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Blood and Lies

Travostee

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a part of Blood and Lies, by Dziva.

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Dziva holds sovereignty over Travostee, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Vivian [2] The Daughter
Rebecca Blackmore [1] This... isn't all that bad...
Katherine Donnell [1] Sure sir
Kamen Diamonte [0] "Life is short, and one must enjoy it's treasures to the fullest,"
Antonio [0] "Anything can be solved. Anything."
Samantha [0]
Lary Cassidase [0] "I'll make my final stand along your side."
Roxanne Mykeisha [0] "And so, what if? Just 'cause I predicted it doesn't mean I did it, my magic is real!"

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Vivian drank her cup of tea sedately. From her actions and appearance you would never think that her father had just been murdered. Yet he had, Mr. Fortunas had been murdered brutally in his own home. That she still lived there was something that people were finding extremely unnerving. Right now though the only thing on her mind was how delicious the tea was. Nothing was going to interrupt her enjoyment of the tea....

Except for that.

A scowl came across her face as the real world interrupted her. Quickly she replaced the horrible expression with a more pleasant, if somewhat neutral, one. Gently she put down her tea, checked herself in the mirror and then went to wait in the hallway. The carriage she had seen pull up to her home belonged to the police chief. Mr Elbas had said that he was to call today but she had quite hoped that he had forgotten. So she was going to talk with him in the hallway, no matter how improper that would be. Vivian stood there patiently for the chief to knock and for her butler to answer the door. When he saw her she nodded regally to him. "Mr Elbas." He nodded back to her as her butler took his coat and hat.

"Miss Fortunas. You look as lovely as ever." She smiled at the compliment even though she knew it was anything but. It was his way of disapproving of her mourning methods. Well, let him disapprove. Let the entire world disapprove. No one would tell her how to mourn her father. She was Vivian Eveline Fortunas after all, no one deserved to comment on her emotions.

"Surely compliments, despite how welcome they always are, are not your business here Mr Elbas. So please, get to the point." The police chief blinked and then cleared his throat with a cough.

"As you wish miss. As I am sure you know, the investigation into your father's death has lead to quite a few suspects. I have a detective coming to the house today, as well as all the suspects we have unearthed." Vivian chaffed at the fact that he was using her house as if he had the right to. Her eyes flashed dangerously but she forced herself to calm down. He was only doing his job after all.

"Very well. When will they be arriving?"

"Anytime now miss. Perhaps you can set up a room to house them all?"

"But of course." She clapped her hands and her butler came to her side. "Prepare the large south parlor will you? A fair amount of guests will be coming and they must be comfortable. Tea and snacks as well." He bowed and left to do as she asked. Vivian smiled at the chief and linked her arm with his. "Shall we wait for your guests Mr Elbas?" This was her house damnit and she would at least be he one to greet them. The fact that her father's murderer was among them did not faze her. She had no notion of who it was and wouldn't treat her guests horribly due to one person. No, that would never do. She led the way outside to the front steps to wait for the others with the chief.

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It was raining on the little road half a days ride from Travostee. Rebecca was sitting listless in the little carriage, well on her way home. That is, until she heard the sound of a galopping horse and the carriage stopped. Curiously she opened the door. The rider was wearing a police uniform, he quickly handed her a letter, then turned around and rode back towards the city.

She went back into the carriage, no need to get more wet than necessary. In spite of the grim message the letter was bearing, she couldn't help but smile. Looked she weren't going home soon anyway. She was to return to the mansion immediately, before reading on she open a small window in the front, telling her coachman to turn around and return the mansion. While the carriage turned around Rebecca sat back, continuing reading the letter. Mr. Fortunas, aka one of her farther's most important business partners, had been found dead, murdered in his office. Feeling a bit sorry for his daughter but really gleeful towards her farther she read on. The body had been found only a few moments before she'd left the mansion, therefore nobody had managed to tell her before the carriage had left the city. She folded the letter and put it back into the envelope. Being considered a suspect was a small price to pay compared to having to go home. She made herself comfortable in the seat. It would be half a day's ride back to the city too, meaning they wouldn't arrive before next morning. It wasn't long before she was sleeping peacefully.

The buzzing sound of the city woke her up as the little carriage entered the city gates. Opening one of the curtains she peaked out at the street and smiled. Busy farmers and traders all trying to make a living. A man skimming through some books, a women trying to pick out the best fruits to take home, a farmer trying to sell his goods to a grumpy man with a funny beard. Passing the city center, a lot of artists trying to earn money for food performing in front of crowds, kids trying to collect money from the audience in a little hat, Rebecca smiled amused, she could stare at this for eternity. Closing the curtain again she got a brush from her back, quickly getting her hair under control. a little change of plans wasn't gonna keep her from being presentable when arriving at somebody else's mansion.

Outside the mansion the carriage came to a halt. The coachman opened the door and Rebecca got out, noticing Vivian and an unknown man by the steps she put on a charming face and sweetened her voice, taking some quick steps toward the couple "good day Vivian, i feel sorry for your loss" Rebecca curtsied politely, but there was no sign of sorrow in her voice or expressions, at most a bit of pity. She stepped further towards the couple, looking at the man. "And who's the gentleman by your side Vivian?" Her interest quickly changed back to Vivian. "I spend the night in the carriage, is it perhaps possible to get a bath before doing whatever i'm here for?"




Katherine had been up early this morning as usual. Even if the old master was dead there was still duties to be fulfilled. At least until the investigations were done. After that, she'd probably leave it up to somebody else. She was hungry. And pale. Her breakfast had escaped her earlier, and she didn't have time to eat more as she had to clean up the mess. Also, the hallway had to be clean before lunch. Of course she was on time with that, she always was. Being done on time was rule number one. Even if it meant no breakfast.

When she had finally been done with the hallway and been ready to go eat the butler had come by. She was to prepare rooms for a lot of guests arriving very soon, while he'd take care of the parlor. Sighing, she hurried off, trying to ignore her tummy's protests. Hopefully she'd be able to fill it after this. With a lot of guests usually came good food, and with that, sweet leftovers. On the way to the room she passed a mirror and something caught her eye. She stopped and looked thoroughly at herself for the difference that she'd noticed. Her glance ended on her tummy. She blushed a bit, maybe a bit too many good leftovers recently... She shook her head and continued quickly down the corridor into the guest rooms.

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Roxanne rode in her carriage, counting money. Beside her on the seat was a letter. Her carriage was headed toward the mansion, previously owned by Mr. Kelvin Fortunas, a big buyer of hers, who coincidentally been murdered, sometime around or after she had met with him. Well, 'met with him' was really just saying less than what had really happend of course. Roxanne looked over to where the envelope was, to find a younger person than she reading it beside her. "Oh, good lord Lloyd! Why must you be so quiet like that." Lloyd only grinned. Was it weird to have a younger boyfriend? Roxanne didn't think so. "I heard you presented at Mystika's," Lloyd did a magic trick to make it look like his eye dropped from it's socket. Turning back toward her with his right eye closed, he presented a large black pearl in his hand and smiled. "Gross trick, but how pretty," Roxanne complimented, examining the pearl. Roxanne placed it in his hand and Lloyd, using a magic trick, pretended to put it back in his eye socket and openned his right eye. He pretty much made the thing dissapear.

"So," Lloyd said, "You're going to that place, huh?" "Yes," Roxanne replied, "I'm pretty sure they're just going to ask some questions, that's all." "Actually, considering it's an invitation as well," Lloyd pointed out, "It's probably suspicion, maybe even a house arrest." Roxanne thought about it for a bit, and then nodded. "Well, I'll go too," Lloyd said. "You aren't exactly invited," Roxanne replied. "Actually, I was there the day he was murdered, after you've been there, because I was looking for you. I wanted to ask Mr. Fortunas when you left, but his door was locked, so whether he was dead or alive at the time is unknown." Lloyd turned to Roxanne, "You didn't-" "No, of course not," Roxanne responded, "We did have a little fight, but I didn't kill him." "Roxanne," Lloyd told her, looking into her eyes, "You can share any secret to me," he then put on that cool charming look that Roxanne loved him for, "As I to you."

Soon the carriage had pulled up on front of the mansion.