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[Nicholette]

**London, England (French Revolutionary Period)**


Sophia-

It has been nearly three months and we've not heard a word from mother or father. I've searched everywhere, and I fear they have been arrested. If this is so, it is only a matter of time before they see the guillotine. I've been forced to put my search on hold for the time being, as things have grown far too dangerous in Paris to continue. I can't continue to put Lynn and the children at risk. I will send word again when I can. Promise me that you will stay safely hidden in London, Sophia...

Your brother, Peter


Sophia sighed and tucked the letter back into her bedside table drawer. It was the last letter she'd received from Peter, nearly a month ago. "You're going, aren't you? You promised me that Lady Cynster's ball would be the last time, Sophia.."Emma spoke from her position near the window. She'd been hired as Sophia's companion, but had turned out to be a dear friend, trustworthy and reliable when Sophia needed help with her schemes. Standing from the bed Sophia glanced toward the closed door of her bedroom,"I know Em, but I have no choice... We don't have enough money yet and I have to go. We're running out of time.." She glanced over her shoulder, trying to ignore the disapproving glare on Emma's face. "Just help me get ready, will you? And I'll need you to tell my aunt that I'm feeling ill again. It should buy me the rest of the night if we're lucky.." Emma rolled her eyes, "If we're lucky...you'll be caught and I won't have to worry about your suicidal mission..You are a Lady, not one a government agent.." Ignoring the comment, Sophia began to undress, pulling a heavy gown from the trunk at the foot of her bed...

**Later That Evening**

Oswald glanced over at the lovely young woman beside him in his carriage.. It had been pure luck to find such an intriguing young woman at Lady Hinsely's masquerade. And to think, she'd actually come onto him. "Are we almost there, Ossie? I do so hate to be kept waiting.." she purred, reaching over and brushing her gloved hand across his knee. He groaned and clasped her hand in his. "Just about, my dear...and don't worry, I-" but he was cut off as the carriage came to a stop and a footman yanked open the door to the carriage. "Here we are, sir.." Oswald made a note to fire the timely *happy spices* in the morning as he stepped out and helped his guest out of the carriage. He led her up the front steps and into the foyer, watching her every move hungrily. "Take me to the room you spend the most time in, Ossie... That way you can remember me often after I've gone.." she grinned from behind her glittering mask. Only a woman truly lacking in morals would have shown up to such a classy affair dressed as death itself. Her form sleeveless black ball gown had a dipping neckline that left the tops of her creamy white breasts exposed. The long, heavy silk skirts had been embroidered with detailed images of Satan's victims. Her hair was piled high atop her head in a fashionable style and the upper half of her delicate face was hidden beneath a black mask. She was the very picture of seduction, every man's fantasy... Quickly leading the young woman whose name he couldn't recall down the hall to his study, he pushed the door open and let her inside. She darted across the room to his desk, leaning with her back against it and beckoning him to come closer. Without hesitation, he crossed toward her, nearly crushing her against the desk in his eagerness. "Ah, my dear...I've waited all night for this.." he breathed huskily, reaching up to pluck her mask from her face. Before he could, however, she slipped away from him. "First, a toast...to us.." she picked up a bottle of whiskey from a silver serving tray and poured two glasses. She turned and handed one to him, smiling brightly. "I would much rather taste you, my dear..." But she insisted he drink, and so in one quick gulp he downed the glass and tossed it aside. He reached for the young lady again and she took off, darting around the edge of the desk playfully, giggling all the while. He gladly chased her, imagining all sorts of vile things that he would do to her once she'd been caught.. On his third trip around the desk however, the room began to spin.. He swayed once, twice..and fell to the floor. He gazed up at her, "What...have you done..to me..?" he slurred his words. Was that...a smile on her face? It was his last thought before he slipped out of consciousness...

Lord Oswald woke the next morning with a pounding headache. There was no sign of his companion from the previous night. It wasn't long before he made another startling discovery. His watch was missing...as were several other pieces of priceless jewelry that he'd been wearing...

((Feel free to skip time...and btw, Oswald is not intended to be a main character...))

[alakin1]

((Oooh...this looks interesting.))

*Paris, France (French Revolutionary Period)**

Lord Jacques Imichine and Lady Natalie Imichine darted across the streets, their loyal butler, Alphonse, following them. Lady Imichine kicked a puddle in a very un-lady-like way,
~To think that it should come to this, splashing in streets to escape those damned revolutionaries~ beside her her husband sniffed, disaprovingly as the kicked water splashed across his expensive shoes. They were still in their aristocratic clothes, making their flight very dangerous. Alphonse pointed at the gate out of Paris, they were fleeing to London, where they would stay until the end of this rediculous revolution. Breaking into an sprint, they hurried towards the gate, Lord Imichine lagged behind, he was never good at running, having spent most of his life in a cosy armchair ordering the servants around, Lady Imichine had prefered taking walks in the countryside, sometimes even running in it, when no one was around, a aristocrat like here seen running in the countryside like a common peasant wouldn't have been good for her relations to higher and posher acquaintances. Owing to her shoes, she fell over, her dress covered itself in the muck of the streets. Alphonse immediately rushed to her aid, pulling her up, she brushed some of the muck of her luxury dress,
"Merci Alphonse." ("Thank you Alphonse") Jacques sniffed again, showing his obvious displeasure of her falling and stalling them,
"Allons y, je vous en prie." ("I beg you, let's go.") The aristocratic lady nodded and continued towards the gate, which was only a few metres away. She had just arrived, Alphonse with her, fetching millions of things a day was good excercise, and Lord Imichine lagging behind again, when a cry was heard,
"Des aristocrats! Attrapez les! Attrapez les!" ("Some aristcrats! Catch them! Catch them!") a band of revolutionaries had seen them! Soon dozen or so filthy peasants Natalie gasped and ran through the gate, Alphonse still following her. Lord Imichine, however, had been a few metres behind, Natalie knew he'd been caught, even though she didn't look behind, from the cry of triumph spouted by the revolutionary scum. She ran through the outlying countryside around Paris, the coach that would take them to the boat to England should be just ahead, and, yes! There it was, a bit muddied but that was of no importance, she jumped, along with Alphonse, into the coach and slammed the door shut, then shouted,
"Je vous en prie! Allez y! Allez y! Ils sont apres nous!" ("I beg you! Go on! Go on! They're after us!") The coach lurched forward and she let a sigh of relief pass her lips. Then she held her head between her hands and began to weep, ~My life destroyed, my love caught and being forced to run to England. What could be worse?~

[Nicholette]

It had been another successful night.. After spending half the evening at the masquerade, Sophia had lured another wealthy target back to his home where she had quickly drugged and robbed him. A gold watch, two rings and a purse filled with coins. The man certainly had enough to spare, and besides, the money and jewels would be going to a good cause. After sneaking out of his house, she leapt into the waiting carriage and the driver took off down the street. It took the long way, to throw off anyone who may have been watching, before actually heading back toward Sophia's aunt's home, where Sophia lived. Sophia had bribed Emma to help her tonight, and together, the two of them had bribed one of the family driver's to bring a coach and keep his mouth shut about what he saw. It wasn't the first time they had used him like this, and he knew the drill by now...wait outside of the designated house, pick up Sophia and get home before anyone noticed.. Emma was sitting inside the carriage, helping Sophia to change out of the costume and into her night clothes. "Careful with the gown, Em... I can't afford to rip it.." As it was, half of the money she stole went toward buying the damned costumes.. Sophia didn't have anything nearly as extraordinary at home in her own closet. She'd had to give up that life of luxury when she fled from Paris to live with her aunt. Emma frowned, "I should burn them all and then maybe you would quit this foolishness.." she grumbled as she folded the gown neatly and shoved it into a bag. She helped to wash all of Sophia's makeup off and let her hair down after getting her into her night gown. By the time that they pulled up in front of Sophia's aunt's house, they looked as if they'd just crawled out of bed, which is exactly what they had been going for.. Together, they hurried inside and upstairs to their rooms and Sophia stuffed the costume into the trunk at the foot of her bed..

[alakin1]

*England (French Revolutionary period)*

Lady Natalie Imichine's coach trundled along the bumpy road, she had changed into something less luxurious and more comfortable, a simple white dress, with matching shoes and gloves. She had been asleep in coach for over five hours now, dreaming of her life back in Paris. The coach hit a hole in the road, breaking the wheel off and causing the coach to lurch into a stop. Lady Imichine was immediately awake,
"Alphonse? Qu'est qu'il a?" ("Alphonse what's wrong?") Outside, Alphonse inspected the carriage and sighed,
"La roue est casse, madame. Il faudra trouver une nouvelle." ("The wheel is broken madam. We'll need to find a new one.") Natalie also sighed, and looked out the window, there was a house not too far,
"Il y a une maison la bas. Crois tu qu'on pourra trouve une la?" ("There is a house over there. Do you think we could find one there?")
"Je ne sais pas." ("I don't know.")
"On peut toujour tenter notre chance. Allons y." ("We could always try. Let's go.")
"Non, reste ici, madame." ("No stay here, madam.")
"Je refuse de rester. Maintenant allons y." ("I refuse to stay. Now let's go.") She got out the coach and started towards the house, Aplhonse at her heels, like a loyal dog. She arrived at the door to the house in a few minutes, refusing Alphonse's continous offers to go while she waited in the coach, and knocked on the door, "Allo? Il y a..." then she remembered she was in England, not France and said, in a very bad English accent, "Hello? Iz ther' someone ther'?"