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[impure_tale]

It didn't work last time either, you know.

[Private to Iago]

Iago, my treasure. It would seem that we need to have a word, and I would prefer to do this in private.

(ooc: It didn't occur to me until now that there might be an issue with the Marquis being purposefully publicly blunt as per usual. Please someone IM me if that is the case. If not, he's

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[darknessb4me]

[This is the sound of a lock being forced. Crack.]

[impure_tale]

[Immediately Renate begins to bark loudly, so even if the Marquis hadn't heard the lock (which he did), her sudden alertness is enough to have him on his guard. The Marquis sets his quill pen down and rises from his desk, guardedly making his way toward the front room where (stupid idea on his part), his weapon also happens to be.]

[darknessb4me]

[The door opens so hard it bounces back off the wall, but by that time Arthas is already out of the way and swinging a chair leg at the Marquis' head.]

[impure_tale]

[The Marquis is only quick enough to throw up an arm to block the attack, and hearing an audible snap he collapses as his dog leaps at his attacker, snarling. He is stunned, but immediately scrambling for where he knows his gun to be.]

[Spam Placeholder for Iago -- After the attack]

[impure_tale]

[The Marquis lies prone and gagged on the floor, though he doesn't appear to be bound in any other place. His right arm lies at an ill angle, and there is blood on the floor, coming from a wound in his back. Renate is dead on the floor close by.]

[Spam]

[inhumandog]

[Rather than reply to the Marquis, Iago, bored, simply headed down the hallway, whistling softly to himself. However, when he opened the door to the Marquis room, the sight that met his eyes actually broke through the calm exterior he typically had. He mentally balked at the sight, seeing Renate first and then the Marquis. Thinking him dead as well, Iago knelt down, undoing the gag and putting his hand against his cheek.]

[Spam]

[impure_tale]

[His cheek is warm, and he comes out of whatever glazed-over trance he was in and gasps awake] Nnoo --

[Spam]

[inhumandog]

[Iago jerked back a bit, as he hadn't been expecting the Marquis to answer. Thinking it must be some trick, he eased a bit closer and swallowed hard.]

No...what?

[cannot answer, as the Marquis' journal has been snapped in half]

[impure_tale]