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- ║█⋮ROYAL FLUSH TERRITORY: COURTHOUSE ║█⋮".....He's tall...." ║█⋮KANA & CHASE > FEL
'Evangeline dear, time for you to sleep has come and gone. Why on Earth are you still awake and cutting sleep?’
It was merely a night before, Evangeline was once again cutting night oh so easily fluttering about in the study which she marked as hers with untidy paper littering the expensive carpets to embarrass them while the neatly kept libraries were stolen off their dignity by the hands of a night crawler. The elderly woman did not give the female the benefit of a knock upon the study doors and yet flowed into the room bringing a fresh breath of perspective upon the horrible mess she had created. For her at least, the young lady saw each and every pile of abandoned papers and discarded books as a new light of epiphany and so, did not show any reaction to the small gasp infront of the study door’s while Evangeline grew ever more restless for knowledge, abusing the arrival of lights emanating from the chamber stick that her dear grandmother held. Evangeline at the moment wanted to speak truthfully and blurt out that she did not need to sleep for she was coming closer and closer to solving a piece of the puzzle. She could but her grandmother was a stubborn old chit.
She was stubborn to bend Evangeline to her requests and sometimes, Evangeline bent to them out of love but not right now….
‘I will Grandmama, allow me to tidy up the storm I have created then I shall head up to my sleeping quarters.' Evangeline answered in a trance, her occupied emerald gems refusing to meet the inquisitive gaze of the old woman who had walked deeper into the chamber of dirt, the clacks of her heels were echoing in the rather opened room enough to alert Evangeline where her grandmother was while she was scurrying to corners, bringing up papers to her eyes in succession and when her heart had its fill, she would throw it away almost carelessly
‘Pray tell your old grandmother when? By God are you a man Evangeline? Have I not taught you manners or etiquettes? Dear oh dear, look at this mess! It is enough to give me a heart attack…..’
“I highly doubt it Grandmama, you are a strong woman, the clutter of measly paper won’t stir your heart~ why Grandmother do you doubt my womanly attitude? If you prefer I would batter my lashes at any lad that passes by and wear the most pompous dresses?”
“Watch that little mouth of yours missy, I raised your mother.”
“And a marvelous woman she was no doubt. Alas my father changed me for the better, say you what?”
And so, in the silence of the night, two tones of laughter bellowed in the study room alit by a few candles to show that Evangeline had finally arose from the corners of her room and approached the wise old lady. The two stood eye to eye as they laughed without care well, both had their delicate palms covering their open mouths as etiquette forced them so. They were ladies of a rich family background after all, the Devonshire house has always been deeply rooted with history. The appearance of the English mansion vouched for it so. The maids and butlers were sophisticated for they were expected to meet and serve rich gentlemen and ladies titled as lords and countesses of lands far away. Some may not even be titled but their family background would make them well-respected to step inside the ball rooms of the Devonshire house. But as days would pass......Evangeline was afraid that there were no longer be any lords or countess's that would dance in the ballrooms her grandmother adored.
“It seems you have won Grandmother. I would allow you the peace of mind that your mischievous little granddaughter would slumber as a babe.”
Evangeline’s smile would soon turn into a frown once her eyes would meet the saddened countenance of her grandmother, she did not seem satisfied with her assurance it would seem. But this time, it was the truth, she was not ready to fight a losing war with her grandmother upon this subject and so, Evangeline raked her fingers through her auburn head while opening her lips to assure the elder’s worries but she was cut short by the woman whose one hand upon her shoulder alarmed her and once it squeezed, Evangeline had to look away from small hand to the worried look of her grandmother, shocked to see that the woman was able to easily affect Evangeline’s hardened heart with the frown like smile that graced her expression. It was beautiful as it was painful for the next words of her grandmother took her off balance, which was very hard to achieve from an experienced detective
“My dear you must let this piece of history go. Your parents must be rolling in their graves from the vindictive emotions you hold,” an accusing hand pierced her sight, fingers curling under her chin to urge the girl to meet the wise woman’s gaze that once again…..melted her security with just a glance and a smile “Lassie, I do not know of the pain that haunts your heart still but as a late parent, I would not fancy my child rotting away her youth on some kind of game of cat and mouse……please understand little Fawn…..do not do this to yourself. I want to see you grow into a beautiful woman not some hollow shell of your beastly father.”
And so she finally heard the impulsive chuckle of her granddaughter to which she couldn't help but giggle along. With kind hands, the old woman tucked back a stray auburn strand behind both ears and planted a compassionate kiss upon the troubled lass’s forehead and so…..with a quiet adieu Evangeline was left alone in the study room. The click of the closed doors haunting the messy space and so Evangeline began to miss the kind tone of her grandmother reverberating in the eerily silent room. Taking a deep breath, Evangeline had just realized she did not move for several minutes since the warmth of her grandmother left her and so she cracked a smile, laughing internally at her loss of movements and actions from her closed brain. It was quite sardonic really. Here she was a young thing getting advice of life from her grandmother……it was as if their roles had switched.
She was supposed to be the young filly, filled with exuberance and unneeded optimism giving advice to her old grandmother who refused to taste the sins of a grand life. She was to say that it was not a sin to forget all inhibitions and fall asunder to the lusts of luxury. And here she was…….surrounded by papers, books and pictures. All for a mission to find the killers of her parents.
All for a way to avoid this Armageddon.
It was merely a night before, Evangeline was once again cutting night oh so easily fluttering about in the study which she marked as hers with untidy paper littering the expensive carpets to embarrass them while the neatly kept libraries were stolen off their dignity by the hands of a night crawler. The elderly woman did not give the female the benefit of a knock upon the study doors and yet flowed into the room bringing a fresh breath of perspective upon the horrible mess she had created. For her at least, the young lady saw each and every pile of abandoned papers and discarded books as a new light of epiphany and so, did not show any reaction to the small gasp infront of the study door’s while Evangeline grew ever more restless for knowledge, abusing the arrival of lights emanating from the chamber stick that her dear grandmother held. Evangeline at the moment wanted to speak truthfully and blurt out that she did not need to sleep for she was coming closer and closer to solving a piece of the puzzle. She could but her grandmother was a stubborn old chit.
She was stubborn to bend Evangeline to her requests and sometimes, Evangeline bent to them out of love but not right now….
‘I will Grandmama, allow me to tidy up the storm I have created then I shall head up to my sleeping quarters.' Evangeline answered in a trance, her occupied emerald gems refusing to meet the inquisitive gaze of the old woman who had walked deeper into the chamber of dirt, the clacks of her heels were echoing in the rather opened room enough to alert Evangeline where her grandmother was while she was scurrying to corners, bringing up papers to her eyes in succession and when her heart had its fill, she would throw it away almost carelessly
‘Pray tell your old grandmother when? By God are you a man Evangeline? Have I not taught you manners or etiquettes? Dear oh dear, look at this mess! It is enough to give me a heart attack…..’
“I highly doubt it Grandmama, you are a strong woman, the clutter of measly paper won’t stir your heart~ why Grandmother do you doubt my womanly attitude? If you prefer I would batter my lashes at any lad that passes by and wear the most pompous dresses?”
“Watch that little mouth of yours missy, I raised your mother.”
“And a marvelous woman she was no doubt. Alas my father changed me for the better, say you what?”
And so, in the silence of the night, two tones of laughter bellowed in the study room alit by a few candles to show that Evangeline had finally arose from the corners of her room and approached the wise old lady. The two stood eye to eye as they laughed without care well, both had their delicate palms covering their open mouths as etiquette forced them so. They were ladies of a rich family background after all, the Devonshire house has always been deeply rooted with history. The appearance of the English mansion vouched for it so. The maids and butlers were sophisticated for they were expected to meet and serve rich gentlemen and ladies titled as lords and countesses of lands far away. Some may not even be titled but their family background would make them well-respected to step inside the ball rooms of the Devonshire house. But as days would pass......Evangeline was afraid that there were no longer be any lords or countess's that would dance in the ballrooms her grandmother adored.
“It seems you have won Grandmother. I would allow you the peace of mind that your mischievous little granddaughter would slumber as a babe.”
Evangeline’s smile would soon turn into a frown once her eyes would meet the saddened countenance of her grandmother, she did not seem satisfied with her assurance it would seem. But this time, it was the truth, she was not ready to fight a losing war with her grandmother upon this subject and so, Evangeline raked her fingers through her auburn head while opening her lips to assure the elder’s worries but she was cut short by the woman whose one hand upon her shoulder alarmed her and once it squeezed, Evangeline had to look away from small hand to the worried look of her grandmother, shocked to see that the woman was able to easily affect Evangeline’s hardened heart with the frown like smile that graced her expression. It was beautiful as it was painful for the next words of her grandmother took her off balance, which was very hard to achieve from an experienced detective
“My dear you must let this piece of history go. Your parents must be rolling in their graves from the vindictive emotions you hold,” an accusing hand pierced her sight, fingers curling under her chin to urge the girl to meet the wise woman’s gaze that once again…..melted her security with just a glance and a smile “Lassie, I do not know of the pain that haunts your heart still but as a late parent, I would not fancy my child rotting away her youth on some kind of game of cat and mouse……please understand little Fawn…..do not do this to yourself. I want to see you grow into a beautiful woman not some hollow shell of your beastly father.”
And so she finally heard the impulsive chuckle of her granddaughter to which she couldn't help but giggle along. With kind hands, the old woman tucked back a stray auburn strand behind both ears and planted a compassionate kiss upon the troubled lass’s forehead and so…..with a quiet adieu Evangeline was left alone in the study room. The click of the closed doors haunting the messy space and so Evangeline began to miss the kind tone of her grandmother reverberating in the eerily silent room. Taking a deep breath, Evangeline had just realized she did not move for several minutes since the warmth of her grandmother left her and so she cracked a smile, laughing internally at her loss of movements and actions from her closed brain. It was quite sardonic really. Here she was a young thing getting advice of life from her grandmother……it was as if their roles had switched.
She was supposed to be the young filly, filled with exuberance and unneeded optimism giving advice to her old grandmother who refused to taste the sins of a grand life. She was to say that it was not a sin to forget all inhibitions and fall asunder to the lusts of luxury. And here she was…….surrounded by papers, books and pictures. All for a mission to find the killers of her parents.
All for a way to avoid this Armageddon.
She needed to redeem herself in some way so….killing those who killed her parents would be the first step? But sometimes, she feels as if she should have listened to her dear grandmother…..and been there for her when she fell to the virus.
So here stood the figure of a lone lady, armed in a high tech bow that seemed to slightly illuminate in the gloomy environment giving the area sorts of a melancholic beauty. The bow string pulsated as if matching the calm exterior of the user who had the bow strapped around them diagonally with a quiver hanging off their left hip therefore showing rather openly of their major hand. The silent lady stood in a desolate land where ruined papers and dissolving leaflets were fluttering about where only her quiver sang and the wind roared.
Underneath the heaps of sand and rubble were extravagant tiles that could make one assume of the rich history before the oblivion that fell upon the land. Acres ahead the land was struck with the same oblivion that plagued the room where the stranger stood. Except, the room could be labelled as a study of sorts for there were fallen heaps of dissolved book cases and piles of disregarded books. Head bowed and face obscured by a mask of a pulsating crimson glow. The dull green eyes were the only humane character that was visible underneath the shadows of the hood that attempted to veil the unusual green strands that seemed to flutter through the cloth.
And so, there came a mechanic breathing of sorts and it was from no other benefactor but the ominous girl who seemed all too distracted by a small pendant in hand.
With just a gentle press, the pendent clicked open to reveal the features of a young woman sitting upon a chair where as she was embellished in a regal gown of her stature. Hair pinned up in a complex style with curls falling to compliment her strict beauty, the stranger did nothing more but felt her eyebrows fall relax. Closing the damaged pendent, the girl rubbed the gold pendent upon her dark hoodie and wore the pendent across slender neck releasing the tuft of green hair that flowed happily in the cold wind that brought a warning of snow. The clouds were silent, sharing the despair and rising emotions that bubbled inside the chest of the young girl who read the initials on the back of the gold pendent
‘M.D’
“Morgana Devonshire…..,” Evangeline gave no regards to the chill of the howling winds when her eyes burnt, soon her vision grew blurry till she could no longer read nor see the woman who sat in the pendant’s chamber “I’ll bring you justice grandmother, I’ll bring you all justice…..”
The huffed mechanical voice lingered in the cold air, her lips began to quiver as she hurriedly stuffed the pendent down her shirt. But it was not from the cold dear no, the picture along with the sentimental treasure she found from the ruins that was once her grandmother’s mansion and abode brought the sensitive girl to tears. Regardless, her own pride was resolute as it steeled her heart and mind so she may never shed a tear. No, the luxury of crying was taken from her for if the world see her crying, there was no better death wish that such weakness.
“By my Father’s name, Kingsley…..I will not cry until I have reached my goals.”
With that said, the heavy combat boots of the girl grumbled as they stepped upon the crushed glass and papers afterwards, in a flash of blues, the girl vanished leaving behind a sound of what may be similar to the sound of a concussive blast of wind while the crumbling papers cried and danced in the cold winds, fluttering upon the grounds to rest.
"Out of ******** respect for Evangeline and Royal Flush, I'll ******** overlook this and agree to an extent. While I am ******** out here, I'll keep a ******** eye out for you, but I'll kill you all the same for coming near my home."
“Remind me why aren’t you like those old people that keep young miscreants off their property?,” Evangeline spoke when Kana seemed to have calmed down, the girl with the unusual green hair approached the duo with a lazy expression gracing her pale features as she lowered her hood only to allow her hair the freedom to flutter in the cold winds
“Yo. I see that Kana has brought us a good weather~ and people say she is bad luck and a pain, a whole lot of codswallop I say! Anyways sorry Im late, I went to exercise and scout the territory.”
The heavy boots of the female came to a rest beside Chase and facing the ominous turret of Kana’s beastly tank. Giving both of them a zealous two fingered salute, the young woman took hold of her hips and looked about the courthouse, her tone no longer holding the sarcastic tinge it once held to humor the soldier……which she knew would never calm the Dragon. Therefore, without giving Kana the chance to throw a shoe at her way or some other painful projectile, Evangeline continued with honest curiosity
“So, since I see you two standing here bickering, I assume that Zeph has given some mission?,” Looking back at Kana standing oh so mightily on her grand turret Evangeline spoke with an eyebrow raised “Orrrr is there something you want to fix around here? Wasn’t the electricity already taken care off?”
Shifting her weight to one leg, her hip swayed to a side all the while crossing her arms across her chest. The movement caused the weapons upon her being to jingle and sing seeming far from dangerous yet, those around her knew that when Evangeline mounted an arrow to the quiver the girl can become a master marksmen. Ofcourse with that said, Evangeline was awfully young and rather, unfitting for the role and rumors that are spread about her. Master Assassin to a Godly Archer. Of course you wouldn't imagine Evangeline’s face when such words are spoken? Such looks were blessed from birth and the latter, due to her childish countenance and a façade of bright emotions which she upholds when around strangers. Ofcourse, Evangeline never likes to be unserious or extroverted……in a situation where death is peeking from every corner…..Evangeline would rather show the world who she is.
But. To get what she wants. To lead the Royals to victory. She must be clever and patient about it. Hence the reason why she roams the streets with a ghastly gas mask on. Speaking about gas masks….
Evangeline tilted her head back so it would rest upon her shoulder so she could have a burly man in her view. He had a good height on him which complimented his burly body shape yet the most distracting feature about him was that gas mask, since he was wearing it Evangeline deduced that he was dependent on it. Which he was. Evangeline knew who Fel was, he was some sort of mercenary who had a business relation with Zeph so, many times Evangeline saw his familiar face in the halls and streets of their territory. Giving him lazy two fingered salute, Evangeline raised her head then turned to see if Zeph was present on the courtroom’s stairs.
‘That idiot.’
Sighing, Evangeline placed her palm on Chase’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. In reality, she planted a microchip on him. Lord forbid if she wanted to spy on him, the action was done to keep tabs on his location so if his distress level was to rise, Evangeline could locate him easily if she wanted to. Ofcourse if he was with Kana, he wouldn't need her but counter measures are always appreciated by her. Pointing at the burly man behind them with her thumb Evangeline continued in a bored tone
“I will go and escort Fel inside, our ‘King’ seems to have forgotten his potential business venture,” Rolling her eyes, Evangeline crossed her arms and continued “I swear he needs a good secretary than whores….Anywho, I’ll catch up to you guys later.”
Turning her back on the two, Evangeline once again vanished leaving in her wake subtle lights of blue that lasted for seconds and in a single blink of an eye, they could see Evangeline behind the burly man. Seemingly unthreatened by his ominous presence, Evangeline kept the pleasant countenance about her as she looked up to face the tall man
“Weclome to our….errr…humble abode,” Raking her fingers through her short hair Evangeline sighed only to continue rather normally “Did Zeph call you for business purposes? I apologize if he is making you wait…..he is rather busy these days, I am sure you understand.”
