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Who: Everyone.
What: The Longcoats are leaving
Where: the ball
When: 11:30
That pointless waste of a dance was finally over, and the younger princess did not suspect a thing. He'd dared to speak a bit with her, though apparently not enough to give himself away, and her guards, while suspicious of everyone whom they did not know, could not very well do anything for a little dance. Now that the music to the waltz had stopped and several couples broke apart , looking for a new dance partner for the next one, Zero crossed the room with one goal: Azkadellia.
He knew she would not be the same as before, if she would recognize him at all, but he wanted to introduce himself to the new Azkadellia. She would be a disappointment, he knew that too, but whisking her sister and her out of the ballroom at this time would be perfect... revenge, of sorts. The royal family would never be the same again. Dawson and Ransom knew of the new change in plans, they should have alerted the others, and he caught the fae at the last second to speak with her as well. Nothing could go wrong now. The guards wouldn't dare shoot at him if it meant taking the life of one of the O.Z.'s princesses, after all. How tragic...
Zero approached the woman, standing alone by the table where the fae had stolen the son of a bitch Cain runt away from her, a small smirk painted on his face. She wouldn't recognize him yet, and he wouldn't speak until she was safely in his grasp. Then, all he needed was a second to pull the gun to her head.
As long as the others remembered their jobs, kidnapping DG, and making a clear getaway, then the plan would work. It had to work, because Zero could not see it failing.
What: The Longcoats are leaving
Where: the ball
When: 11:30
That pointless waste of a dance was finally over, and the younger princess did not suspect a thing. He'd dared to speak a bit with her, though apparently not enough to give himself away, and her guards, while suspicious of everyone whom they did not know, could not very well do anything for a little dance. Now that the music to the waltz had stopped and several couples broke apart , looking for a new dance partner for the next one, Zero crossed the room with one goal: Azkadellia.
He knew she would not be the same as before, if she would recognize him at all, but he wanted to introduce himself to the new Azkadellia. She would be a disappointment, he knew that too, but whisking her sister and her out of the ballroom at this time would be perfect... revenge, of sorts. The royal family would never be the same again. Dawson and Ransom knew of the new change in plans, they should have alerted the others, and he caught the fae at the last second to speak with her as well. Nothing could go wrong now. The guards wouldn't dare shoot at him if it meant taking the life of one of the O.Z.'s princesses, after all. How tragic...
Zero approached the woman, standing alone by the table where the fae had stolen the son of a bitch Cain runt away from her, a small smirk painted on his face. She wouldn't recognize him yet, and he wouldn't speak until she was safely in his grasp. Then, all he needed was a second to pull the gun to her head.
As long as the others remembered their jobs, kidnapping DG, and making a clear getaway, then the plan would work. It had to work, because Zero could not see it failing.