Robert Fletcher
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Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376 
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 6, 2015 21:25:16 GMT -8
 Robert Fletcher, the mayor of the town, lives in a large, luxurious mansion. He was a merchant before he became mayor, and made a fortune. This is demonstrated in the lavish decorations and architecture. White peacocks roam the grounds, and a collection of servants patrol the mansion, keeping it spotless. The mayor is unmarried and lives alone, although he does have a tendency to bring red-haired barmaids home on Friday nights. Saturdays, too. As well as Sundays, Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 19:22:52 GMT -8
"Well, someone has done well for themselves," Rosamond remarked to herself as she stood at the gates of Robert's mansion. She decided to drop by, as she was in the area, and look at that! It was getting dark out. What sort of cousin would refuse a relative's company overnight in a place this big?
A little smile on her mouth, she pushed on the gates until they opened, or until she was forced to climb over them-- which would be relatively easy for her given her active lifestyle. The only thing that really seemed to clatter was the bag at her hip, full of all her favorite things.
Rosamond made her way up to the front door, held onto the knocker, and then announced her presence with a KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 20:12:39 GMT -8
The curtains open a crack, and an eye peeks out. A moment later, the sound of several deadbolts sliding aside. The door opens, and Robert reaches out and drags his cousin inside. HE slams it behind her and locks it again.
"Rosa! Hi! Good to see ya! What are you doing here? You can't be out at night alone, it's dangerous! Haven't you heard? There's a killer about!"
He gestures around.
"Eh...welcome. Want something to drink?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 20:17:51 GMT -8
Rosamond's beautiful face brightened to see Robert's on the otherside, but confusion immediately washes over her as he drags her inside and shuts the door behind her. Only then can she see just how many locks are there.
Frowning a little as she rubbed her arm, she took in Robert's flurry of words.
"Hi, good to see you, too, I was in the neighborhood, I haven't heard, how exciting! Yes please, coffee with cream liquor will do nicely."
At this time of night? Yes, at this time of night.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 21:13:33 GMT -8
"Hmm, that sounds lovely. I'll fix it for you. Sorry about the mess."
Robert leads her through the manor to a large kitchen, where he starts a pot of coffee.
"Usually I have a lot of staff, but they haven't been coming in. And who can blame them? They'd have to leave at night, and that's dangerous with the killer about. You really must stay the night. I won't allow you to go out by yourself, it's too dangerous. Er...how are you doing?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 21:22:07 GMT -8
"Messy home, happy home as they say," she said cheerfully, totally willing to disregard the mess around them.
She follows him to the kitchen and moves some things off a stool situated at the kitchen island before perching herself on it, her bag dropped without care on the floor.
"Weeeeeell, if I must," she said with a smile. She'd been planning on staying there anyway. "What's this about a killer?" Rosamond asked as she waited patiently for her coffee. "That would explain why the village was so empty, anyway."
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 21:55:30 GMT -8
"Hmm?"
Robert fixes her coffee with cream liquor ( the expensive, imported variety), and sits down at a table.
"The killer? I don't know. Some madman has been going around killing people at random. Mr. Butcher, Emma *ahem* Ms. Baker, Mr. Candlestick-maker...so many people, dead. It's not safe on the streets at night any more."
He sighs.
"I'm glad you're alright, though."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 21:59:30 GMT -8
She's all too happy to get her coffee, as seen in her eyes and her grabby hands that sliiides the mug over the kitchen island towards her. She lifts it, smells it, then lifts her bright blue eyes to look at Robert with a perk of her dark brow. "Emma?" she asks.
She takes a drink, and lets out a little aahh of contentment, then frowns gently and reaches out to lay her hand over Robert's. "I'm sorry about the murders, Robby," she says with condolence. "We'll find out who did this."
She immediately brightens. "In fact, I can start tonight!"
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 22:04:50 GMT -8
Robert's eyes go wide with shock.
"What? No! No, I won't allow it! It's too dangerous, Rosa. You'll be cut to shreds. Relax. The watch is patrolling the streets. You stay here, where it's safe."
He pours himself a coffee and drops two sugar cubes in.
"Yes, Emma. She was a barmaid at the One-Eyed Shark. The bartender's daughter. Everyone loved her. But she's gone now."
He sighs and reaches for a bottle of scotch on the shelf.
"Do you drink this sort of thing, Rosa?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 22:07:33 GMT -8
"I'll stay with my cream liqueur to be safe," she said, lifting her mug up in toast to him as she watched him take down the Scotch bottle.
"Was Emma a redhead?" Rosamond asked Robert, and then gave a pretty shrug of her slender shoulder. "Just out of curiosity sake."
It didn't seem like she was going to argue with Robert about going out tonight. Proooobably because Rosamond was going to do it anyway, and if anyone knew Rosamond, they knew that was the exact thought whirling in her head at the moment.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 22:19:34 GMT -8
Robert's face flushes red as he sighs.
"Yes. She was."
He sees Rosa's face, and realizes what she's planning. He takes a sip of the scotch.
"She was killed...just outside her house. It was awful. I can't imagine what it must have been like, to be only seconds away from home...could you check the locks? All this talk has gotten me paranoid that I haven't secured them properly."
If she gets up to look, he pours a bit of his sleeping tonic into her drink. Being mayor is stressful, especially in times such as these, and he's started to use the tonic to sleep at night. He's never used it on someone else before. Sorry Rosa, he thinks. It's for your own good. You must be safe.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 22:32:14 GMT -8
It made her angry to think of someone killing women in the night, especially after the little story he'd just told her. She at first didn't hear his request.
"What? Oh, sure," she tells him and gets up from the kitchen island to go and look at the door. Once she's standing in front of it and its myriad of locks, she chuckles to herself and shakes her head.
"Yeah, I think you got them all," she said with a dry touch of humor to her tone as she moved back to her seat and took up her drink again.
"Do you have any leads?" she asked her cousin as she took another drink of her Irish Coffee, her focus entirely on the Mayor of Ozmodias.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 22:36:20 GMT -8
Robert stifles a sigh of relief when she takes a sip.
"No...no leads. We don't even know if it's one person or many."
He pats Rosa on the shoulder.
"Are you hungry? I can fix you something. But you look rather tired...would you like to turn in early?"
The tonic is pretty fast-acting, he thinks. Any minute now...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 22:41:57 GMT -8
When the tonic hits her, it hits her like a ton of bricks.
Her hand waivers from holding her coffee mug, and some of it even dribbles onto the counter. Her eyelids feel almost too heavy to stay open.
"Oh, I'm s...s...sorryyyy..."
Confusion sweeps over her. What? But she was just so awake... and then as Robert asks her suddenly about being tired, she lowers her mug to the coffee-sloshed table and narrows her gaze at him, which ultimately means that she has to fight not letting her eyes close.
"Robby, you.... you..."
Stumbling, she pushed herself up to her feet, and extends a hand to point an accusing finger at him... before collapsing into a heap of fashionable feminine clothing, white hair, and light snores.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 22:48:20 GMT -8
Robert sighs unhappily. He didn't want to do this. He looks down at the girl struggling to stay awake.
"I'm sorry, Rosa. But I need you here, where it's safe."
When she collapses, he lifts her up with some difficulty (Robert never was very strong of body) and carries her to the guest bedroom, where he lays her down gently. The tonic should put her out all night.
"So sorry, Rosa."
He heads out and closes the door. He goes to the kitchen to clean up the spilled coffee, then takes another drink of scotch and heads up to bed. He isn't feeling well.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2015 17:50:30 GMT -8
Rosamond woke up knowing that two things were wrong: she had a headache, which she almost never has, and she was in a place she couldn't identify, which never happened given her eidetic memory.
She sat up and immediately regretted it as her head whirled for a moment, but once she'd settled herself she took in her surroundings. Luxurious outfittings, a lot of swagger... she slipped off the bed and saw that she was still entirely clothed, including her boots and a bad taste of dry-mouth on her tongue.
Then, it all came rushing back.
Fury swept through her as she marched out of her room and stood in the hallway. Had she walked to her room herself, she would have known exactly which way she needed to go, and although Rosamond had a stellar sense of direction, she was also suffering the hang-over effects of being roofied.
By her cousin, no less.
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 8, 2015 17:55:23 GMT -8
Robert wakes up with a start.
"I'm awake! What is it? Who's there?"
He realizes that it's his cousin, and sighs. Well, if she's yelling, that means she's alive. He gets up, pulling on something more presentable than striped pajamas.
"Morning Rosa. I'll be out in a minute..."
In 58 seconds, the door opens and a sleepy mayor pokes his head out.
"Look, I'm really sorry about that, but it had to be done. You know you would have snuck out to look for the killer, and then you would have ended up cut to ribbons. I can't have that, so I kept you home. Please don't kill me."
His face is remorseful, although that could just be because he's sleepy.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2015 17:59:06 GMT -8
She sighed heavily. How was she supposed to be angry with care and concern?
Still, she propped her hands on her curvaceous hips and pinned Robert with her best, most matronly stare... which wasn't altogether all that matronly given that she was only twenty-something and children were as fascinating to her as bear dung.
"If you ever drug me again, I will cut YOU to ribbons. Do you understand me, Robert Fletcher? Don't make me write to Grandma."
And that was definitely a threat.
Still, she supposed since she was up for the day and it was bright outside that she could do a little exploring and recon. "Hurry up, get dressed. I want you to show me around a little."
She stepped away, and then slid back.
"By the way, you're hiring me to explore and mark the nearby terrain. I'll cut you the family discount." She winked at him, and then seemed to be in a bright mood as she made her way towards the kitchens for breakfast.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 8, 2015 18:09:56 GMT -8
"What? I've seen your prices, they're exorbitant!"
Robert runs after her, then sighs.
"Anyway, I'm the mayor of the town. I know everything about the nearby terrain, it doesn't need to be marked and explored."
He catches up to her in the kitchen.
"Why do you charge so much, anyways? Surely it doesn't cost that much to write a map? Are you really a cartographer?"
Luckily for the both of them, Robert knows how to cook. He grabs some eggs and fries them with onions and mushrooms.
"Do you like ham with your eggs? I have some smoked ham in the pantry..."
He flips the eggs, then turns back to her.
"Again, I'm really sorry, but it had to be done. You know how you are."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2015 18:17:20 GMT -8
"Please, Robert," she said with a roll of her pretty blue eyes, pulling her bag up from the floor and sliding to sit onto the same stool she had occupied the night before.
"Look at you. You do NOT know this terrain as well as you think you do," she told him. Her head was bent, going through her bag to make sure all of her items were still in there. "And I charge so much because my maps are the best. I don't just put markers to represent, I actually take the time to make sure that the bends in the river are where they're supposed to be, that any landmarks look the way they're supposed to look."
She looked up at him, almost incredulous. "Haven't you seen any of my maps? They're the sort of beauty that Kings have mounted on their walls!" She paused. "Well, he was a Duke, but whatever, close enough."
She bent her head to check for more things, and then made an off-handed joke when he mentioned ham. "I would like all my breakfast food undrugged, please."
Satisfied that everything was where it was supposed to be, she set her bag onto the stool beside her and then looked up at him. "Yeah, I know. But don't drug me again. I won't go out at night if you're that scared."
"So! As I was saying the night before.... do you have any other information? Like where the murders occurred? Have the bodies already been burried? Were they found fresh, or had bugs already lived in the corpses? Did they all go missing at the same time of night? In a usual place?"
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