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Who: Madame Red and YOU!
When: July 23rd, evening
Where: The plaza, near the coral!
Style: Action to begin with, but willing to do prose.
Status: Open to everyone!

[Angelina wonders if she lost her way in London after Elizabeth Stride. Did she pass out, anyway? She can't remember how she ended up soaking wet in something else than blood... She notices Grell is not around. If she was here, she would be making a scandal of having her red outfit ruined. Angelina's was ruined already anyway.

Fortunately, she still carries a bloody scalpel with her. As she looks around, she realizes she is in a dome underwater. How did she get here, anyway? Where is this place? She can only be wary as she takes a few steps away from the Plaza. Even though her fine clothes are dripping wet, she holds herself in an elegant manner that makes her look sophisticated. Anyone who happens to see her would realize she's an aristocrat. Quite an outdated one, by modern standards, of course. Just before anyone shows up, she manages to stash the scalpel inside her sleeve.]

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[Grell stick her hip out some, her hand firmly placed on it as she stares at the lady.]

Madam, I have not been a butler in some time. In fact, I have not seen you in as much time as I have not been a butler.

[She starts to walk around the scarlet lady, still very much wearing the jacket taken from her bleeding dead body. In fact there are times where she still swears that she can smell the blood of Angelina on it.]

Which lady was this blood from? Our first? Your last? [She licks her teeth and lips.]

Oh? Interesting... Last I remember, you were still at my service. And still the worst butler I have ever known...

[She watches Grell walking around her, ever keeping in mind how dangerous the reaper can be. Her smirk widens at his question.]

It is from our third, in fact. Though I believe those women can hardly be called ladies...

I have not been your butler in some time, madam.

[She gazes upon her, eyes and lips in a deep smirk. Oh to know that she was only one murder away from her own death. A shine glinted in the corner of her eye.]

No... They cannot be called ladies for the monstrous thing they did.

No? [Looks thoughtful.] I thought we had a good business relationship, Grell...

[Of course she doesn't know she will die soon in her own world.]

Isn't that why we kill them? But anyway... What happened just now? This is definitely not London...

There are... circumstances that bring about the end of our relationship, madam.

[She gazes upon her. Her former "employer" really doesn't know. This could be rather interesting for her.]

It is not London, nor is it our time. You, madam, were brought to a bubble under the water known as Vatheon. We're guinea pigs of sorts for an entity known as the coral.

I see... Could it be that you finally got bored with me?

[Nope, she doesn't.]

It does seem like a very strange place, but I had no idea how much... [From where she is, she can see the coral.] You mean that coral or was it a metaphor?

[She chooses not to answer the first question. She'd find out soon enough. She's surprised the madam doctor hasn't noticed the jacket draped over her elbows.]

I do mean that coral. Every week or so you have to touch it to regain your energy - but you'll figure that out. However because of the coral, there is no death - at least no true death.

[She keeps looking at the coral and then she looks at her again.]

You mean those who die here come back to life?

[And only now she notices the red jacket that is too small for Grell.] Grell... Explain... Why are you wearing my jacket?

Edited 2012-07-29 18:18 (UTC)

In five days after they're "killed," yes.

[She looks at the jacket.] Oh this? This was a bit of a... parting gift of sorts.

[She'll file away the Vatheon-death information for later.]

What exactly do you mean by "parting gift"?

I mean exactly what I say madam. It was a parting gift.

[Glares at him.]

Did you kill me?

[And the looks of shock appears on her face.]

Why madam! You dare accuse me of causing the end of our relationship? I dare say you need give me grounds on which this falsehood enters your mind!

[Looks at him skeptically.]

Well, I'm quite sure I can't trust what you say. But the truth will come out eventually... I'm just sure I wasn't ready to part with that coat.

Why can't you trust what I say? After all, we were business partners. No, you weren't ready to part with the coat. However you wished to give me something to remember you by and the coat was the one item I could do so. You were reluctant, but in the end you did give it to me.

[No, she still doesn't believe you.]

Why would I have wanted to end our partnership? We were doing well so far...

An incident occurs that makes it difficult for us to continue our partnership. We really were doing well. We were able to fool nearly everyone... [She looks to the side sadly.] Everyone, except for two...

[She sighs. She can guess who those two were. If they happen to have been brought here, she will question them too.]

Well, that has no importance right now.

No... It does not.

Then we shall not linger over that topic for now. But I must say, that coat is too small for you.

Which is why I wear it over my elbows. It's quite a nice style if I do say so myself.

[Smirks.]

Of course you say it yourself, my dear. Otherwise you'd have to accept it doesn't fit you.