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Fredrick's hands froze part way through completing the collar button of his regal attire. Immediately his lips pulled tight, creasing into a frown, then proceeding into a scowl as Lucian continued. The Master of Brackengard Castle had his back turned to the Butler, and he made no attempt to change this fact. With slow, purposeful steps he strode to the window, eyes narrowing into a fierce glare directed for the moment at the outside world. At the same time the glint of the windows changed, the glass almost seeming to rise up and glare back into the castle...a phenomenon which would quickly spread to the remainder of the building. Be it torch or candle, anything which cast light would seem to dim, causing everything object within the Castle to cast a sinister shadow.

Brackengard said nothing, continuing to look out the window as he pondered what to do about this...pest problem.

The silence went on for several more moments, and then the candles flickered. The Castles features returned to their natural state, as if all that had occurred was no more then a trick of the light. When Fredrick turned to Lucian, it was wearing a smile, a wicked, devious smile. "He wishes to stay? Then we shall allow him..." Fredrick said, his voice smooth and calm, he almost seemed to purr "...but, he'll be made to work for it. He shall work directly under you Lucian, and shall attend to all the most vile tasks you can find for him."

"I had to borrow them form Nona... I'm sure she'll understand though." Arisa replied as the door closed behind her. "I also brought some tea for you, M'lady. I wasn't sure what you liked so I brough what small samplings we have here."
Arisa set down the tray in front of Luckette and poured her a cup of hot water. The guest could chose the tea and the amount of sugar she wished for, Abigail could mix and steap the tea that she wanted while Arisa dressed the wounds after the herbs. She brushed her skirt under her backside before she sat down to prepare the herbs. With morter and a pestal she began to grind the leaves into a fine powder before adding some water to make it a paste. She stayed quiet for the most part, she knew that Abigail hated the silence so she was sure that the two of them had started a conversation before she interupted them. She had no need to but into a conversation already in progress... she would likely have little to add anyway. She too, had noted the odd underclothing that the young lady had under her shirt. She made no mention of it though, perfering to keep a Ladies unmentionables out of the conversation all together. A lady must have class, despite her rank within the household. Luckette would probably learn quickly that Arisa was the quiet one, she had learned from the Masters... teachings... not to speak unless spoke too, after that it had become more habit or even a sign of withdrawl into her own psyche. The soft grinding was all the noise that she was making at the moment.

Thomas had found himself in a hall of tapestries.
"These tapestries... are old as ********. If they were larpers, or whatever, they'd probably try to get this s**t repaired, or something. Or maybe they're trying to keep it as authentic as possible, in which case, they wouldn't unless they could find the proper materials and be certain that a piece of art was something they could repair, so that doesn't really prove much of anything at all. Let's look behind the artwork to see if there are any secret passages."
He investigated all of the tapestries to find not a single hidden hallway.
"Huh. Well, best foot forward and all that."

(Dude I think you play him perfectly ;3 And DUDE thanks for mentioning Nona ^ ~^ I was so happy you did you have no idea~~~ Sorry for taking so lost to post too)

"Heh..time to give our guest the grand welcome.." A mischievous boy chuckled, hiding behind one of the walls. Hearing his words as they echoed closer....he readied himself and soon..soon enough...

.......Thomas would hear a snap as he walked, suddenly a rope snagging his ankle and hoisting him up into the air-now caught in Spike's trap! The boy chuckling to himself as he tied the other end of the rope to a nearby statue to hold him up there. "Made it myself, kewl don't ya think? Name's Spike! Heh, and you're now answering to me!" He said proudly, puffing up his chest as he talked to Thomas. Looking up at him with a big grin as he hung there helpless to his trap. "And what be your name, hm? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huuuuuhhhhhh?" Purposely repeating himself to annoy the man as he poked at Thomas's forehead with a wooden sword.

(This isn't godmod....soooooo MUAHAHAHAHAHA...Ahem. Sorry, couldn't resist)



Meanwhile, at the garden of the fair castle, a young woman was tending to its flowers and may other extraordinary plants. "Oooo...the Master must be pleased about something~ You guy are at your best bloom yet----" But, she had to pause at her statement. As soon as she spoke so, they started to droop. "Oh! Oh! No--no dying now! Come, come, show me that beauty of yours!" The woman panicked, quickly going all over the garden tending each one. Moving the water with her hands as she attempted to divide it up with each plant. Come up! Damn it Lucian, just pet him and give him a treat already!! She thought grumbling within her mind, attempting to make sure the Master's mood didn't kill one of her precious plants. Eventually, after several moments, the plants returned to their orginal state. With a heavy sigh, the woman sat. Her eyes staring down at the garden's pond to help ease her own mood.

Recalling that she needed to tend to her herbs as well, she went to where she usually stored them. Though, noticed some was missing. The girls must have gotten them, but why? Could it be why the Master is so pleased? She thought, looking back to her garden. Giving a whistle as the watering cans previously spread out now rose into the air. "You guys know what to do while I'm gone, not one dead-yahear?" She said strictly, waving her finger to empthize. The watering cans seemingly nodding as they watered the plants that needed more watering. With that, Nona left the garden to find the two maids she came to know so well during her own service at the castle.

(Btw, for those of who hasn't guessed or simply haven't read my profiles, the two are mother and son. The mother died during birth of son, yet the mystery is....who is the father? Dun dun dunnnnnnn)

((I think I'm gonna make that Lucian's thing. "I'm just a humble butler." *goes to horribly murder people on behalf of Frederick*))

"Unfortunately I'm afraid I must put a kink in both of your plans." Lucian said as his footsteps neared the two boys. "Do let him down, Sebastian. As much as it displeases me, this man is an honored guest of Master Brackengard, and you should show him proper respect." he said, though there was a hint of sarcasm to his voice as if he and Frederick were playing a cruel joke on Thomas, which they were, in a way. He didn't care much for the boy and his little pranks and schemes, but he was a minor annoyance at best, and all he could really do was shoo him away inform Nona to scold him later.

((And the father's LUCIAN. Jk!))

(I so can see that! 'Lucian-go kill the town next to us they play their music far too loudly for my taste' 'Yes, sir *bows before leaving* WACK WACK SLASH *screams in background'....'hour later he returns' 'I do say sir, your work always is such a mess to clean up' *points to bloody clothes* 'Oh, just toss them into the laundry.. Those girls will find some way to get those stains out' xDDDDDD Instantly popped into my head at the thought ^)

Spike grunted as the man refused to be his. "Hey ********..? a*****e? What words are those?" He says now rubbing his head, looking at him strangely. Poking the man more since he poked him. "You should talk to one of the maids to teach you English, speaking such nonsense." He said chuckling, never once hearing such words in his life. Though, once the butler came up from behind he started to whine. "Hey! I told you, I'm Spike! S-P-I-K-E!!!" He said, spelling out the name for Lucian. Hating how he called him Sebastian in the first place. Yet, as the man spoke, he glanced over towards him. "'Pft! As if I would use it for someone who refused their King. I captured you, you should be my servant. No fair that I have to call him Master and he has all the servants." He complained, whining more. Though his mind wondered as those two words came up in his mind. "Lucian...this man says really strange things. Does everyone say '********' and a**....what was it...a*****e where he comes from?" He asks, now suddenly innocent as he questioned the two words.

Bad you Cussing in front of a kid! XD He's around..uhmm...10 or 12..more 10 though lol)

Thomas groaned. "No." He said to the butler.
"I refuse to submit to the authority of an acting troupe, or, in the case that you are in fact a ghost, which I doubt, the authority of a dead feudal leader." He turned to Spike.
"Boy. Spike. You enjoy pulling these pranks?"

(Torn between jerkass, or bigger jerkass. I'm obviously going to use elements of the Unfettered, but how big of a jerkass should Thomas be?)