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[emo_git_usurper]

Who: Alois Trancy
Where: The Entry Way
When: Day 001
What: After all the preparations for his costume ball, and his very important guest...... this is the last place the young Earl expected to frind himself.
Warnings: PG-13; Crossdrossing, Etc.

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[grouchinleather]

The Midnighter walks through one those doors--the parlor door to be exact--to see what else was in this stupid house. He'd already tried calling for the Carrier Door, which didn't show up no matter how many times he called for it. And really, there were only so many times a grown man could yell "door" at the air before he had to question his own sanity. That left the more traditional ways of leaving a house. The windows were the first thing he checked, and none of the fucking glass in the house broke (a fact he learned after nearly breaking his hand), that left the most boring option of all: the front door.

Only he didn't make it as far as the front door, because he instead came face to face with some kid in a costume. Was that supposed to be a maid costume or something?

"Kid, you're in the way. Move."

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[grouchinleather]

What the fuck kind of house was this? Did people actually talk like that anymore, or was whoever owned this fucking place have a kink for incredibly old-fashioned maid-speak

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[grouchinleather]

You've gotta be... Midnighter took a deep breath. Will not threaten a child... Will not threaten a child... Why was nothing in his life easy? After a second deep breath, he managed to quell his temper enough to force a smile, though it was all teeth and no emotion.

"Lead the way."

The quicker he met the guy (he wouldn't have ruled out the "master" being a woman except that the maid had said "he") in charge, the quicker he can beat the shit out of him and go home.

"And just who all is missing?" Other than everyone, by the looks of it.

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[grouchinleather]

Midnighter kept quiet as the kid lead the way, his eyes glued to him as he moved. Something seemed... off, and he wasn't about to lose whatever it scratching at the back of his mind trying to tell him... something... by drawing his attention away from it by talking.

He sat at a chair at random, not really caring about comfort, and looked at the maid with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, actually there is. It's called the truth--you familiar with it?"

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[grouchinleather]

There it was. The hesitation. It was all he needed to know that he was right.

"Don't lie, you've never been here before." Midnighter's lips twisted into a smirk. "You kept hesitating like you might make a mistake, and you seemed a little too relieved to see 'your own' living room. Den? What the fuck ever."

He knows there's something else, he just doesn't know what. Here's to hoping good old fashioned intimidation brings the rest of it out. So Alois, your crossdressing secret is safe for now.

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[grouchinleather]

"Nah, it's not that simple. If it was, you would have just asked me to stay with you." Midnighter hated having to play detective. This really wasn't his forte. But at the same time, he didn't want some punk-ass kid get the better of him, either. "I know I don't have the most respectable looking face around, but I'm not the type to abandon some kid in this hellhole."

Come on... come on... He didn't have the time or patience to sit here all day until this kid cracked. Midnighter would rather not turn to violence, but if his patience ran out... he just might.

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[grouchinleather]

Midnighter rubbed at his eyes with gloved fingers. This kid has got to be shitting him. "Yes, because clearly baiting the big, scary, leather man who knows a million ways to maim and/or kill you into thinking you have some sort of information is just a brilliant strategy. I'll make sure to follow you into a fight, kid." He rubbed at his eyes some more before taking a deep breath and sitting up in his seat. He was certain there was something else, but the "maid" turned the subject to something a bit more important.

"The name's the Midnighter. No I don't got another name, so don't ask. And all I know is one minute I got up for something to drink, the next I was in this dust-ridden Victorian house from hell."

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[grouchinleather]

Okay, the maid's from an Earth alternate. Between not recognizing him on sight and saying that Queen Victoria's either pushing 200 or it's 1860, it's the only thing that makes sense. Unless the kid was actually the one suffering from delusions. Midnighter wasn't prepared to rule that one out just yet.

"Yeah, sure, God Bless the Queen."

He wasn't, however, going to stand for his good reputation being tarnished by some prepubescent child. He can handle his (after all, his daughter did it on a fairly regular basis), but to be considered tame... tame. The Midnighter reached into his coat and pulled out several of his spade-shaped shuriken, which he tossed in rapid-fire succession at the maid. Don't worry, he wasn't aiming for Alois, just around Alois, and hoping to take out a couple strands of hair in the process. You can check out your silohette in the wall behind you when he's done.

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