Lady Celes Crusader

Look at those who hastily accused her. - Vell, I know zat history is reapeating itself but not zat quickly. You are accusing me because I am German? Zat is not different zan Hitler purging Europ from the Jews because of zeir religion. Besides, you might need my ezpertise in order to dig more clues about vat happen to zese civilians. Hovever, I'd razer vait for more evidence instead of basing my accusations upon mindless suppositions.

Greta looks at Timmy with a dubious look. - Is my German accent is bozering you? I'm in America since a year and I just arrived at this facility just to find out zat somezing veird is going on. As for my speech, bear vith it. She looks over her american collegue with an interrogative look. - So, do you have any opinion regarding the recent events?

Greta heards Heinrich conversations in the intercom and looks over the guard. She talks to him. - I vonder if ve can retrieve ze cadavers so me and my scientific collegues can study it and find out vat causes zeir deaz. Because vatever killed zem must have some devastating firepower to decimate such people beyond any recognition. But I vonder who could had cause such act? Suspicious eyes were suddenly staring the German scientist. - I have nozing to do viz zat! I vas still reading my notes and sharing my observations vith my collegues. (OOC: Nobody yet.)

Greta is taking several notes on the observations she is actually making. She rereads them several times and frowns. However, the kids are unnerving her greatly. - Vy are you kids still around? Vere is Heinrich? She looks for him and as soon she has him on sight, she speaks to him in their respective native tongues. (In German) - Grabs these kids away from the experimentation site. They might contaminate potential findings. In fact, they shouldn't hade been here in the first place.

Between to netswings at Wyvern. - Happy birthday for both of you again.

Happy birthday Justin and BlackCagedHeart! BTW, havent you see the Almost Dragon? I'm looking for him. Both Justin and BlackCagedHeart pointed where Wyvern left and Celes follows their indications.

1) A Nonsense Word: Cryptosautis 2) Adjective: unique 3) Plural Noun: dice 4) A Verb ending in "ing": becoming 5) Adjective: flammable 6) Plural Noun: planes 7) Verb: to make A Location: Church Our Lady of the Seven Pains 9) Name of a Pen Member: Gwaihir 10) A style or font of writing.: Geneva 11) Plural Noun: houses 12) Something Red: tulips 13) Something White: rose 14) A Color: blue 15) Adjective: indescent 16) A State of Mind: numb 17) A Rank: general 18) Plural Noun: lakes 19) Adverb: nicely 20) A Proverb : "He who never committed a sin shall throw the first stone."

Greta is wondering about the whole phenomonon ahead. As she is way too preoccupied by the whole phenomenon. - Ms. Von Richter, asks again Jamia, I seriously question the... - Question your governement, interrupts abruptly the German, I am new to zis facility and if it vould had been only of me, no visitors vould had been alloved. I guest zey need ze money from ze tourists. Greggor walks over Greta and tries to attact her attention again. - Vat do you vant? Don't you see I am busy trying to figure out vat zis mess is? Greggor shrugs, noticing that the Greta he knew still have this edgy character of her own. He thinks that he try his chance later, when she'll be less preoccupied. When they arrived at the site Greta wonders at the crater and the object in the middle. - Zis is interesting.

I read it and it is still a great read. As for WW3, you already have my permission. But I wonder about X-Sabre and Matteo's characters, since they turn into NPC's in the middle of the game and nobody interacted with them afterward. Ozy: Ça fait plaisir.

A bitter Greta Von Richter arrives in the Project. The defeat of her country is still a vivid memory and she is reduced to ask political ayslum from what she considered the ennemy. While she never fully embraced the Aryan theory behind the Nazi, she believed in several ideologies Hitler defended. She looks at her surrounding only to see the odd gathering assembled here. - Vat is zis place? I did not enlisted to be a part of a nursery! Zat is not good! Vhere is ze laboratory? The guards walk over her and stares at her - Vat are you staring at? I am vorking for your governement and I vant to to start my ezperimentations nov! - There is no need to be upset. We were about to lead to your lab. The german scientist follows the guardian over her designated workplace.

Have a nice vacation, Gwai. We'll make sure that nothing bad will happen to the wiggly cabbages. Cambronne!!!! Stop attacking the wiggly cabbages!!!!

I think there's still room for you MeThinks. I would be funny if the two blonds were actually the wolves.

*lol* Ozy you took this role exactly the same way I did with the precedent game, when I was the wolf errr....fox. It was constant plotting and theorizing about not only whom shall we kill but also whom we shall lynch or how we shall vote. As for me, I was grasping straws until the seer announced himself. By separating those who voted against Elwen from those who didn't, it allows me to deduct about some of the innocents. Since the day Eyremon tried to lure Ozy away from the Baner and the Seer, I knew he was innocent. You, among everyone else, attracted my attention but I wasn't sure so I voted a bit like a sheep. As soon as the butler's dead, I expected to be the one to die since I clearly voiced out that Ozy was the culprit and, at a late stage of the game, with Katz as a protector, it would had been the logical choice. But I do agree that killing Cooper brought up a very dramatic end and I'm thankful for that. Ozy: I do have to thank you for being an amazing antagonist in this game. It was fun.

In other words, Gnarlich had seen all the potential wolve's victims along with one wolve. That is strangely hilarious.

Katz: Honestly, I did expect to die instead of Eyremon. I too I'm very curious about why Ozy choose him over me. I had lots of fun thought and I was grasping at straws until Gnarlitch died. I knew it had to be Ozy. I didn't expect to survive two Wolf games in a row til the very end.

(Last IC post) Elisabeth witnessed the tragic end of the culprit but the very last words that Marcus addressed to her marks her: "Ignore the criticism and stand tall". When she sees Katharin crying, she knows that the best is to let her pull herself together, giving her the time to grief about this whole truth she just learned: she was the mother of the other assassin. Dr. Watson pulls out the letters she gave him. - I think these belongs to you. Elisabeth take these and pull them close to her heart and whispers the the good doctor. - Thank you. I still have my husband to attend, but I think we must arrange funerals. Then, I will go on with my life. Mrs. Christie looks at Katharine and thinks her reply for her. Thank you Katharine for staying leveled head even if it means that you had to lose your son. May God watches over you.

Well, I can change by twisting the post around.

(OOC: *Applause Katzaniel for this brilliant post.* It was really worth the wait. Seeing the thought process of a mother torn appart by what she witnessed was incredible.)

Time to pull off a name for my char: Greta Von Richter

(OOC: Thanks! I wanted to write this) Elisabeth angerly stares at Marcus and replies while following him. - Spat at the floor as much as you like but I am not the one who will harm your mother. If I would have been the culprit, as you said, she would have been the one under that chandelier. But the fact that the American is dead all the arrows points toward you. I told Edwyn that it was either him or I who will die tonight, because I think you were the one and you can't think of harming your mother. While I made my opinion clear, Mr. Cooper's was a bit more discreet. But you didn't know that in your mother's mind, I was above suspicion. Mrs. Christie takes a deep breath and continues at the foot of the stair case, while Marcus continues to climb in that steady angered pace of him, yelling so everyone can hear her. - Me, being above all suspicions? I don't think so. While I'm a well-known socialite, my reputation is an ill one. And I really don't mind it. Yes, I am a gambler who flirts young gentlemen between two drinks. You might argue that I can keep a mask, but I can see that yours is shattering and now you vote against me in despair and hope that your mother makes the right decision, according to you. I still stand by what I told her earlier, that I wont force her vote in one way or another. If she chooses me, do yourself a favor and prove me once for all that the "Werewolves" are not cowards by killing me right here. She walks back in the ballroom over Katharine and speaks to her. - Killing the American was indeed a bold move. Also, notice that the murderer framed every single person who was alive by the time of the murder except you and your son. This time, he decided to point me as the culprit by killing someone that I didn't like. But there's a huge difference between him and I. While he's do his dirty things behind our back, in a coward way, I do everything, from what I am most proud to the so many scandalous acts in the light. The a palid Dr. Watson walks over Elisabeth. - Please, there's no need to argue anymore. Allow Mrs. Horton to think clearly. Elisabeth keeps a constant angry stare toward either the windows and the ballrom doorway, a stare from a woman who knows that she have everything to lose and is well aware from it. (EDIT: I have to change this post to be fit that Marcus was leaving the ballroom)

Happy birthday for all. *Hugs Tamaranis* It's still fun to have you around.

Elisabeth is gently awaken by the good Dr. Watson. She sits up but he refrains her from going up to quickly. - It only confirms my suspicions. Now, the hardest part is coming for me. She gets up slowly and while standing on her feet, she knows that she have an incredible task ahead of her: convincing Katharine that her son is the other murderer and proving her innocence. She hears what Mrs. Horton says about it being a cocky move. - You are right Katharine, this move is a very arrogant one. But I must express my point of view about this. Before Weatherby's death, my suspicions were splitted between him and your son because of the way they both voted in the past. I do recall that when Wil revealed that he had the gift of the second sight and he told us that Emily was one of the murdurers, both you and I hoped that his word were truthful and voted against her. However, Marcus said it was pure heresy and did not voted against Emily, even if you asked him for doing so. Mrs. Christie wipes up her teary eyes, spreading her eye makup into a black smear on her eyelids. She then takes a deep breath before she resumes. - I have a nasty choice to make between a mother and her son. While you, on the other hands have the option of believing the words of a socialite or those of your son. I made it clear that I suspect your son to be the murderer, but I cannot beg you to vote against him. I cannot force your heart against your son. While you can reproach me many unladylike doings, murder will never be one of them. However, I cannot blame you for voting against me since sending your son to Justice is a harsh decision. Marcus will probably vote against me and my choice is already made. But your choice is a crucial one. If you choose wrongly, we all die. ((OOC: A vote against Ozymandias/Marcus Horton. It's really up to Katz.))

Come back soon. *hugs*

Elisabeth walks over Watson and asks him to retrieve the letters that should be in the butler's vest pocket. The good doctor picked out the two letters she had given. - Please keep them Dr. Watson and make sure that they are delivered to my husbands, along with the others I'll give you tonight. Because if the murderer is whom I think... The socialite breaths heavily and sobs for a moment. If Marcus is the one, he will probably kill her as she openly suspected him. She wipes her tears and asks Edwyn Cooper to come along in her bedroom. The American follows more out of curiosity than anything else. - What d'ya want, Lizzie? Need to finally spill dirt on anyone? Or unless you need to meet a real man... - Cut off with that! I need to tell you something. I suspect Marcus Horton to be the murderer. But I know Katharine will never vote against him. It's probably either you or I who is going to pass away. I know, I've got that odd feeling about it. Either way, if you survive, think about what I said. Now can you please leave my room? - Sure, sure Lizzie. The American leaves the British woman's room. Elisabeth decides to groom herself, she puts on an emerald velvet and taffetas gown while she pulls up her auburn hair in a very intricated hairdo. Then she lightly powdered her face, puts on kohl and mascara on her eyes and a luscious rust on her lips. She then puts the ribbon and pearl necklace that she intended to wear at the wedding on her neck as a final touch. She then leaves her room up to the Library and writes her final letter addressed to her husband. Dr. Watson walks over her, surprised to see her in such a recluse place. - Here are the other letters I promise you to give. Please make sure that my husband will receive them. - May I ask why are you all dressed up like this tonight? - Because if this coward decides to confiscate the world of my lovely presence, I want at least have the chance to confront him. - Him? But it could be you or Mrs. Horton as well. - All my suspicions are aimed toward Marcus Horton and he might be tempted to silence me for good. - I see. But are you sure that you want to stay here for the night? - Since there is no such thing as a safe place in Garnavon Hall, I'd rather be in my favorite room. - As you wish. Good night Mrs. Christie. - Farewell Dr. Watson. The Doctor leaves the socialite playing patience card games while keeping her letters preciously.

Elisabeth looks at Mrs. Horton's dissarray and looks down. She knows that asking a mother to point her finger against her child will be very difficult. Difficuly yes, but not impossible. While Wil did mentioned about the butler and his voting was suspicious, the butcher's voting was as erratic. It would be ironic that the one to whom she gave her letters could be the culprit. - This voting definatly puts me in an unconfortable seat. This time, I wish that Lady Luck will be good to me. She pulls out a deck of cards and shuffles it then she looks at the butcher and the butler. She then ask them: - Red or black? Both gentlemen looks at each other and then at the socialite with a dubious look. Marcus finally speak up. - Are you really serious about it? You'll base your vote on that? Elisabeth looks at him with an intimidating look, one that adorns the face of the most adept poker players. - Red... or... black? Weatherby speaks up. - If it's red, you cast your vote against me. But I must say that this is a... - ... Scandal?, replies cooly the socialite, We are neck deep in one already and if the murdurer strikes again tonight, well, at least I had my chance playing with luck again. When she finished shuffling, she ask Marcus to cut the cards and to show everyone the card that was underneath his half. The butcher proceeds and reveals a Jack of Heart. - Interesting card for the circumstances. Lady Luck's vote is against Weatherby. (OOC: A vote against MeThinksUFoolish/Weatherby)