Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-108.193.29.120-20150326212553/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150414160524


 * As the sun begins to lower on the horizon, Luica's thoughts drift back to the lynx she got a glimpse at earlier- and then drifted to what would appear to be a sword's scabbard at his waist. A sword would certainly be useful  in defending against whoever her attmpted assassins were.... perhaps she could get it somehow. Of course, first she'd have to figure out where he was staying.... maybe she could grab it while he was sleeping. Since he was on his way to the castle, perhaps that was where his quarters were.*

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 * As night begins, Lucia slips out of the house- although not without quite a bit of dispute with Hugo. The body-guard finally gave in, although to say he was happy about the matter was a falsehood. Having donned an old, black cloak she found lying around- another unintentional blessing left behind by the owners of the abandoned house- she climbed up onto the roof and begin moving from one to another. Soon the castle was before her, standing in its medieval grandeur. Careful to evade the guards, she noticed an open balcony- a rather regal looking one at that. Perhaps a risky entrance, but an entrance nonetheless. Soon she was over the railing and silently sneaking into some sort of bedchamber- perhaps the one for the royals. Who knows? Her eyes are suddenly drawn to a sword lying on two props- a katana by the look of it. She silently approaches the sheathed blade, giving it a small look-over. It wasn't the most conventional sword, but a sword's a sword after all. Slowly she reached for it, picking it up in its sheath. With a quick glance around the empty bed-chamber, she quietly begins to slide the blade out of its sheath- and a rather unexpected noise blasts throughout the room, only to leave silence- although such a silence is quickly broken by angry shouts and cries of alarm. Oh dear.

Lucia quickly gets out to the balcony, getting over the railing and descending back down the way she came up. Soon it's up another wall, over, and down again- a  few shouts confirm her fears- she's been spotted. She quickly attempts to dodge into one of the various back-alleys- with some success. Granted they'll still be looking about, but she was out of sight. That was something, right? Another peek at the blade revealed that the sound wasn't being made like before, which was also certainly something to be grateful for.

After moving through a series of back-alleys, Lucia sneaks back to the abandoned house from before and slips in, making her way to "her" bedroom. Hugo simply gives the sword a good looking over from afar as she passes him. Soon she takes off the robe and once again looks at the sword. Thinking better than to leave it out in the open, she hides it under the bed-cushion. Soon her thoughts begain to comfort her worries of being caught. After all, the cloak would've hidden her appearance, so they couldn't identify her out-of-robe as it were. They weren't able to follow her either- another stroke of luck. Everything would be fine... hopefully. Little does she know of the wrath she has stirred up- that of the sword's proper owner.*