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Isolde's Chambers

(It's more than perfect!! Thanks!)

"State your full name,post and reason of visit or I'll call the guards. " she said in a cold, almost mechanic voice, without acknowledging the guest.
Richard executed a short bow stiffly. He hated bowing to these people. He hated bowing. "Richard, spy, and currently, bodyguard duty."

((Yep, that would be Devon Nyx))
Richard shrugged. Technically, it was on Devon Nyx's, but he wasn't about to say that. "Robertson's," he said instead, not giving a single sign that he was lying. Robertson was, of course, now dead, but inside the Council that news seemed to be slow to travel. Everyone on the outside had already heard of it, however. "But he's dead. Anyone could be next."
Richard shrugged. Technically, it was on Devon Nyx's, but he wasn't about to say that. "Robertson's," he said instead, not giving a single sign that he was lying. Robertson was, of course, now dead, but inside the Council that news seemed to be slow to travel. Everyone on the outside had already heard of it, however. "But he's dead. Anyone could be next."

"In times of crisis, spies act as members of the Guard and Police," Richard pointed out. "And Devon Nyx did not instruct me to do so."

Richard narrowed his eyes, but left the chambers. He stopped in the hall after the door was closed.

(Hello!)
Isolde calls Marcus to her Chambers. He arrives pretty Fast."I want you to spy on Richard and see who put him to be "my bodyguard". I want to know who and why thinks I'm part of the Resistance." Isolde says as she puts down the paper. " Please be as carefull as possible Marcus. I can't blow up my cover not after the supposed murder of Robertson." She says in a quite voice as she plays with the red pendant. " You are dismissed."
((How are you? Also, if Marcus is in the Council Spy Barracks, you can't use him here. He may only be used in one place at once.))
((It's fine now, so all's good. =) ))
Richard had slipped into a nearby Council Member's Chambers. He slipped a mask on and slipped a blanket around himself, pretending to be a hunchback old crone. When he heard Marcus enter Isolde's room, he fled, not making any sounds. He made it out of the Skyscraper and down the street before Marcus left.
Richard had slipped into a nearby Council Member's Chambers. He slipped a mask on and slipped a blanket around himself, pretending to be a hunchback old crone. When he heard Marcus enter Isolde's room, he fled, not making any sounds. He made it out of the Skyscraper and down the street before Marcus left.

((I'll post in the Heart of the City Streets))

((Wait, if she's in the Council Meeting, you don't actually need to post this. If you want to, go ahead, but it's unnecessary work. =) Only necessary if you have to have her leave a roleplay with another person.))

((She shows him the video she recorded?))
Richard watched as Marcus left uer chambers and walked down the hall. He then moved to stand right in front of the door.
Richard watched as Marcus left uer chambers and walked down the hall. He then moved to stand right in front of the door.

"I know that I am more dead if I enter, so this has to do," Richard retorted, not sounding particularly interested. Or perhaps that was just his voice. He was used to being a bit detached from the situation in order to be able to evaluate what was the best course of action.

"I'm sure you could think of something," Richard said dryly, "though the lack of the threat of being cut to death with a scalpel is a relief." He grimaced, not truly having had a full smile since the death of his sister years back.

Richard looked at her for a second. "You threatened to call the guards on me earlier," he pointed out placidly, his tone not varying in the least. He figured, with that in mind, that he rather ought to do as Isolde suggested.

"And then you sent that boy after me when I had left, don't you think that's a bit rude?" his voice was still flat, despite the sarcastic tone his words should have had. He stared unblinkingly at Isolde.

He winced at the use of his surname. "And you did a good imitation of an executioner," he pointed out quietly, still taking the apparently retracted. "You don't think I have seen cruelty?"

Richard still followed her into her room with a long, even gait. "Maybe I should, but everyone seemingly has a sob story these days." He sighed heavily.

"Exactly that. Mine," Richard replied, his voice softer. It wasn't a story he liked to tell, or even one he had the words to describe. Even now, his heart ached with loss and betrayal when he thought of it. He just wasn't ready to share yet.

She brought the cup to her lips her eyes never leaving Richard's face. He looked really for a spy. He's rogue like hair and intense eyes made him an attractive guy. So Devon Nyx was betting on good looks, a common past and a mysterious personality, to help her discover the truth. Well after all two can play this Game.
Richard tensed his muscles, and his gaze could nearly bore a hole into the wood. He accepted the tea from Isolde and held it in one hand. His gaze shifted the the tea in his hand. "No sugar."

Richard was silent for a moment, brooding over his tea and not reacting to the hand on his. "I'm past mourning now," he eventually said, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. It wasn't a lie; he was just bitter and in it for revenge now.

"It does," he agreed, "but I am beyond mourning." He sighed heavily and glanced up for a second at Isolde before returning his gaze to his tea. "Who did you lose?" He wasn't sure he wanted the answer, but he assumed it would be best to ask.

"Sister," he whispered, his gaze still fixed on his tea. "Killed by people we both trusted." He took a long, shaky breath. He hated the Resistance for what they had done to Meredith.

She now figured out why Devon Nyx might have put someone like Richard to spy on her. She thought that beside the fact that Richard was a good spy, he could use his similar past to influence her. It wasn't going to work on her though.
"I hate those that took her from me," he whispered. "There is nothing else." He could feel the slightest tears forming in his eyes, but he tried his best to hide them from both Isolde and himself. His voice was dark, and it held more than a note of bitterness.

Richard kept his gaze steadfastly on his tea. "Is there? More things than retribution? We were Resistance because we hated the Council and wanted revenge on them, and then they betrayed us as retribution for something they fallaciously believed to be true without evidence, and now I'm in this for revenge." He closed his eyes.

The furniture is modern. On one wall is her four-poster bed with a thick. In a second room, there are a few plush chairs. The comforter and chairs are all done in a black and white abstract lines design. There are also some rugs in Isolde's chambers as well, but the colors are inverted from those of the chairs and comforter.
From the ceilings, particularly in her sitting room and bedroom, she has some lamps hanging down. They tend to have the same design as the rugs and cast a silver glow throughout the chambers. In some corners, particularly near the bookshelves, she has some more traditional lamps.
She has her own herb garden, spread across her chambers. Each different type of herb has its own pot (the typical terra cotta pot) and its own decorative position.
Roleplay!
((P.S. Is this good? Any edits?))