As a hand collided with the wood of the study door, the resulting sound alerted Remy. His hand slipped into his coat pocket, pulling out the familiar gold time piece. A quick glance answered his question-Eight O'clock, perfect timing. Without permission, the unmistakable frame of Vespasian quickly filled the void in the doorway. The joy he was feeling seemed too radiant off of him and must have been contagious, since it caused a chesire like grin to grow on Remy.
"Very true and indeed I am. But, the search for this being will not be an easy one. They like you will be in their guise, but thankfully I have already found a solution to this problem. A simple scare tactic of mine should flush out any who are magically adept." The smile was now gone as Rembrandt pondered over his plan once more.
It was, but one of many steps to reclaim what once belonged to his family: sovereignty over Eudona. He had thrown this very large affair as a way to gather all of Eudona's high standing members of society. His original plan had been to kill everyone in one grand flame, but after one LONG debate, he was forced to take a more subtle approach. It had been made apparent to him that he was not the first to have a powerful visitor and although they weren't sure, there was a possibility that someone had equal or greater strength to his own. So the plan now, was to find those people and make them an enemy or ally.
"Alas, it is time for us to make our grand entrance, my good friend."
Like the flames in the fireplace, he rose up from the chair in which he sat. Once more he donned the expressionless white mask and moved towards the door. "So how do I look? Like royalty, yes?" His hands moved across the fabric of his suit, freeing it of any lent. Then with a simple gesture of his hand, the door before him swung open.
"Let’s go, we can't keep our guests waiting forever, now can we?"
Head held high, back straight, chest out, and hands neatly tucked behind him, Remy walked with a proud gait. It was now time for him to be the chameleon he was and change his colors. He was now a very prominent member of society, who had just thrown what would be one of Eudona's biggest gatherings this year. It required him to be very social, friendly person out to have fun as well shake a few hands and talk politics. All of which would be a second nature to him. Stopping at the top of the steps, he surveyed the party below.
"Surely this is a night to remember. For this is the beginning of what will be the end of the parliament!"
Rembrandt spoke with great excitement, but still only loud enough for a person within a hand's grasp to hear. If it were not for the mask that veiled his face, you would see his huge eyes and wide grin. Only one thought ran through his mind as he traversed down the steps.
Let the party begin.
"Very true and indeed I am. But, the search for this being will not be an easy one. They like you will be in their guise, but thankfully I have already found a solution to this problem. A simple scare tactic of mine should flush out any who are magically adept." The smile was now gone as Rembrandt pondered over his plan once more.
It was, but one of many steps to reclaim what once belonged to his family: sovereignty over Eudona. He had thrown this very large affair as a way to gather all of Eudona's high standing members of society. His original plan had been to kill everyone in one grand flame, but after one LONG debate, he was forced to take a more subtle approach. It had been made apparent to him that he was not the first to have a powerful visitor and although they weren't sure, there was a possibility that someone had equal or greater strength to his own. So the plan now, was to find those people and make them an enemy or ally.
"Alas, it is time for us to make our grand entrance, my good friend."
Like the flames in the fireplace, he rose up from the chair in which he sat. Once more he donned the expressionless white mask and moved towards the door. "So how do I look? Like royalty, yes?" His hands moved across the fabric of his suit, freeing it of any lent. Then with a simple gesture of his hand, the door before him swung open.
"Let’s go, we can't keep our guests waiting forever, now can we?"
Head held high, back straight, chest out, and hands neatly tucked behind him, Remy walked with a proud gait. It was now time for him to be the chameleon he was and change his colors. He was now a very prominent member of society, who had just thrown what would be one of Eudona's biggest gatherings this year. It required him to be very social, friendly person out to have fun as well shake a few hands and talk politics. All of which would be a second nature to him. Stopping at the top of the steps, he surveyed the party below.
"Surely this is a night to remember. For this is the beginning of what will be the end of the parliament!"
Rembrandt spoke with great excitement, but still only loud enough for a person within a hand's grasp to hear. If it were not for the mask that veiled his face, you would see his huge eyes and wide grin. Only one thought ran through his mind as he traversed down the steps.
Let the party begin.