was brought to the mobster as he waited to see if there were anymore questions. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 02:31:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				David seemed to have the same frame of mind as Bob, with a deeper vocabulary with which to express it. So, he would let him deal with the pressing issues. It was almost painfully obvious a question, and as such, not an unexpected answer. Bob gave a soft shrug, it wasn't the worst thing they could be asked to do. He put a hand on Viv's and squeezed lightly.<br><br>"You certainly are optimistic. I'll get myself imprisoned with you if we get caught. See what makes you think it's worth the risk." It had a slight bit of sarcasm to it, pointing out the flaw in her reasoning. However, it also had playfulness. He'd get to spend a lot more time with his old crew whether this plan worked or not. Unless there were explosions involved.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 20:45:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mab answered this time knowing that Mr. McAvery was not a patient man. "There is not going to be any imprisonment my old friend. The only chains we will see are the ones already on our boat. This job seems like a simple one. We are actors that have done no wrong, except perhaps in Dublin and this towns influence in the world is hardly anything. I say we take this job while we can. I for one would love to go to the new world, I have never been" <br><br><br>McAvery smiled at that while he finished his second cup of ale. The booze did not seem to phase him at all. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 03:05:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexa had been quite up until now, listening to the opinions of her fellow crew mates. <br><br><em>If we do this there is always the chance that they could get caught...</em><br><br>But that wasn't really a big problem for her...it was worth trying to get out.<br><br><em>There was the risk that what they where carrying was something evil and would kill millions...</em><br><br>again not a problem, as long as it didn't kill her.<br><br><em>And so what's the problem?</em><br><br>Making up her mind she looks over at Mab.<br><br>"I'm in. Anything is better than this; and plus I don't care what we're carrying as long as it doesn't get me killed.&nbsp; And even than I'd still risk it."<br><br>She was sure everyone would have expected her to have another answer, to refuse to go, she did seem overly cautious to most.&nbsp; But she never acted like people expected her to, and this was no exception.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 07:26:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vivienne grinned at Bob, but only up to the point where he referred to going to prison again, and then she frowned.&nbsp; No one said the cargo was going to be illegal, did they?&nbsp; Had the little language barrier intervened again, and left her thinking what she'd heard wasn't really what was meant?<br><br>But Bob's teasing manner let her hang onto her original offer to go along with the plan.&nbsp; If he could joke about things, they couldn't be too dangerous...could they?<br><br>And Alexa...even she was in agreement.&nbsp; Vivienne certainly didn't need the other woman going along, but at least it was another in favor, and it seemed that was what they needed...everyone accepting to do the job.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 03:01:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"It appears that the spirit of truth we all hold within us has shot its arrows and that all questions have been asked. Then, let us settle our fate and decide which path we will send our souls down. Those in favour of accepting this deal, please indicate it."</strong><br><br>It seemed the meeting had ground to a standstill and that no-one was willing to grasp the moment and get this process going again. As it appeared everyone had said their piece there was no better time than now to set everything in motion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 03:51:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bob would smile awkwardly, it was about time one of his jokes struck the wrong chord. Unfortunate that it was with a man like McAvery. As soon as the question was brought up, he quickly spoke out.<br><br>"Good call spirits. I vote yes. Fredrick, obviously. Alexa said yes. Viv, still in?" He looked about and did a little math. "Are we going or majority, or unanimous? Because I think the Aye's have it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 04:07:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexa looks over at Vivienne, knowing that the whole mission might be dependant on her answer.&nbsp; If her fate was going to be decided on Viviennes answer than she was going to make sure her answer was a yes.<br><br>"Vivienne, I hope that you are in, because the idea of watching you perform is something I greatly look forward to.&nbsp; And I would be lying if I said I didn't feel an almost...unbearable need to perform again."<br><br>She paused to look Vivienne in the eyes, and to fix a stray hair that had gone awry in her other wise perfect bun.<br><br>"I have no idea if you feel the same way as I do when performing, but I'm guessing you do.&nbsp; And if that's the case than I can see no other answer but yes.&nbsp; Please say your in, if for no other reason than getting out of this...hell hole.&nbsp; Because can you honestly say that you wish to continue living here, the way we all have been living?&nbsp; Wouldn't you rather start again, in the life we all once enjoyed?"<br><br>She looked down after speaking, not wanting to push her too much.&nbsp; She wanted to just show Viv that their life in the sky, was far better than now, and that any sacrifice would be worth taking up the mantle of the last laughs performers once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 04:40:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had already said she was in, and had seen no reason to change her mind, even if Alexa's incessant talking was beginning to wear a little thin.&nbsp; She agreed whole heartedly that getting away was necessary to her happiness, and the risk just didn't seem to out weigh the advantages.<br><strong><br>"Oui, oui, oui! I look forward to za trip, and seeing Amereeca!"<br></strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 05:04:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mab smiled widely and downed his drink along McAvery as he finished his third. Mab had expected to have to work harder to get his partners on board and he was very pleased that things had gone so well. He was feeling a little bit tipsy and a bit randy as well. He would have a lovely night with someone it was just an issue of who. <br><br>"Well then I say we toast to our freedom. I believe I can get this round." Mab said waving his hand at the bar keep. <br><br>With the sounds of great effort from the mechanisms below McAvery started to move. "Save the drinks for after I leave. Meet me at Duke's Passing outside of town tomorrow. I have already put things in motion. I am glad you folks said yes. Just remember don't open those crates. American is not that far away" <br><br>The gangster than turned to leave. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 05:24:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He would order himself a new drink as well. He hadn't exactly figured out that it wasn't his drink he grabbed earlier, but he had emptied it. So, there were no more drinks for him to be grabbing. Once his new drink arrived he would lift it forward for the main toast. "To freedom."<br><br>And then toward Alexa and Vivienne individually. "And to performers. And to America." He gave them both big grins before tilting his head back and draining his glass.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 05:35:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lifting the drink she had, she smiled and drank deeply from her glass.&nbsp; She was one to savor a glass of good alcohol, but since this was not particularly the best class of drink, she just let it slide down her throat.&nbsp; Laughing she lowers her glass to the table and just looks at everyone.&nbsp; She hoped the marrow would come soon, because she was itching to get out of town.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 07:00:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watch and wait.<br><br>Observe and know.<br><br>And never let anyone else know a damn thing about you.<br><br>Being a mysterious magician with an outrageous amounts of titles and nicknames who may or may not be in communication with dark spirits, who may or may not have magical powers and who had a shadowy past was a full time job.<br><br>David had been careful to not state his preference either way. He had raised the important question, received somewhat of a non-answer and brought along this little vote when it was needed. But his own opinion had been carefully guarded. He had more choice than most... he had found a niche within Dublin and lived a comfortable and easy existence. But that did not mean he enjoyed being tethered or his art restricted by these countless idiotic rules of morality. And he was as giddy as a schoolboy to see the colonies... although, of course, he'd never tell anyone that. No, he was David de Sabre, the Lord of Darkest Night, if he wished to see the colonies he would simply summon a ghost and ride their back to the New World.<br><br>So instead of setting own his own stall he observed everyone else.<br><br>Fredrick was well on his way to getting drunk and from the glitter in his eye it appeared he did not intend to wake up alone the next morning. Bob's glances to Alexa and Vivienne appeared to show he had the same intention. Of the ladies themselves Alexa just appeared desperate to get out of here... not the pub but the city itself and much the same for Vivienne. Whether they would fall victim to the charms of the men was another matter entirely. The Last Laugh was a cramped space where the crew would be in near constant close contact. Ill-will would quickly turn to full on dislike and while he did not believe any of the crew were the type to hold a grudge or to be particularly straitlaced about their partners, a spurned suitor would have to be observed closely.<br><br>When the toast came he would raise his glass, although no words passed his lips. Toasts and the easy camaraderie that came with them were not for him. Another sip of his wine... he was a far slower drinker than his companions... mystery didn't survive drunken outbursts and pounding headaches... and he went back to quietly observing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 12:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So," Mab said with an impish grin, "does everyone have sleeping arangements for the night. I have an apartment....with multiple beds so no worries there, if anyone needs to crash." <br><br>Mab does intend to bed tonight it was true but it did not have to be any of the crew. He knew that any romance with crew members would be handled with care. He was no fool. He had enough drama before they docked in Dublin. He had hooked up with another dancer who then wanted him all to herself. She should have known their was no containing Fredricks Mab but she didn't. By the end it hard turned ugly, thankfully Fae was not coming along on this trip. <br><br>Mab did add a quiet afterthought to his offer. "If you hear screams or moans coming from my room don't be alarmed and feel free to join in if you wish." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 16:13:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vivienne joined in the toast along with everyone else, and felt truly excited, and hopeful for the first time in months...perhaps years.&nbsp; Bob's sentiments mirrored hers, and she graced him with a lavish smile.<br><br>It had been a long day, and its toll was beginning to creep up on the young woman.&nbsp; When Mab offered his home to sleep in Vivienne was markedly relieved.&nbsp; Money right now needed to be saved, so any shelter she didn't have to pay for would be a godsend.&nbsp; But before she accepted his offer, she looked to Bob.<br><br>There were no ties between Vivienne and any of the other crew, no 'arrangements' had been made previously, and no one had indicated to her that they desired her company.&nbsp; It would have been nice to not need to make these decisions for herself, but it wasn't like the idea was foreign to her.&nbsp; No one else had been making them lo these many years.<br><br><strong>"I...would appreciate the shelter, Mab." </strong> Thankful for the option.&nbsp; That was until he mentioned the screams and moans, and offer to join his orgy.&nbsp; Again, not completely unaccustomed to such goings on, the idea of starting out on the journey like that wasn't very appealing.&nbsp; But then he hadn't demanded participation as part of the bargain, so she'd have good faith that his offer of 'sleeping' was sincere.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 19:40:16</strong>
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				She was contemplating taking up Mabs offer, it would be very useful as a hideaway, from who she was hiding from she was not yet ready to tell.<br><br><em>If he went to my apartment to look for me, I wouldn't be there, and If he did find me than...well I don't really want to think about it right now.</em><br><br>She was very discreet about her affairs, and she tended to sleep with men who wouldn't grow attached to her, but sometimes...there were one or two that wouldn't leave her alone.&nbsp; And Joseph was just such a man.&nbsp; An intimidating man of tall stature and a slim physique.&nbsp; He was her benefactor, and he liked to control every aspect of her life.&nbsp; Something she didn't mind, but sometimes...his jealousy would get out of control.&nbsp; Grimacing she looks away and her eyes fall on David.&nbsp; The magician.&nbsp; Smiling she raised her glass to her mouth and let her eyes travel down his form.&nbsp; Like Mab he was an attractive yet very odd man.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 20:56:50</strong>
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				Bob hadn't really thought about a place to stay. He usually managed, but he hadn't really been trying tonight. As far as he knew the plan was a midnight raid, which would give them all access to their original rooms. That not being the case he gave Mab a grin.<br><br>"How many beds do you have free? It's starting to look like the whole crew might take you up on that. Except perhaps Monsieur Lord of Darkness." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 23:42:16</strong>
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				Mab clapped his hands "Well then its settled. Lets have our drink and then retire to my place. We will celebrate our last day in this dirty pit. I have two beds and bedding enough for more. All joking aside the moaning and such can be optional." <br><br>Then he winked at everyone and called for Puck. The boy came forward having listened to the entire conversation. "what about you boy? Do you want to come with us to America." <br><br>Puck reached for a spare cup of ale that is half full and drinks it down. "Hell yes I want too" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 14:10:38</strong>
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				David felt Alexa’s eyes roll across him. It wasn’t a feeling he was unaccustomed to… he was a performer and half of the art of a magician was drawing attention to him. Or at least, to parts of him… misdirection, sleight of hand, letting the eyes go where he wanted them to, hiding the truth away, tightly concealed.<br><br>And maybe just a little bit of magic…<br><br>His own eyes turned to meet hers, his gaze always powerful, but now without the burning light that he used while performing. A slight smile would creep onto his features. He was not the only one who hid things. In that moment as he looked into her eyes he could tell. She was hiding something.<br><br>Not that the promise of mystery was the only thing that made him match her gaze. The change in the fragile 16 year old he had seen a decade ago to the 26 year old before him was staggering. There was still that hint of the ethereal about her, that little something that put her apart, but some of the naivety was lost. David was not sure if that was a blessing or a curse, but it was a necessity of survival. She still looked young… younger than her years… but was now certainly a woman.<br><br>Not that the Lord of Blackest Night could entertain such thoughts… obviously.<br><br>Bob’s voice drew him back, a slow turn of the head before addressing the group.<br><br><strong>“I believe I may well take up such an offer. It would be unseemly of me to bid farewell to the group, however briefly, considering we are only just reunited. I offer the hospitality of my carriage for the journey if it is needed.”</strong><br><br>He paused for a second, eyes leaving the group to roll over the pub itself.<br><br><strong>“But, my friends, to leave so soon would rob us of an opportunity. We are re-united together for this adventure, but let us remember why fate first put us here. We are performers, we are artists, we are talents. And here we have an audience… here we have a stage. Let us see if those gifts the fates blessed us with still exist, if we can adapt, if we can perform here, in this den of villainy. My friends, let us toast this moment with more than drink. Let us toast it with our gift, with our talent. Let tonight be the night when the Last Laugh first laugh’s again.” </strong> 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 19:59:59</strong>
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				Davids eyes had made her forget what they were talking about for a moment, but when David suggested they perform this night she got scared.&nbsp; She couldn't, it had been so long since she had last practiced.&nbsp; She had non of her aquipment, and to perform now without even a couple days of practice was dangerous.&nbsp; Not to mention that she didn't even have an apprentice to help her.&nbsp; <br><br>Biting her bottom lip she looks around at the table, knowing that they unlike her were not hindered by the same things that she had.&nbsp; Thinking quickly she knocks over her drink, spilling it's contents onto her dress.<br><br>"Oh um, excuse me please, while I go...take care of this."&nbsp; <br><br>Getting up she flees to the ladies room.&nbsp; Breathing hard as the door closes behind her.&nbsp; She didn't want to admit that she couldn't perform tonight, she didn't want them to think that she was dead weight on the crew.&nbsp; Not when given a week or two she could practice and get just as good as she was before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 20:07:17</strong>
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				Natural instincts, well, natural for Vivienne, kicked in and the young woman got up to go after Alexa.&nbsp; Not sure if she could do anything to help, but unable to pass up the opportunity, Vivienne entered the small alcove set aside for 'ladies' to refresh themselves should the need arise. Believing the types of ladies who frequented such an establishment, Vivienne guessed they often found themselves in need of refreshing, and not in the manner Alexa was now seeking.<br><br><strong>"Are you all right?&nbsp; Is zere anysing I can help you wiss?"<br></strong><br>It felt a little odd offering to assist someone she hadn't ever cared much for, but for the time being she felt it was necessary to put aside her issues, and try to get along at least.&nbsp; Having only one other woman on board was going to limit Vivienne's sources of confidence, and she figured she'd probably need at least one.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 20:13:42</strong>
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				Spinning about as Viv entered she tried to calm herself.&nbsp; It was only viv after all.<br><br><em>Does she know?&nbsp; Does she somehow know?&nbsp; and what if she does, she'll probably rub it in.</em><br><br>Taking a few deep breaths she walks over to a small table and turns back to Viv.<br><br>"Mmm nothing wrong really.&nbsp; I'm just not feeling myself right now....it's um a little embarassing really."<br><br>She hated admitting private things about herself but...<br><br>"I haven't had the oppertunity to perform in...quite a while now, and I can't perform tonight, not without proper preperation, practice and equipment.&nbsp; Non of which is in attendance this night."<br><br>She opens her hands, palm up in a gesture of helplessness.<br><br>"And I didn't want to let the others know.&nbsp; They would think I was dead weight or something."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 20:22:42</strong>
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				Immediately Vivienne felt the girl's pain, and put an arm around her shoulders in compassion, while waving off Alexa's comment as if it were utter nonsense.<br><br><strong>"Bah, zere is no need for such fears.&nbsp; Even those of us who have been working all along, are undoubtedly lacking, and will need time to rehearse."</strong><br><br>Giving Alexa a squeeze, Vivienne backed away just enough to give the woman space.<br><br><strong>"Bezides, I am much too tired to even attempt a show.&nbsp; Mab is crazy...Mab has always been crazy.&nbsp; If David wants to perform, let him...we'll watch."</strong><br><br>And that was exactly how Vivienne felt.&nbsp; Once they got back on the ship, got some practice time under their belts, there would be time to begin performing again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 20:30:10</strong>
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				It was a little odd to have another womens arm around her shoulders.&nbsp; No women had ever felt the need to do that before.&nbsp; But it felt comforting and nice.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Bah, zere is no need for such fears.&nbsp; Even those of us who have been working all along, are undoubtedly lacking, and will need time to rehearse."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>When Viv moved away, she felt both more comfortable, but sad at the lack of contact.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Bezides, I am much too tired to even attempt a show.&nbsp; Mab is crazy...Mab has always been crazy.&nbsp; If David wants to perform, let him...we'll watch."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A slight smile spread across her face.&nbsp; She felt relieved that she wouldn't be the only one not performing tonight, and that viv didn't think any less of her for not performing.&nbsp; Although she had thought that Viv had hated her a few moments before.<br><br>"Thank you Vivienne for being so understanding.&nbsp; It's...a little difficult for me to open up to other women, and...well thank you for being so kind."&nbsp; Taking stock of her surroundings her nose wrinkles in disgust.<br><br>"This...ladies room is well...disgusting isn't it?"&nbsp; She eyes a rather iminous stain on the wall and ceiling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 21:05:57</strong>
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				Shrugging, Vivienne guessed she had been a bit bitchy to Alexa, but old habits, and all that.<br><br><strong>"&nbsp; You are welcome, and I am zorry for being less than pleasant out there.&nbsp; I seem to recall being jealous of you when we were younger, and a leetle of that had held on.&nbsp; But zere is no need now, I know siss.&nbsp; You are you, and I am I, and we are deeferent.&nbsp; I am zinking we may need each other later, as... allies?&nbsp; So it ees better to reconcile old issues now, oui?"</strong><br><br>Because there appeared to be some element of danger with this new endeavor, who knew what might happen. It just seemed more prudent to Vivienne to not 'try' and make enemies.<br><br><strong>"And yes...lets join the others...zees place is most dégoûter."</strong><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 21:47:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking away from the stain, Alexa miles back at Vivienne.<br><br>"No it's completely fine.&nbsp; I'm used to women acting that way towards me.&nbsp; And from what I can see, there is no reason to have been jealous of me back when we where children, I always thought that you where luckier, you where...able to be open with others in a way I wasn't.&nbsp; I guess you can say I was a bit jealous to."<br><br>Laughing Alexa opens the door for viv to pass through.&nbsp; <br><br>"And you are correct, with all the upcoming...dangers we may come across, having allies is a very good thing to have."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 23:49:09</strong>
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				“But, my friends, to leave so soon would rob us of an opportunity. We are re-united together for this adventure, but let us remember why fate first put us here. We are performers, we are artists, we are talents. And here we have an audience… here we have a stage. Let us see if those gifts the fates blessed us with still exist, if we can adapt, if we can perform here, in this den of villainy. My friends, let us toast this moment with more than drink. Let us toast it with our gift, with our talent. Let tonight be the night when the Last Laugh first laugh’s again.” <br><br>Mab smiled like an imp. He thought that was a splendid idea and was about to say that when both ladies left. He looked to the other men and shrugged. "Opening night jitters perhaps. No matter. I will go up and change. It appears that the Lady will be at this table anyways Bobby my boy." <br><br>He got up and ran out of the bar. Most of his good dresses were back on the ship but he was sure he could work something out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 19:27:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite his reputation and the strong urge to do so, he had never taken the opportunity to look in on the ladies dresing room back when they performed. As such, he wasn't sure what sort of preparation it took. That was half the fun of it, the mystery. The ladies, including Mab, and of course David. They all had a bt of mystery that kept Bob looking for more.<br><br>Because of this, he was starting to get quite excited. It seemed to him that everyone was getting themselves prepared. For his part, he need but find someone to provide him with a length of rope, and a beautiful woman. He scanned the audience, who probably were unaware of the show they were about to be witness too.<br><br>"Seems you've come up with quite the idea David. A fitting start and a good way to get ourselves back into practice."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 19:59:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vivienne returned to the table feeling even better about the pending voyage, and adventure.&nbsp; She truly was glad she had put aside her silly childhood memories of Alexa, and made a point of extending her friendship.<br><br>But when she sat down again at the table, it was still with the notion that she would be retiring to bed soon, and that the idea of performing had been shot down.<br><br>So what had Bob so animated?<br><br><strong>"Have zee sleeping arrangements been resolved then?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 20:50:21</strong>
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				He stands as Vivienne approaches, smiling and taking a seat after she does. Then a slightly confused expression at her questioning. He thought that had been resolved before the ladies took to the restroom. <br><br>"Unless our show sparks some interest from the locals, I believe it has. We are all to crash with Mab. Who has gone off to dress himself for the part." He gives her a quick look. "You don't seem to have made any wardrobe changes. Prepared to perform in what you have?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 21:52:48</strong>
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				<strong>"Perform? Non...Alexa and I will enjoy you all if you choose to, but neither she nor I are prepared.&nbsp; And...zees place doesn't really seem appropriate.<br><br>When we are back on zee sheep, and have had time to clean up, and are ready to give a true audience our all, I will be happy to give zee performance of my life."</strong><br><br>Vivienne loved helping people, but that didn't mean she was a push over.&nbsp; Being responsible for herself all these years, had taught her if she didn't look out for her own best interests, there was no one else around to.<br><br>She also hoped Alexa wasn't upset by Vivienne including her name in her statement.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 23:04:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexa smiled at Vivienne, relieved that she had broached the subject of them not performing first.<br><br>"Yes,&nbsp; our performances take a lot of preperation, and this place is neither set up for it, and quite frankly tasteful enough for it."<br><br>She knew she sounded elitest, but it was the truth, she saw her performance as well as everyone elses as an art, and this place was filled with people who would not appreciate them as much as they could.<br><br>"But I would quite enjoy watching all of your performances tonight, if you all would grace Vivienne and I with such a gift of course."<br><br>Smiling she looks down at her glass and held her hands in her lap.&nbsp; The image of submissive beauty, and etheral womenhood.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 23:40:34</strong>
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				Bob looks over the two ladies with a bit of disappointment, and then nods softly. "You are right of course. Your performances are amazing, it would be shameful to deny you proper preparation. Even my performance doesn't have the right audience unless... hmm. I think&nbsp; I've come up with something. So long as the other fellows still want to go on, you two get to be front row for me."<br><br>He flashes a big smile and turns to David. Hopefully he can spark a conversation before any questions are asked as to why he was suddenly so eager for them to sit this one out. "What of you sir? Are the spirits on call for your bit in the show?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 13:41:31</strong>
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				David's eyes flickered back as the ladies returned, taking another sip of his wine, handle cradling the glass.<br><br><strong>"The twisted spirits of magic and mystery are always mine to command, be it for simple performance or plans of dark intent. It is a while since I have performed in surroundings such as these... I find myself looking forward to the moment."</strong><br><br>Another sip and his eyes roamed round the room, observing, noting, making plans for the performance to come.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 05:21:07</strong>
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				It took some work. Mab had to put together three different outfits to put together something. He had on a red sequence dress and a silk gown. He even found some purple feathers. Then he started to apply the makeup, and that was a lot of makeup. By the time he was done, he was no longer Fredricks Mab. He didn't even feel like old Mab. He was Lady Fyrefae now, the ball busting, heart breaker. The Lady blew a kiss to the mirror and then started downstairs. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 23:45:47</strong>
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				Bob caught of flash of something coming toward the bar. Something a lot flashier and exotic then anyone or anything already in attendance. It had to be Fyrefae. So Bob jumped up on the table they had been sitting at and cleared his throat loudly.<br><br>"Ladies and gentleman, my I have your attention please. I am not a wordsmith of any distinction, nor am I attuned to the world of the spirits. Yet, I stand here to honor a spirit who was gifted in how he spoke Pelucid Joss. Fortunately, for all his skill off stage, there is but one task he left in a lurch."<br>He started patting his legs in a bit of a drum roll.<br>"I introduce to you, an entity whose presence is an introduction in itself. The one and only Laaaadyyyyy Fyrefae!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 15:45:46</strong>
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				The Lady stormed into the club demanding the attention to all around. For those that knew who she really was it was obvious but to most in the club it was a total transformation. For those that knew them it was almost true. Mab was like a little imp, and imp that was always looking to get laid. Lady Fyrefae was a demanding, sometimes scary, goddess. <br><br>Even though this was not the kind of bar for such things the group all turned to her. She strode over to a nearby table walking on top of it and kicking aside a mug of ale in the process. Most nights that was enough of a brawl but the man didn't seem to mind. <br><strong>"Well hello and good evening Bangers and Hounds" the Lady says and barks after she says Hounds. "You sad fools are lucky enough to see the first performance of the returning Last Laugh and I expect you to enjoy it...or else. I will be your MC for the evening and if your extra nice I might sing you a little song. But first without further delay I present to you the most gifted and dangerous mage that prowls the streets of Dublin, David De Sabre.! </strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 19:35:22</strong>
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				It was hard to tell if the already dim lights fell slightly or if it was just perception.<br><br>That after all, was the heart of David’s trade,<br><br>Regardless, candles seemed to flicker, the light flowing and ebbing, almost a sense of palpable darkness falling across the room. The silence was deafening, eyes falling up David de Sabre… seemingly the only patron still bathed in any form of light. Slowly the chair was pushed back, the rasp of the feet scrapping against the floor and with slow deliberate movements the Lord of Blackest Night rose to his feet. His eyes blazed, a dark fire hidden deep within, a slight smile on his face. His steps were rhythmic, one following the other, the clip of his boots the soundtrack to the night.<br><br>He took the centre of the room, turning to see all his audience, to observe all who came before him. The cloak had remained away and David stood in a dark waistcoat, white puffy shirt, the half-mask he worse affixed to his face. He spoke, his voice loud, powerful and deep, reaching into the hearts of the audience.<br><br><strong>“My friends, let us begin with simplicity itself. Let us open our voyage beyond the dark gates with a single small step.”</strong><br><br>From within a breast pocket a pack of cards were pulled. David handled them with ease, flipping and twisting, shuffling and reshuffling with barely a glance before walking to a particularly viscous looking man and handing them to them.<br><br><strong>“As this man will soon attest, this is a completely untouched deck of cards, normal in every way. Feel free to observe, shuffle and touch them.”</strong><br><br>A slightly sarcastic glance from his new assistant, but the man worked on the card, cutting and shuffling, testing for bent corners before handing them back. David fanned them and turned to another patron.<br><br><strong>“Please, pick a card. Don’t show or tell me what it is, but you can show any of your friends if you wish. I will turn my head away so I can’t see. When you are content I will give the pack of cards to you. Put the card back in the pack and feel free to shuffle them again.”</strong><br><br>This happened, the man picking out a card, placing it back in, shuffling the pack before handing it to David.<br><br>The Five of Hearts.<br><br>David held the cards in his hand, faces away from him. He looked deeply into the cards then back to the man who had picked the card, to the cards, to the man again. The wait grew, moment by moment until, with a sudden burst of speed David hurled the cards in the opposite direction. Down they fluttered to the ground, but it was not there that David was directing attention. No, his finger was pointing beyond them, to a window at the back.<br><br><strong>“Is that your card good Sir?”</strong><br><br>And so the man rushed to the window, along with many of patrons, to see the card seemingly hanging on the window… on the outside of the window.<br><br>The Five of Hearts.<br><br>Gasps erupted, the standard “How the hell did he do that?”, nervous laughter, slight shock, the smile still playing on David’s lips. It was not a complex trick, not one of his spectacular ones… but it was a personal favourite.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 19:45:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bob had always loved this trick. He knew it wasn't particularly complicated. Knew that it was something of a parlor trick, that many of these men would probably be playing on each other in a few weeks time. Presumably after one of them beat the secret out of some lesser magician then David.<br><br>The thing Bob enjoyed most about this trick, was that it was part of David's show. Master of darkness. Consorter of spirits. Half-complaining about the simplicity and novelty of the magic he had been doing since they left the last laugh. Yet, here he was performing a card trick with glee. Well, as much glee as he ever showed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aysleen</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 19:59:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vivienne felt both relieved, and yet a little sad that she would not be participating in the show tonight.&nbsp; <br><br>She really didn't care at all about the patrons of the pub, other than those who sat at her table, but being one born to perform, even going a day or two without left her feeling a little antsy.&nbsp; But she felt she owed her support to Alexa as well, so she stuck to her guns.<br><br>Grinning when Mab, nay, Lady Fyrefae entered the pub, Vivienne sat back in her chair and was again reminded of the 'lady's' talents.&nbsp; It had been years since she'd laid eyes on the 'woman', but it now felt like yesterday.&nbsp; Hoping for a song later, her attentions were diverted to David, and a similar yet different awe filled Vivienne.<br><br>As she always did, she watched the man with rapt focus, trying to figure out just how he did things.&nbsp; Because she failed miserably at decoding his actions, Vivienne had never fallen in love with magic.&nbsp; First off, she knew nothing was truly magical, no matter how it looked, but when she couldn't decipher the man's actions, she just became frustrated.&nbsp; However, the fact that he had such a talent was something she could, and did appreciate.&nbsp; Any time anyone could pull an audience into their hands the way David did, Vivienne had to admire them ten fold. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 05:32:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clapping, Alexa is delighted by David's performance.&nbsp; She loved magic tricks, even more so because she knew they couldn't possibly be done by real magic.&nbsp; But to be honest she was really looking forward to seeing Lady Fyrefae perform.&nbsp; She always seemed to make the night a joyous one.<br><br>Her eyes leaving David's scan the crowd, seeing a rapt audience, and an atmosphere that had turned form drunken debauchery to one of mystery and the unknown.&nbsp; Her eyes once again looking towards David. <br><br><em>oh yeah this night was going to be a memorable one alright. </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 20:38:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Let us continue to keep it simple my friends. It is too nice a night for us to bring to dark spirits scrabbling at the doors, desperate to feast on what lies within. Do you have a coin good Sir? Have no fear, it will be returned to you?"</strong><br><br>David turned to another swarthy looking man, a single gloved hand extended. The patrons of the Bangers and Hounds were notoriously reluctant to part with cash, but the promise of another performance overcame that basic urge, and, with only a slight hesitation, a heavy silver coin was pressed into David's hand. He lifted the coin, twirling it in the air, letting the light glitter off it.<br><br><strong>"This is a coin, true and solid. There is no trickery in the coin. Now, my friend, will you sign it?"</strong><br><br>An ink pen seemed to appear in his hand, extended out to the patron. The man, a slightly confused look on his face, signed the coin, passing it back. Once more David raised it into the air, showing it to his audience.<br><br><strong>"Do you all see? Do you all see his signature upon the coin? Now, watch..."</strong><br><br>And he swallowed it.<br><br>The audience could see it in his mouth, see his throat work, see a sudden look of consternation on his face, almost pain, see a hand reach up to rest on his throat, slowly work down as his body shook, his hand moving to his shoulder. His other hand rolled his sleeve up, the pale flesh revealed in the light and there... right there... moving below the skin... the outline of the coin moving down his arm, buried deep within, down over the bicep, down his arm still, the audience pressing in to watch. Just above his wrist it stopped, pausing. David, with an uncomfortable look on his face, turned, showing any who had missed it, before snatching up a knife from a table. With a grimace he pushed the blade into the flesh of his arm, slicing down, blood seeping out as the blade cut into him. There were gasps and shouts as this man seemingly self-harmed, as he cut deeply in. David gasped, the knife placed down, and his free hand begans to squeeze the cut. The bulge from the coin moved, and suddenly it could be seen, slightly stained by blood, the tip appearing out the cut... then slowly it was forced out. David raised the coin, a few drops of blood falling down to stain the floor, the signature still clear to see. yet again cries and gasps arose as David smiled, even through the pain he must be feeling... musn't he?<br><br><strong>"Thanks you my friends. I will finish with one last act of mystery for your enjoyment."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 03:21:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Fyrefae who had sat down in the lap of a stranger to watch the show. She clapped and whistled at the first trick ignoring the nervous squirming of the man below her. By the end of the second trick she had jumped back up on the table hooting and hollaring. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: THE LAST LAUGH: BANGERS AND HOUNDS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 20:54:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew this was a trick. He knew David was playing with slight of hand and tricks of the eye, not that supernatural stuff. It was still excessively creepy to see the coin moving through his skin.<br><br>He also heard the words 'one last trick'. That was his cue to start searching around the bar for a few props. He already had a wonderful idea, he just had to make sure he had everything ready. Unfortunately, that meant he could only half-watch the lasy part of David's show.
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