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 9, 2015 15:49:55 GMT -8
Robert nods.
"Yes, although not very many. Most are trained for hunting and such. Mostly we have seabirds."
He rubs Bennik's head affectionately.
"Oh, I think his lifespan would be just fine in the wild. Show her, Bennik."
The peacock opens its mouth and squawks, letting out a long jet of flame in the process and scorching a tree.
"He was a gift from my brother Reynad. He always did like his creatures, Reynad."
Bennik rubs his head against Rosa's thigh, smoke still trailing from his beak.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2015 21:10:16 GMT -8
"Hm. Interesting," she said. "I wonder what Bennik's natural predator can do. Or what it is."
Bennik seemed to be rubbing head against her bare thigh which instantly made her giggle with ticklish delight and move away from the bird. "Hahaha-- oh, oh, no, please."
Still laughing a little, she pushed her pale hair out of her pretty face and smiled at Robert. "Can we go to the village now?" she asked, aware that he was stalling. "Don't you have some sort of meeting to get to, or some sort of work in the village you're the MAYOR of?" she teased.
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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 9, 2015 21:26:21 GMT -8
Robert groans when she mentions work.
"I don't have to do anything if I don't want to. I'm the mayor!"
He sighs.
"Fine, let's go...but in a minute. I need to find Bennik's leash. We're taking him for a walk.
At this, Bennik lets out an indignant squawk.
"Oh hush. It'll be good for you. Wait right here, Rosa. I'll be right back. Keep an eye on her, Bennik."
He walks inside, sauntering at a leisurely pace. Bennik stares at Rosa with a judgmental look on his face. A few minutes pass, and Robert is still inside.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2015 21:34:19 GMT -8
"What-- a leash for a peacock?" she asks, disbelief in her voice.
"No--Robert--It--Bennik doesn't NEED a... Oooooh, men," she said frustrated, and scowled as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and glared at Robert's leisurely retreating back.
He was going to take forever, she knew. Sighing, she plopped down on the green grass and glanced over at Bennik's flat, judgmental stare. "Hey, don't look at me. I wouldn't have put a leash on you."
Minutes tick by, and Rosamond looks back over at the house. He's still not out. She sighs again.
"Marriage," she mentions to Bennik. "Could you imagine me? A wife? No sir. Not me. I guarantee it. I want much more than this provincial life."
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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 9, 2015 22:04:46 GMT -8
Bennik lays his head on Rosa's thigh and chirps in agreement.
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Ten minutes later, Robert emerges, holding an ornate silken leash, along with a matching collar.
"Real eleven silk, this leash. Fireproof. Very handy."
He saunters over and slips the collar over Bennik's head, as the peacock gives an indignant ruffle and a might display if resistance. Eventually, after a long effort, Robert finally manages to get the leash on the bird. He pats out a fire on the grass and stands up, admiring his handiwork.
"Alright the . Let's go. Rosa, do you want to hold the leash? I think Bennik's has taken a liking to you."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 8:08:12 GMT -8
"Oh, you're like a woman," Rosamond said, simultaneously thankful that he was finally out here and frustrated that he'd kept her waiting. She pushed herself up onto her feet, upsetting Bennik's resting head on her thigh.
While Robert wrestled with putting the leash onto the bird, Rosamond smoothed her white skirt down and picked off any remaining grass or twig remnants from her sweetly rounded derriere and down the back of her thighs.
"No, thank you," Rosamond said, walking off without holding onto Bennik's leash. "I'm not much for pets. I prefer them wild and in their natural habitat." She looked over at well-dressed, handsome Robert walking a peacock on a gilded, silk leash and couldn't stop a little laugh from slipping between her lips.
"You look a little ridiculous, Robert."
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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 10, 2015 8:13:44 GMT -8
Robert scoffs.
"Ridiculous? Nonsense. Anyhow, everyone loves Bennik. Especially the kids. And he's a better guard than any dog."
He begins walking down the path at a very leisurely pace, tugging Bennik along. The peacock protests a bit, but eventually gives in and struts by his master's side.
"Why don't you like pets, Rosa? They're nice. Reynad loves them."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 8:37:26 GMT -8
"Bennik doesn't look ridiculous," she said, winking at Robert, making a joke at his expense.
But then she looked down at the strutting peacock with its leash. "Well, he sort of does."
She looked back up at Robert as they walked. "I already told you why," she said, and then reached for his hand.
"C'mon, you're going too slow!" and she tugged him along at a brisker pace towards the city that waited for her to explore it and uncover its secrets.
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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 10, 2015 8:42:22 GMT -8
"Hey hey hey! Wait up! What about poor Bennik?"
The peacock protests as he's hurried and tugged along. Robert pulls Rosa back, trying to slow her down.
"You'll hurt him! Anyway, what about your reputation? You're new in town, you're pretty, you have that kind of outfit...and you're walking with the mayor? Well...people will talk. Not about me, they know I've got different women with me all the time. But they'll think you're a gold digger."
Bennik chirps in agreement, scorching the pavement.
[Exit to streets and alleys]
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Megan Zachurr
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Roleplay posts: 131 
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Nov 12, 2015 14:03:17 GMT -8
Megan entered the Mansion with the Mayor, Rosamond and Eve. She takes note of the peacocks roaming the grounds. "We don't have birds like that in Aaedan."
She'd then think back to the murderer's image. "If only you've seen him, mister mayor, we'll have a hard time finding him unless we spot him in person. We could maybe draw him, but I'm not an artist..."
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Raulio Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Nov 12, 2015 22:35:32 GMT -8
"Well, if that isn't the perfect cue?!" Raulio pulled out a sketchpad and a pencil and started sketching until he produced the perfect likeness:  While he was at it, he decided to composite a sketch of the mysterious figure:  He admitted that this one was a bit more abstract.
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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 12, 2015 22:57:31 GMT -8
Robert looks at the sketch curiously.
"Yes, that's it...I don't remember who that is, though. It's very odd."
He sits down and scratches his head.
"I've seen him before..."
Bennik squawks and flaps his wings in a wavy motion.
"Hush, Bennik. I'm thinking."
Bennik protests, and stands straight upright, tilting his head and strutting about in a manner very reminiscent of a certain crooked man they've seen recently. Robert doesn't see.
"Shh...I've almost got it..."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 9:57:59 GMT -8
She wasn't going to recognize the portrait no matter often she looked at Raulio's interpretation. She did, however, look at the "abstract" portrait of the ghost and she smiled, even laughed.
"If I had seen that thing in the Butchery, I probably would have hugged it," she joked. Her heart still racing a little, and another shiver down her spine of the pain she had encountered, she moved to take a seat within the mansion and catch her breath.
She lifted a hand and ran it through her pale hair, and then noticed Bennik.
"Ah, Robert?" He tried to shush her and she glared. "ROBERT!" when she got his attention, she pointed rather blatantly at the peacock that clearly knew who the murderer was.
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Megan Zachurr
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Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Nov 13, 2015 13:09:47 GMT -8
"Hey, nice drawing. Looks just like what I saw." Megan comments on the drawing of the supposed killer.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 8:05:05 GMT -8
A letter arrives on Papyrus paper. It is only slightly perfumed, and it does not seem intentional. Incense? Spice? It's hard to place.
The wax seal indicates Gaiaton, and so it can be easily surmised that it is from it's Mayor.
"To the Mayor of Ozmodias, Robert Fletcher,
Gaiaton has come under a looming shadow. Beasts, at least numbering two, have been attacking its citizens nightly and dragging them to their death. Usually this can be well handled, but these beasts seem as intelligent as any man, perhaps even more so since man keeps underestimating their ability.
The people of Gaiaton are beginning to subscribe supernatural elements to these attacks. They call the beasts the Demon and the Pitch, since they only seem to attack at night and with ravenous hunger. Curiously, they only seem to be attacking the road to Gaiaton that we are in the effort of widening and making more accessible to the other cities and villages of the Republic of Atlanticus.
While I know you must have affairs of your own, your advice and even your help and support of this matter would be greatly appreciated. As a port town, you must have more people come through your city. If there are any warriors that seem righteous of heart and mind and able of body, please send them to Gaiaton. They will be richly rewarded.
Most sincerely,
Neferet Ankh-Shamsut
Mayor of Gaiaton."
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Nov 14, 2015 17:05:08 GMT -8
Raulio raised an eyebrow and leaned towards the pet bird. "Hey, Megan, do you have a spell that lets you talk to birds?"
He also looked at the letter. "You don't suppose the two incidents are related?"
He put down his writings for a moment as he started to take a more genuine interest in the murder mysteries...
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Megan Zachurr
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Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Nov 14, 2015 19:06:12 GMT -8
"Of course not, that would be ridiculous." Megan crossed her arms. "Making birds talk..."
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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 14, 2015 19:11:35 GMT -8
Robert looks over at the bird, standing straight upright and leaning slightly, in a manner eerily reminiscent of someone he'd recently seen. Suddenly, it Robert's brain clicks.
"That's it! That's it! The octopus man! That's who it was!"
He runs over and grabs Bennik, rubbing him on the head.
"You're a good bird, Bennik! Here, have a treat."
He hands Bennik a piece of pineapple, which the peacock gobbles down happily. The mayor looks up at the assembled serial-killer hunters.
"So...what now?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 19:44:51 GMT -8
Rosamond gasped with delight and pushed up onto her feet.
"Now, we go get him and arrest him, and see that he's given a fair trial!" she said with exuberance.
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Megan Zachurr
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Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Nov 16, 2015 12:03:29 GMT -8
"If you're sure that's who it is, we should get some guards to come with us to arrest him. He likely won't go willingly."
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