Quest - Take A Deep Breath

The morning breeze that fluttered through the streets of Stokbon, sent a certain felis into a state of bliss. Her tail fluttering and her ears perked, listening to the murmur of the voices blurring together as one. If the felis were to focus on a single voice, she would have been able to pick up almost every conversation. The sun was still quite low into the sky, dawn having just passed by. A certain sound, blasted through the air, raising the arms on the felis' arms, the sharp yet gentle red gaze scanned towards the origin of the sound. In front of her stood a rather tall and circular building. It was near the center of the town, a rather large sign, matching the building ratio size, with bold words that read 'The Shining Theater'. With a tilt of her own head, Ilya took a small step forward before taking the step back again as the doors flew open. A rather short and stout human man walked out, his eyes landing on Ilya. "You! You are perfect!" Without knowing what was going on, Ilya started to be dragged inside the boisterous theater. "You must be!" It was not long before Ilya was thrown into a rather small room, various faerin gathering around her, changing her and putting makeup on her face. They tucked her tail in and hid her ears, leaving her look as if she were a human. However, she did not... By glancing into the mirror, Ilya deducted that she looked more like an undead police officer.

After the faerin left the room, the pudgy man returned, "You are my new actress.. or.. actor.. You are playing Investigator Rottingstrade. An undead police officer who brings cases to Sherlock Bones to trump over the other law enforcers. You need to remember these names. It will all be an improvised play. There is a culprit who is bringing the dead back to life, and Sherdock Bones is trying to figure out who it is and stop him." Without a second thought the man handed her a pamphlet. "Five minutes till call... Everyone is already in the audience. Just memorize the names, and do everything right. If you manage to somehow persuade the audience, then you will get a reward."

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Upon having glanced through the pamphlet numerous times in the small allotted time, Ilya still had no ideas as to what was going on.. Five minutes passed, and a crew member slid into the room, "You best limp like an undead..." It was the fact that Ilya had been rather walking normally as she was about to take to the stage that the man had told her this. Nodding her head, Ilya knew that the only way out of this was to just perform... Might as well get it over with.. As she had been thinking, a hand reached out and shoved her out of the curtain. Stumbling, Ilya made her entrance on to the stage... The audience erupting into applause. With a hard swallow, Ilya muttered to herself, "Might as well get this over with...."

@Alphabet Chocolate

Hidden: Quest Title

The Great Carbuncle

 

Alpha wasn't entirely sure she wanted to get into the acting scene again despite what fun her previous experience as Lames Joriarty had been. It was exhilarating and thrilling. It was unpredictable and exciting in every way yet entirely different from the adrenaline rush one would get from hunting monsters and defeating epic foes. Acting was definitely addictive but it just wasn't something for her. It, well, didn't entirely click. Now, that would be odd considering that Alphabet's very personality is one that demands attention but somehow she just enjoyed lazily strolling through the walls of Stokbon's Sweets Emporium and checking out the locale more than anything.

This was why it was a surprise that she found herself enlisted in yet another play in a different theater in another part of Stokbon. Sure, just because the entire acting gig wasn't as fun as other things didn't mean it wasn't fun. She wouldn't go out of her way to avoid it and deprive herself of a few hours of entertainment. The problem was that she had just left the Sweets Emporium for a few minutes, enjoying the tasty treat she was suckling in her mouth, when an awfully pudgy and short man had declared his interest in her as a possible thespian and dragged her away. She had no time to react, swept up by the flow of things. By the time everything that had happened finally processed, she was being led up the stage by various crew members and came face-to-face with a girl whose color scheme seemed to have been comprised entirely of red.

"Now introducing Investigator Rottingstrade of the Stokbon Yard and Wycoff Bones!" a voice bellowed. The announcement was met with a brief moment of applause as lights from above blinded Alpha momentarily. She looked around, disoriented for a second, before she shook her head and shrugged. "Uh, I'm Wycoff Bones! I'm from the, uh, government?" she questioned. She had skimmed through her character file for a little under five minutes before she was dragged out and, as it was glaringly obvious, she barely had enough information to do an introduction of herself. She coughed nervously before extending an arm out to the girl in front of her. "You're....Rottingstrade, correct?" she asked in the most pompous, uptight tone she could manage. "It is a pleasure to meet you. Now...what might we discuss?"

@Ilya

Thrown die:

68

 

Without so much as a second thought of doubt, Ilya had managed to compose herself Become one with your character. It cannot be that hard, compared to things you have had to do prior, right? Taking her own speaking into account, Ilya falsely put up an act of bravery onto her face. Onto the stage she took note of the scenery around her, her eyes falling on her acting partner. A rather short and skinny human, although with the costumes and makeup into play, Ilya could not tell whether it were a real human. Nor could she say whether it was a male or a female. In fact, Ilya herself looked to be human.. Or... undead... And she looked to be a male.

Instantaneously jumping into action, Ilya extended her own arm out, limply grabbing the short person's hand, shaking it, adding a few flicks to her wrist to make it look as if she were really an undead. Relying heavily upon the small booklet she had received and glanced over, along with introductions, Ilya spoke in her most masculine voice, adding a small croak in her throat. Making herself sound very manly, which when paired with her slow voice of tone made her sound like a real deal of an undead investigator.

"That would be me. Investigator Rottingstrade. I had been lookin for yer brother, Sherdock. We was suppose' t'talk over the problems of the dead bein brought back to life.. But Sherdock abandoned me, in which I have been lookin for yerself. I hope that surely ye, Wycoff can pick up this case with me in hopes that I can solve it and trump the law enforcement once more!"

Thrown die:

13

 

Alpha was, quite obviously, shocked. No matter how many pounds of powdered cosmetics and beauty products used, a person's facial structure and body remained the same. Although her acting partner, Rottingstrade, held a feminine air to him, she berated herself for jumping to conclusions. There was no way a person would be able to mimic such a baritone voice that reminded her of Benedict Cumberbatch the II. She shook her head and forced the tension, caused by the sudden surprise, out of her and concentrated on the play. Maybe she'd approach Rottingstrade after the entire debacle was over for a cup of ice cream or something; they both deserved something like that after what will surely be an arduous yet somewhat fun display. She coughed into her fist before getting back into character.

"Investigator Rottingstrade...I have heard of you from numerous informants and I am pleased to hear that your abilities are unparalleled by any, with the exception of remarkable abnormalities such as my brother and several others, in the investigative field. I will lend you my assistance for now but I suppose it would be simply common sense for you to be in my favor? If that is alright with you, I will help you catch this menace you find yourself having difficulties apprehending."

She sounded snooty. Uptight. Refined. The very epitome of London grace mixed with the subtleties of aristocratic tradition. Well, that was what Alpha thought she sounded like anyways. Truth be told that what you hear and what you say sound very different from each other and the audience would be hard-pressed to say that her spiel sounded like anything other than a prepubescent child speaking large words in a high-pitched tone with a mocking accent spiked on every syllable. Still, she remained confident with her chin held high and her back straight, staring at Rottingstrade straight in the eyes (with her neck craned back as the height discrepancy was obvious).

"Do we have a deal, Investigator?"

Thrown die:

44

 

The exact uptight and snooty underlay in the voice of 'Wycoff Bones' seemed to fit the role in itself. Wanting to take her own acting to the next level, Ilya closed her eyes before opening them again. A nod of the head could be seen way in the back of the audience as Ilya swung her hand forward, seemingly taking the action of latching onto Wycoff's hand to shake on it. "Ye got yerself a deal." Playing the man who needed help was easy enough, as Ilya found herself needing help quite often. "Spose I would owe ye one now. Yer brother usually jumps on to help with not a payment in sight. Erhm. Would ye like to speak of potential plans we could go with to catch this man? Perhaps we could discuss more of this in my office?"

Ilya acted the part as she brought her free hand to the chin of the undead investigator. As if she were thinking of an actual plan that would work. Taking a deep breath, Ilya's stared at Wycoff. Seemingly young for the acting experience? Thinking of something to add to the current scene they were acting out, Ilya decided to take it upon herself to debrief Wycoff. "The man we be lookin fer. Lames Joriaty. Hes a priest. Crippled, so he should be easy to catch.. If we can find him. He is quite a rat when it comes to hiding. Even if its in plain sight." Ilya grimaced at herself by how stupid she sounded. Yet the audience seemingly loved whatever she was doing as they watched, without batting a single eyelash.

Thrown die:

50

 

This was definitely that best rendition yet and the audience couldn't seem to get enough of it. Rottingstrade's performance was superb and it was obvious to see that they hung on his (or her? them?) every word. Alphabet herself could barely keep herself from getting swept away from reality as she responded eagerly to Rottingstrade's flawless delivery.

"Lames Joriarty, huh?" Alpha muttered. The memories of her own experience as that role gave a bit of nostalgia and she made a mental note to visit Cain and Seigi whenever she had the chance. Those two were pretty cool. "I've heard of his name many times during several MI6 operations. He's been a...bone...in our side for quite some time. I have some intel on him that I suppose you'd appreciate but I warn you that, even with the most trained and excellent specialists, he has yet to be caught. Even the legitimacy of his name is up for speculation."

She turned to the audience, raising her arms up. "Do you think we could catch a refined criminal such as him?" she asked with dramatic flourish.

Thrown die:

48

 

A rather rowdy laugh echoed through the building as Ilya portrayed her character. Half in character, and half from the fact of the pun that the short actor said in his own line delivery. "Sir, I would never come to you if I did not think we could not catch him. Are you saying you are not good enough for the job? My, My.. Now.. Do tell me, of this Intel. Perhaps we can come up with a plan for the route of our actions?"

Ilya herself was unsure what to do next, Improvising can only take you so far..? Yet despite all Ilya did as her character, she remained her face in the normal expression. "We have to bet our all on you, Wycoff. Otherwise the world will be doomed to utter peril. We have no choice but to catch him. The force is putting everything on me.. and you.. If you will not help us, I assume I must go to see Sherdock.. Your little brother. I presume with your.. connections with the government you might be of better help?"

Thrown die:

4