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z. s. luther {javert} (sentinelstar) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-20 15:48:00

Entry tags:

beast, dracula, javert, plot: tempus, plot: xi

Who: Vlad, Luther, Daniel and the various NPCs.
What: Questioning and helping
Where: Russia, Alexander Palace. The playroom and then onwards.
When: Day 2, morning
Warnings: Um. I'll let you know. ~~This isn't the best mix of people.~~

Though Luther had had a worse night's sleep before, that night was particularly unpleasant. The cold kept him awake as well as well as Javert's muttering throughout the night. Getting sick of his lectures, Luther had gotten up at dawn, keeping watch over the others. Once they'd made plans to head out and find better food and shelter, Luther set out to find information. His English - and attempts at French - made him an anomaly immediately. Not even a half hour passed before a set of armed shoulders cornered him near the fish market, grabbing him by the arm and taking him to the castle.

He knew better than to protest - he wasn't oblivious to modern customs when it came to laws. Javert's warnings were unnecessary as he kept quiet, following along and hoping that none of the Bellum residents had gotten into the same mess. The palace though busy, didn't provide many sights of people he recognized - any time he thought he saw someone he knew or should be looking for, he was pushed on.

Eventually he was escorted into an abandoned playroom, guarded by a soldier outside the door. After taking in his surroundings, Luther leaned against a low table, waiting for what would happen next. There were a few knives hidden away on him and his gun had miraculously not been taken. He should be able to defend himself, should anything untoward would occur.

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nobleblood
2010-06-20 08:56 pm UTC (link)

Vlad hadn't gotten very much sleep during the night, partly because he couldn't lower his guard long enough to actually relax and partly because Dracula decided to keep pointing out how easy it would be to kill the others. At some point he managed to fall asleep but awoke with the rising sun. Once everyone else was awake, they decided to split up in order to find food and supplies. After agreeing not to stray too far, he headed off to see if he could find some sort of weaponry along with food. If they ended up needing to defend themselves, then vines and trees weren't going to be enough.

It was his clothing, or lack thereof, that made him stand out rather than his language; although he wasn't used to speaking Russian and his accent wasn't quite right. All he had was the coat and boots they'd taken the night before, and he was still wearing a white t-shirt and pajama pants underneath. There were armed soldiers all over the streets which he did his best to avoid, but trying to get bread without any money was bound to attract notice at some point. When the man he'd been bartering with began to raise his voice, Vlad tried to slip away - but it was too late. Two soldiers were at his side before even Dracula could advise him to run, and he had no choice but to swallow his pride and go with them. Let me out, Dracula hissed, but doing that would be the worst possible decision.

When he saw that they were bringing him to the palace, Vlad knew that this couldn't be good. He tried to ask what he'd done but one of the soldiers snapped at him in harsh Russian to be quiet as they led him through the gates and into the palace itself. He didn't have a chance to stop and see if he recognized anyone, and they didn't let him stop until they reached a door being guarded by another soldier. They spoke in low voices for a few moments before the door was opened and he was shoved inside.

Vlad scowled back at the now-closed door, surveying the large room and realizing that it was some sort of... playroom. The tsarevich, he thought, and Dracula agreed. He noticed the other man in the room and approached him, speaking in English. "Are you from Bellum as well?"

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sentinelstar
2010-06-20 09:06 pm UTC (link)

Luther had kept his eyes moving, inspecting each toy in the room and the design. Once more he bitterly wished he'd been more scholarly - perhaps he'd know the date or where he was other than Russia. Was this palace supposed to be of some significance? He had no idea - politics on the other side of the ocean were foreign to him, especially that of the past. He moved a bit closer towards a few toys taht when thrown could cause some good damage, not wanting a possible attacker to know that he was more professionally armed - he didn't want to lose the ace up his sleeve, after all.

When the man came in, Luther looked up and got to his feet. Javert immediately rifled through Luther's memories, demanding to know who he was at the mention of Bellum but Luther sighed out loud. The accent, despite the fact the man spoke English, gave him a good enough guess of who he was. Despite that, he couldn't do anything about it now.

"I am," he said, arms moving to cross in front of his chest. "Inspector Luther." He inclined his head slightly, as Javert hissed an additional reminder. "With Javert. Who are you?"

	labete 2010-06-22 05:42 am UTC (link)
	Daniel turned, but it was reluctant. "Oh, that's just great. Great. Perfect." He came back down the hall in a long stalk and waited for Vlad, the best at Russian of the three of them, to take over. Crossing his arms, Daniel looked anxiously down the hall one way, and then another. "This is not good." He said it one or two times. Not good, not good, not good. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)