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 The Vanity Fair, [Open RP setting]
FITZ KREINER
 Posted: Sep 5 2014, 03:26 PM
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"Madame, I can assure you, it was merely just an accident. The little blue figure you see there is from a planet where robots are not common...if anything this is his first time seeing such a technological wonder. As for the boy-" he said with a small gesture towards Fitz's direction. "How can you say he has poor dress sense? He is clearly dressed in a fashion that is supposed to call back to Sol 3's British popular crowds around the latter half of the 20th century. The fact that he's recreated such an outfit flawlessly should be testament enough of the man's sense and knowledge of fashion!"


"Too right!" Fitz agreed, feeling triumphant. At least someone here appreciated him. He looked at the woman with his chin up in a stubborn stance, as if to say, 'told you so!' He put a hand through his hair and straitened out his clothing, vindicated.

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Rob:
“We dinna ken anythin'!” he shouted at them. "It's mistaken identity! It's no' oour fault! We wuz only standing there an' someone else did it and ran awa'!"


The guards and the woman briefly looked around for the source of the loud squalling yell. The Judoon guard looked down, one ear twitching, but it may have been a ventriloquist's act for all they found the source, initially. When the trio finally did spot the tiny blue man, the woman's eyes widened and the guards both looked down comically, trying to get a good view on Rob.

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Master:
He placed a hand on the woman's computer pad and lowered it, to ensure her undivided attention was on the Master.

"I can assure you madame..." he began, and then the tone of his voice changed. It sounded hypnotic, mesmerizing as he slowed the speed of his speech and enunciated each word perfectly.

"Everything is quite normal. There is no need to arrest us. You have given us an adequately stern warning, and this situation will not happen again. We are free to enjoy the rest of our stay."


The angry woman looked to the Master, away from Fitz and looking for the sudden fount of poor excuses, a grave misstep on her part. At first, her mouth opened as if to carry on her angry tirade. But slowly her face softened and her arms dropped to her side as the Master put out an arm and carried it downwards.

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Rob:
"We wuz misunderstood when we was wee bairns!" yelled Rob Anybody, helpfully continuing his litany of Useful Excuses When Caught Breaking The Law. "Ye're only picking on us 'cause Ah'm blue! We always get blamed for everythin'! The polis hate us! We wasna even in the country!”


The woman dropped the pad onto the ground, the steno-pen limply hanging in her clutches. She was nodding to the Master. The Judoon guards exchanged a very confused glance,one snorting and shuffling from foot to heavy foot.

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Never one to miss a heaven-sent opportunity, Rob took advantage of the lull in proceedings to stab the nearest Judoon in the foot.


There was a loud grunt of angry pain from the nearest guard to Rob. Kicking out instinctively, the guard send a chunk of debris flying at the wall where it stuck. The second guard brought out a stun baton and waved it menacingly. The woman, for her part did not even blink. Blandly, she put up one arm and snapped her fingers. "They are free to go and enjoy the rest of their stay. After thorough investigation, charges are dropped."

The Judoon that had been stabbed between his toes began speaking in angry short bursts. "Stabbed me in the foot. New charges! Assaulting a peace keeper."

"Charges have been dropped, after investigation. They are free to go and enjoy their stay." The woman repeated, to the ire of her guards.

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Schala:
"I wanted to go to an opera! Now look at what's going on!"


Fitz blinked, looking back at Schala. She'd tried to move herself away and get out of the mess but it didn't look like she'd succeeded. "Looks like we still got a chance." Then he looked back at the man who was talking to the woman. Funny business, that. And not the ha-ha kind.

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THE MASTER
 Posted: Sep 11 2014, 05:57 PM
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The Master turned towards Schala and Fitz, and began to walk away from the Judoon and the woman he was speaking to. It seemed the little one will be more trouble than he's worth.

"Shall we proceed to the opera then?" he asked. He reached down and picked up Shadow. "I believe it could be starting soon."
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ROB ANYBODY
 Posted: Sep 12 2014, 05:26 PM
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"Shall we proceed to the opera then?" he asked. He reached down and picked up Shadow. "I believe it could be starting soon."

Rob watched the Master walk calmly away with some astonishment. The initial reaction to his attack on the horned creature's foot had been gratifying enough, with plenty of angry grunting and snorting and yelling from both the injured guard and his comrade. At the time, it had seemed like an exceptional fight was brewing, much to the Feegle's delight.

But then the strangely blank-eyed woman had smoothed it all over, as though nothing Rob had done mattered.

He scowled deeply. The black-dressed bogle was practising some sort of magic, that was clear. Maybe what Granny Weatherwax, the Hag o' Hags, called 'headology', back on the Disc. He shuddered at the thought.

For a moment, he considered vanishing back into the crowd and leaving them to it. But the truth was, up until now, he had been feeling achingly lonely without his brothers around him. The Nac Mac Feegle are a communal people by nature and being alone didn't suit him at all. Bigjobs weren't his preferred choice of companion, but they were better than nothing.

Making his decision, he sheathed his sword and somersaulted back up on to the tray that Fitz still held.

A gonnagle, a hag and a bogle, he thought ruefully to himself. He supposed it was possible for a Feegle to have stranger travelling companions...but he wasn't sure he had ever heard of one that had.

“Weeeel, come on then, lad!” he urged, sitting cross-legged on the tray and folding his arms. “Ye dinna wish tae miss the op-er-y, do ye?”

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SCHALA ZEAL
 Posted: Sep 26 2014, 08:02 PM
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"Looks like we still got a chance." Fitz spoke up.

Schala finally resigned to her fate being stuck with these people, not that she minded. At least Fitz and the mysterious man were decent enough as is. They were her type. Even then, they were all pretty eager to head over to the opera. Which was good enough for her.

"Shall we proceed to the opera then?" he asked. He reached down and picked up Shadow. "I believe it could be starting soon."

"Yes please." Schala nodded, grabbing Fitz's arm and, like any lady, taking it. Unfortunately for Fitz he had no say in it.

"Lead the way."
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FITZ KREINER
 Posted: Sep 27 2014, 01:11 PM
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"Shall we proceed to the opera then?" he asked. He reached down and picked up Shadow. "I believe it could be starting soon."


"Yeah, let's go. Before they find something else to try to pin on us," Fitz replied.

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Making his decision, he sheathed his sword and somersaulted back up on to the tray that Fitz still held...“Weeeel, come on then, lad!” he urged, sitting cross-legged on the tray and folding his arms. “Ye dinna wish tae miss the op-er-y, do ye?”


"Tray's not coming with, doubt it's got a ticket," Fitz said, looking down at the feegle. "Better get a better seat, taxi service's leaving." He reached out and put the tray on a counter after giving the little guy a moment to figure out what he was going to do with himself.

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"Yes please." Schala nodded, grabbing Fitz's arm and, like any lady, taking it. Unfortunately for Fitz he had no say in it. "Lead the way.


He wasn't about to complain about a pretty girl on his arm. Especially one he'd been trying to chat up before all these other people showed up to ruin it. He smiled at her. He might still be a bit peckish but at least he had a date. "Ready when you lot are."

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THE MASTER
 Posted: Oct 28 2014, 09:14 AM
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And so the Master lead their group to the private booth he had reserved, Shadow following along by Schala's legs if she didn't already pick him up to carry him there. By the time they arrived to their booth, the opera was already starting. There were complimentary programs already within the booth.

"One of the ambassadors at this gathering, a prince actually, will be playing the leading role in tonight's performance," the Master explained. "The civilization that this opera originates from, and his own, have been preparing for war for some time now. His majesty, ever the theater lover, wished to perform in an attempt to not only ease tensions but make things easier for a peace treaty that will be negotiated later tonight."

It was starting. It was almost time. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
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ROB ANYBODY
 Posted: Nov 21 2014, 06:10 PM
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"Tray's not coming with, doubt it's got a ticket," Fitz said, looking down at the Feegle. "Better get a better seat, taxi service's leaving."

Rob grumbled for a moment. He'd made himself very comfortable on the tray and had no particular inclination to move. However, it quickly became apparent that Fitz intended to replace the tray on one of the counters, and if Rob didn't shift himself, he was going to get left behind.

“All right, all right, laddie, dinnae get ye're knickers in a knot!”
he growled.

Leaping from the tray, he snatched on to the material of Fitz's jacket sleeve and climbed upwards with all the speed and agility of a monkey, until he reached the man's shoulder. On Fitz's other side, the blue-haired hag took his arm, obviously expecting him to escort her.

"Ready when you lot are." Fitz said.

Rob tugged sharply at the young man's ear, to indicate his own readiness. “Onward, gonnagle! Death or glory!”

As the group moved forward, the black-dressed bogle started droning on about the opera. To Rob, the words came across something like, “Blah blah blah...prince...blah blah blah...war.”

War? Rob's ears pricked up with sudden interest. Now they were talking! Perhaps this opera might be worth seeing after all.

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