Bloodstone

[Khadgar]

Alexander Grey

Alexander turned, after being a little dazed, something strange was afot, and he was more than a little confused.

comming back to his sences he turned around and found that the professor and a girl were now with them. . o O (uh oh, hope we're not anywhere we shouldn't be....) he saw the Professor pocket a key and smiled. he was right of course, but if he was not even in maby of the rooms during his lifetime, then what chance were they of getting caught in an old room?

 

[Firesprite]

Seeing a movement from the corner of her eye, Bell turned with a gasp and spotted Mr Grey. She hadn't even seen him as they'd passed so still had he been.

Dropping a quick curtsey to him to cover her embarrassement she blushed furiously

 

[The GrandMage]

Prof. Plum

He continued holding the diary page, hoping someone would take interest. What a bunch of weirdos. Rip apart the house to find things like a key and leave him there with a diary page.

He sighed, and motion caused him to turn. "Agh! Mr. Grey...Hello. You interested in all this as well?" He said, making a motion with his hand to show he meant the old conservatory.

 

[Firesprite]

Moving from foot to foot impatiently, Bell wondered why no-one was interested in the diary page, and why they were all ignoring the professor. Perhaps the ghost had their tongues?

 

[The GrandMage]

Prof. Plum

He yawned, and handed the page to Bell.

"Here, you deal with them. I'm going to go and lie down. It's not good for an old man like me to be standing around all day whilest these young people ignore me."

He began to hobble back towards the stairs, thinking about his nice, comfortable chair by the fire.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Zoé Lépine

The build up in tension had paralyzed us all for a second [OOC: Whaaat? ] but my eyes followed the diary's page from Professeur Plum's hand to Mlle. Bell's. Perhaps...

'Do you mind if I take that? Hmmm... Merci. Je pense que... I think we should all get out of this frightful place. My garments are not getting any drier and I don't intent to grab hold of a pneumonie during my vacation here. This page talks about the library. I assume it refers there is only one library on the grounds? Perchance we could go there and look for this globe?'

Everyone seemed to agree that there was nothing else to be done in the conservatory and we followed le professeur up the stairs.

'Mlle. Belle, with all these exciting events, I missed proper breakfast this morning. Could I please trouble you to bring me some tea, perhaps some hot chocolat to the library? Je suis vraiment affamé...'

 

[The GrandMage]

Prof. Plum

He looked at the others. "Huh? Oh, there's no globe in the library. At least, not anymore. I remember that when I moved in, it was full, so I removed most of the objects for my books. I had the items moved to a few of the servant's quarter's I was using for storage. I don't seem to be able to recall if a globe was among them, though, although you may check if you wish."

He thought back. He had so many books, and there were still stacks not in the library. He remembered clearing out most of the library to make room. There had been,...what had there been? He muttered to himself, trying to get his last remaining brain cells to come up with a list.

He shrugged, and gave up. It had been a while ago, and he hadn't really cared. He'd decided to get around to checking them once the business was up and running.

And now that it was finally up, his guests were the ones running. Running all around the old house after some 'crime' that was a work of overactive imaginiations. And did they even bother to ask his approval? It was his house after all. He sighed. To be young and careless again,....Or was that carefree?

 

[Zircon]

Belly

Food sounded mightily fine indeed. Although he had already eaten, who could have thought that a simple adventure as discovering the conservatory would induce hunger pangs, as it did to me. Somehow, the oppressive chill was getting underneath my skin. The slight blue on the lips of Mlle. Lépine was mirrored on mine.

“Yes, Professor. It would be kindness of you to feed us hungry sheep, traipsing through your fine mansion, for which we without your permission had done. For that, we apologise.”

I had managed to glance at that piece of paper, and mutely nodded fervently at Mlle. Lépine’s suggestion that we retire to warm food and the warmth of fire. Food just as important as the fire. My eyes were frequently glancing at the maid’s cleavage, as well as her sashaying as we left the damp conservatory. No man could ever imitate the walk of a woman.

“There is no globe you say, professor? Well, that leaves us stumped about that particular reference in that page that you’d just gave. Now don’t you be rising in temperature, my dear fellow. All the things that had happened in the last 24 hours had happened for a reason. You may not believe in the supernatural as much as I do, but sometimes it’s prudent that we don’t ignore the prodding of the spirit world, lest we enrage them. I’ve seen far too many inexplicable things to dismiss it entirely. But for now, let us retire to the warmer surroundings, so that we can discuss this more comfortably.”

As we climbed the stairs back to the mansion proper, the clues that we had found were as puzzling as the murder was. Things were not becoming clearer, rather more cloudy as we prodded along. The key was not a clue like the good professor said. But I just could not dismiss the fact that it was connected somehow. Something was telling me that we, I, were meant to find it, just as the inscription I-C-O-R-X-I-I-I-V-X-I-M-C on the ring. Laura’s death, if that was really the case, would be avenged if we had more clues and better understanding. Perhaps the globe would hold more than we hoped, if it actually existed and where it was supposed to be, in the library. But the professor had cast doubts about it’s existence. Then why did the globe was so intentionally, if I might add, be introduced to this puzzle? This whole affair was making my head ache.

 

[Firesprite]

Bell relinquished the page to Mlle. Lepine then unobtrusivly reached behind a heavy curtain and tugged on a rope there, indicating to the cook in the far off kitchen that food was required for the guests.


Hearing the conversation Bell stepped up to the professor and whispered to him "Sir, the globe.. is it the one that was sent to the attic with the other things that couldn't fit in the servant quarters?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Prof. Plum

He turned to Bell. "What? Oh, yes, I suppose. You see, I can't remember a thing these days. Did you hear that folks, Bell here may have remembered where the globe is. But before we get to that. i would like you all to help me round up the other guests. If you insist on doing this, we'll do it properly."

He moved towards the dining room. "Get together, get what clues we already have, review them all, together, put them someplace safe, and then go get the globe and see where that leads us. I won't have any more of this foolishness going around crazy. We'll get together and do this in a sensible manner, if you won't let it rest."

He continued on, in his own so pace, talking about how to properly go about finding clues to the past and linking them together. He didn't like the idea of them dragging up such things, at all. But, if they were going to be so stubborn, he could at least make sure they didn't rip up his house in the process. And, if he helped them, he could ensure they didn't just go around his house pocketing things, which he was sure they were already doing.

Hooligans.