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The stars aren't right!(Helena/Courage Wolf)


Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

"An old mask, that one." Monte's voice becomes almost hypnotic. "You want to know my price, so let me tell you a story. There was an elven couple making a living as merchants in our city thirty years ago. They traded in elven wines and other trinkets making their way from Sithicus to here. One night, as they were enjoying the opera, their house and warehouse both burned down. Suspicious, hmm? All they had left was what they had been wearing. They traded their clothes for ones suited for travel, they sold their masks and they left east, away from the coast. Two days later the sea washed their rotting corpses to the shore. Five years later, an ambitious writer built a printing shop where their house had been, and bought the husband's mask. But there was more to the shop than anyone living knew. Still hidden below is a secret door leading to a sub-basement. In that place, there should be a map. Bring me that map, and you can have the mask free of charge."
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

Show me where the place is, on a map or otherwise, and I'll gladly get you the map you want without any questions asked, outside of one thing. Was This mask, the one in my hand she said, turning to regard him with a single eye, that started out blue, then shifted green, then platinum, then a stunning pink, before returning to sky blue. Owned by either of these two... unfortunate elves. And if so.... Do you know where It's Twin is. she asked, smiling at the corners of her mouth. Not that I mind a grisly history... not at all... But one has to wonder if all the masks you make, eventually find their way back into your hands with their own stories to tell. she continued, smiling wider and turning to face Monte properly.
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

Old Monte smiles uncertainly. "It's on the perfumer's street, the only building that has a garden in front of it. And indeed, that is the elfmaiden's mask, it's brother still in the possession of the writer as far as I know. Old work they are, made more than a century ago in distant lands, or so Old Monte thinks. Many of my masks do come back here, one way or another."
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

Then I should be off shouldn't I. Helena said, setting the mask down now that she had her answers. She hadn't earned it... Yet.

Now that she had something to do in the meantime before meeting the Oddball at the Cathedral, she meant fully to do it. She didn't know why she was so drawn to That particular mask, or even interested in it's twin, but she was and would have them.

For now it was to find the perfumer's street and a garden...
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

The Perfumer's Street is located near the noble's quarter, and easy to find by the smells. Most of the houses here are quite small, little more than a small store downstairs with the owners living above. Soon she finds a garden, however, accompanied by a house that seems to have been designed by someone finding 90-degree angles abhorrent. The garden seems to have mainly flowers growing in it, and the house is merrily pained red, with a singular round window facing the street from the second floor.
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

Helena, finding the building in question, did what any sane person would do, which was way outside her character usually, and Knocked.
 
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After a few seconds Helena can hear movement from inside, and soon the door opens, revealing a tall, lanky man with a bad hair, wearing plain black, well-made clothes. "Yes? Did you want something printed?" he asks, speaking slowly and clearly.
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

I would Love that very much. Can I step inside and we can discuss it? Helena asked, smiling softly and tilting her head.
 
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"Of course," the man says with a hesitant smile and steps aside, letting Helena into the shop. There's a writing desk, a large table and a small printing press, with a number of shelves on the walls, yet something seems off about it all. "So what do you need printed? Some invitations, perhaps?"
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

Invitations! Perfect! Yes, just a Jester's smiling face and a singe line in bold. The Opera House. Though if you have any ideas for a surprise party I'm all ears She said cheerfully, wandering the room slowly as an invited guest! Looking around casually, though she was taking her time making a full circuit, looking for doors and windows. Masks. Somewhere to yank the man into a corner and kiss him to death.
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

"Well, that's unusual. Do you have a drawing you'd like to use as a template for the jester?" he asks, guiding Helena to a chair and taking a seat himself next to her. There are two doors at the back of the room and three windows all in all, two of them flanking the front door and the third at the left side of the room, letting plenty of sunlight inside. "I can draw something myself, but it'll take longer that way and it might not be exactly what you have in mind. What kind of paper would you like to use?" Showing Helena several samples, he suddenly seems nervous.
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

Something thick, you know? Got a really good texture under the fingers. Helena said offhandly, before turning to smile at him.

It could be called graceful, but for the most part the flailing limbs probably ruined the effect of Helena's catlike beauty as she pounced on the man and pressed her lips to his with a moan. To her it was like nibbling on a sandwich. Something that counted as light food. She would say his soul tasted vaguely of Mayonnaise, Lettuce, Tomatoes, and oddly swiss cheese. not a bad sandwich but lacking in any real meat.
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

Grapple: 8+5=13. FAIL!
The man instinctively throws his arms in front of him, just managing to fend Helena off. "What are you?" he asks, staggering backwards, towards one of the doors.
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

Horny Helena answered truthfully before trying to just put him to sleep in a rather bored manner.
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

The spell fails, but the act of casting it gives the writer time to open the door and flee into his apartment. Through the door, Helena catches a glimpse of a room with heavy furniture of dark wood, dimly lit by windows covered by light curtains.
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

Helena sighs before turning herself invisible and then sauntering into the room now huffy and annoyed. She was going to put him to sleep, then sit on his face, and suck out his soul with her cunt. That was her plan.
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

Past the shop is a living room, with large bookshelves filled with many kinds of texts ranging from architecture to engineering to more arcane scholarships. There's also a fireplace and four heavy chairs around a table. The feeling of wrongness - a subtle yet persistent sensation that she shouldn't be seeing what she sees - intensifies as she walks deeper into the manor. Past the living room is a circular room about thirty feet across, its walls painted white and the floor covered in odd symbols, geometric shapes and some kind of equations. On the other side of the room there is yet another doorway, beyond which she can hear the footsteps of her prey.
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

The feeling that the world was lying to her was getting on her nerves, and she wasn't openly stupid enough to just walk across the odd patterned rooms. So! She turned around. She wasn't contracted to kill the man, though she would later. She was contracted to make it to the basement and find a map.

Basement entrances were usually either outside, or near the front door or entryway. At least that's how houses were designed most of the time to her knowledge, so she instead turned around, and went back to check the other doors she had seen rather then blindly chasing after the magical architect printing press manguything.
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

The other door in the shop leads upstairs, while the last unchecked door in the living room leads into a kitchen - one that, by the looks of it, has been designed for feeding a large household as well as servants, but has instead been serving a sole bachelor with no staff at all. Yet another pair of doors taunts Helena on the other side of the kitchen.
 
Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)

Helena's eyebrow twitched threateningly as she saw where the other doors went. She felt her collar flash against her throat and the world returned to unclouded clarity and she reached up to touch it and flick the lock on the side.

Glaring at the doors across the kitchen, Helena taunted it back before stomping back towards the round room and floating across it rather then daring to touch the floor, refreshing her invisibility as she went just to be certain, drifting through the house like a ghost.
 
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