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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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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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Alois watched the man, waiting for him to snap on him like he did the door but it looked like he was trying to exercise restraint. That smile didn't reach the man's eyes. What little you could see of his eyes.
"Yes of course, sir"
He strode down the corridor with confidence despite internally lacking it, making certain to take dainty, ladylike steps. A servants performance would reflect poorly on his or her master. Perhaps he was starting to get a little too much into his role.
"I'm not at liberty to say that either, I'm here merely to instruct the guests and serve them," Thankfully, the parlor lay just through the next door. Chairs invited the guests to take a load off and although it was sparsely decorated it was setup for company.
"Right in here. Please make yourself comfortable. I will inform the other servants of your arrival. Is there anything you require?".
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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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The walk to the parlor had been decidedly quiet. It didn't necessarily mean anything but it was a bit dull. He didn't know anything about this guy and he could honestly care less. He was just someone to toy with until Alois got bored and moved on. He still needed to find his own way out of this maze.
"What is it?" He asked swiftly, trying to be an attentive servant. "The truth?". He was unable to mask the initial look of surprise. The man had seen through the disguise so easily.
"Whatever do you mean?" He drew and index finger to his lips and feigned innocence.
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"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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Alois frowned as his lie was discovered. He really didn't need the recap of his own actions. " A parlor". Hadn't this guy ever seen a parlor before? They weren't so unusual. "So what if I haven't?" A wry smile,"I just didn't want to be alone". Or...something like that. "Can you really blame me?".
It was going to take a lot to intimidate the boy at this point. Having met a much more despicable person in the past. He was still under the impression that if he called for his butler.. Claude would appear. That gave him more confidence.
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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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"Unless I thought you would refuse...." That was plausible wasn't it? Getting flustered Alois flung his arms to his sides. " How would I know that? I don't know anything about you... other than you have questionable fashion sense..". Regaining his composure he folded his arms across his chest. "So ... just who are you anyway? What do you know about this place?". One of them had to know something right? They couldn't have both wandered carelessly into a strange house. Right?
"Wherever this is....... they could really use some servants..." The dust and the cobwebs were hard to miss. Though in his own house... they didn't always remove spider webs that was for an entirely different reason.
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"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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"Don't flatter yourself... I've seen far more convincing costumes than that get up, "Alois retorted tiring of the charade himself. He didn't take the threats anymore seriously then he took the guys outfit. If this idiot even tried to lay a finger on him, he'd be in for a world of hurt. or so Alois thought. Alois paced the room a bit running a finger over a long table. Lifting it up he grimaced at the amount of dust he had collected.
"Is that--" He trailed off as Midnighter already answered his question. "Have you been suffering from delusions long? You say that as if Victorian's houses aren't common.... she is still the reigning queen....".
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"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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Alois hadn't heard a more half-hearted "god bless the queen" before. Not that he truly cared about that either. What did the Queen do to inspire such adulation from her people anyway. Its not like she was all that relevant or important in his life. He secretly despised how much attention others received when he'd been denied it for so long. It was 1888 in his time and the queen was near the end of her reign. Not that the boy didn't ever suffer from delusions mind you...
The fact that Alois had annoyed Midnighter to any degree amused him endlessly. Taking a step backwards when Midnighter reached for something, possibly a weapon-- he never expected such a show of speed. There was the fear that even one of those shuriken might strike him but none did. Looking over his shoulder, he could clearly see the precision of the throws.
Okay-- so Midnighter suddenly got a little more interesting. He turned back towards the man and didn't react probably how any normal kid would. He was smirking and looking pleased with the display. "So you aren't just all talk..." --but he had no doubt that his butler could repeat such a feat. It did make him question whether or not this guy was human.
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The Midnighter grinned at the maid's reaction. Perfect. At this point, he's going to take any sort of small amusement he can get, because who the hell knows when he'd get it again. He should probably have felt bad that he threw deadly weapons at a kid, but whatever.
"Guys don't dress up like this unless they're more than talk. And those that do are pretty much 6 feet under because they're all fucking stupid and deserved what they got." He grinned a little.
Interesting, he was beginning to see the real side of the other person in the room instead of the persona they were trying so hard (too hard) to portray. He knew enough not to bring it to the maid's attention to see how long it would last.
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Alois could easily share the feeling of indifference towards those in power. It had been the previous Earl Trancy that had abused his power and position and ruined what was left of his miserable little life-- not that it had been that stellar before but it was the series of incidents that really threw him over the edge. There was some irony that the Queen Victoria of his time did have someone in her employ just to address cases that the police were unable to solve; through less than legal means.
Another sentiment the too shared. That was precisely why Alois had lied to the guy in the first place, to snatch a few moments of amusement.
"You could have just been going to a costume ball," He replied eluding to what was occurring in his own time. If he was offended by the course language the boy didn't show it. It was nothing he hadn't heard before.
Alois walked over to the embedded shuriken and roughly yanked one out of the wall... looking over his shoulder at Midnighter, he drew one of the blades over his tongue and he slightly lowered his eyelids. "So are you a "good" guy or a bad guy...?".
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Though Alois couldn't see it from underneath the cowl, an eyebrow shot in the air as the maid glanced back at him while playing with one of his shuriken. Was he... fuck, he totally was, wasn't he? Seriously?
"I'm a married guy. A not interested, non-pedophile, married guy."
If Apollo ever heard about this he'd be a dead man, even if it wasn't his fault in the slightest.
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"I can hear that now.." Based on the way the man spoke alone, it was obvious that he would never be invited to an upper class affair. How pathetic was he? Always going around wearing a mask like it was perfectly normal and with some strange handle to go with it. Alois didn't buy it for a minute that Midnighter was a real name. He did however wonder...what was behind the mask.
He chuckled lightly, just seeing how uncomfortable he was making Midnighter. Who knew that a simple morality question could cause such anxiety.
"I don't see your wife here...." He smiled though there was a portion of him that appreciated the assertion that he was not a pedophile.Still holding on to the shuriken he glided over to Midnighter and placed a hand down on both chair arms.
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"Don't matter to me. And sorry kid, but I'm completely devoted to my husband."
You're officially too close, Mr. maid. Midnighter goes to grab at your hair and attempts to tug you away from him with it.
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