The Chronicles of a Gentleman

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Post by arcanus » Sat Oct 01, 2011 9:36 pm

Etheria - 1987
Divergence Point: Robert Boyle discovers luminiferous aether is a conduit for raw elemental forces in 1689.
This enhances the progress of science and the British Crown and Empires of Europe for the next three Centuries,
continuing the Victorian Empire towards the 21st Century.
Lord Sebastian Reynolds turned from the distressed form laying in the bed, momentarily distracted by the sounds of Saturday night in the Crown capital.
Neon signs illuminated the sides of the hotels, theatres and music halls opposite the grand spectacle that was the Magdalene Theatre complex.

Three years in the making the three owners had a year ago purchased several neighbouring buildings on both sides of the old Theatre.
His contacts in Infinity had proved very resourceful following his using his formidable persuasive powers to explain that the complex would make an excellent home base of operations.

Jonathan Pope looked up from his perch upon the side of the bed, concern written across his chocolate coloured face, Doctor Nathaniel Chase calmly adjusted the twin drips that ran one into each arm.
One that drew a curious yellowy plasm out of the sweat covered girl whilst the other pumped her full of fortifying compounds.

Finally satisfied with his ministrations Chases turned to the Baron “And now all we can do is wait”
Reynolds nodded, strolled back to his baroque embroidered wing back chair, through the Magdalene's great attic windows he watched as a monolithic airship sailed majestically over North London before settling in for his night’s vigil.

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Post by arcanus » Tue Oct 18, 2011 9:22 am

Etheria - 1987
The Grand Lounge, Magdalene Theatre Complex, Shaftesbury Avenue, The Crown Capital.

"He said what" blustered Lord Roborough, whereabouts Jillian Mammott had elected not to pass on the Infinity agents comments his staff were less discreet.
"I think all things considered we were the height of discretion" he grumbled to no one in particular.
Doctor Chase remained silent, while Sam merely regarded his employer calmly, he knew that Sebastian would seethe for a while, rationalise the matter as the comments
of someone of lower breeding and move on.

It was Kitty who broke his tirade "Anyways, what a'bout Moire?"
Reynold spun upon his heel, his face darkening then logic reasserting itself "Yes, of course"
Chase smiled, then frowned casting a suspicious look in JPs direction, the half coloured man merely replied through an enormous grin
"She is through the worst, the Plasm has now drained and her strength seems to be returning!" he said confidently
'Returning a little too quickly' he thought

Surveying the assembled players Sam once again allowed a momentary unnoticed smile before returning to stoic resolve.
"Wotz zat!" said Kitty, each of the party looked at the large glass canister sitting upon the lounge table.

The ectoplasm held within was swirling of its own violition, a sphere of fluid curling in upon itself
It was Jonny Pope who saw more than the others, a sensitive he saw within the sphere a pulse of faint light, tentatively stepping forwards
he placed his hand upon the canister, the others held their collective breaths.

Closing his eyes his minds eye he saw an old ornate bridge, there was a sense of familiarity, yes it was somewhere in the Capital, but what did it mean?

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Post by arcanus » Tue Nov 08, 2011 1:30 pm

Etheria - 1987
Maristow House, Lord Roboroughs Country Estate, The Tamar Valley.

Standing upon the side steps of the tradesman’s entrance to Maristow House, Danvers cast a baleful eye at the Aether Car as it circled in over the estates woodland.
Impeccably attired in his dress suit, he watched as the strange sail like blades sprouting from the undercarriage tilted and turned as if capturing some invisible force allowing a steady angle of descent.

Danvers was a no nonsense man, a lifelong faithful servant of the Reynolds family, particularly the current Lord Roboroughs late father, the latest turn up for the books had for the first time in living memory caused a considerable furore within Maristow House's servants quarters.
It wasn’t acceptable for the servants to be distracted and down below was a hotbed of idle titter tatter if they were allowed to get away with it, that was without the news that had arrived from Knightsbridge a week ago.

The Aether or Zepcar swung into a stop, hovering some ten feet above the gravel courtyard, its nose drifting up slightly as its driver then adjusted the fins, allowing a gradual descent to the floor.
Danvers wrinkled his nose at the ungodly machine and then equally at its driver.

Samuel Brocklesby powered down the car and smiled to himself in satisfaction he was starting to get the hang of flying it, he gave Danvers a small friendly wave which wasn’t returned, and in fact the Butler of Maristow House had gone from his normal stoic self to looking very unhappy, very unhappy indeed.

A quizzical look crossed Sam’s face, opening the door he stepped out, “Morning Danver’s”
“Morning Mr Brocklesby” replied the older man stiffly, Danvers never called him Mr, only ever a disdainful Brocklesby, Sam smiled, still confused and trudged around to the boot, promptly pulling out his luggage.

“His Lordship is travelling separately?” Danvers asked
“Yes, coming down on his train, you know how he loves his train and I see the station is coming on” he quipped back
“I’d rather you didn’t speak of Lord Roborough in such familiar terms” responded Danvers stonily
Sam frowned, it was irritating him that this man was trying to put him in a bad mood
“Alright man, out with it, whats wrong?” Sam’s true West Country accent bled to the fore
Danvers merely returned a glare
“Of course!" he exclaimed "The promotion, got your knickers in a twist have you!” Sam scolded shaking his head
A week ago Lord Reynolds had promoted him to Head of Household, a sort of senior Butler position, not that he could tell Danvers, but the real reason he’d done it was so that Sam wasn’t answerable to any of the servants within the Reynold’s family households.

With Sam’s increasing role of accompanying Reynolds on his little trips and the recent agent situation he’d wanted to close any loose ends, but Sam could see how this would upset Danvers.
“Look its gone nothing to do with Maristow, that’s your territory not mine, I’ve got no say here, Lord Roborough was quite clear on this!”
“We shall see Mr Brocklesby, we shall see!” and with that Danvers marched off leaving Sam with his luggage.
Shaking his head ‘It’s a pity you can’t see what goes on in London you stupid old bugger, then you’d realise I haven’t got time to deal with this as well as everything else’ he thought, looking up at the stony edifice of the great house.

It was going to be an interesting few days.

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Post by arcanus » Sat Nov 26, 2011 10:28 am

The Babbage Net - New London
Divergence Point: Robert Boyle discovers luminiferous Aether is a conduit for raw elemental forces in 1689.
Fuelled by scientific progress Charles Babbage aided by Ada Lovelace creates his Difference Engine, Lovelaces Paradigms develop into an entire virtual world.

The Babbage Net.
The usual orange sky suddenly changed, a lime green cast spread quickly across the heavens, deep dark green streaks forming the facsimile of clouds.
Sirens sounded across Babbage, most of its visitors were unconcerned nothing in the realms virtual could really hurt them, death here only dumped people unceremoniously back into the land of the living.

The Britannic Tower towered over the glittering jewel that was Babbages New London, Great Britannia had always enjoyed the most cutting edge Paradigms, it was only right that the birthplace of its creators should enjoy such prestige.
The tower extended thousands of feet above the virtual city, sculpted in the likeness of Britannia herself, with a hint of Queen Victoria drawn or carved into the facial features.
The Defender of the Crowns head slowly turned surveying the elemental territory beyond the walls, inside its head the administrators of New London watched the sky change.

Silvery domes covering the city shimmered into existence and turned opaque, fractions of a second before great waterspouts whipped up from the terrain and extended into the clouds.
Elemental storms were an unpleasant part of existence within Babbage.

The Hammond House Collection
Officers of the Charles Babbage Special Constabulary had more pressing concerns than the water elemental storm raging above, a bizarre side effect was that it had started to rain within the virtual grounds of the Collections Domain.

Non programmed weather was the least of their worries, great mechanical spiders carried marbled black columns and were slowly planting them in a circular perimeter surrounding the domain.
Inside the internal paradigms of the hall had been taken offline, something that had almost taken an act of Parliament to effect, however Lord Roborough’s voice carried more weight than one would have thought.

Babbage Constabulary Agent Hopkins barked at the government drones <MOVE, MOVE, MOVE>

[Why were Government Paradigms so damned slow] he thought
The Domains own perimeter defences were also activating, the picture perfect green lawn complete with stripes rippled and large maze like hedgerows springing up forming a perimeter wall.
Large stone dais rose from the ground, animated stone dragons stretched their wings and growled at the unseen invaders.

<Come on, come on> he buzzed in frustration, the Constabulary Agents all turned as the lights illuminating the outer hedgerow wall blinked out, followed by the next row.
<MOVE IT> they collectively bellowed, the black suited government avatars moved at an unhurried pace, as the huge mechanical spider drone drove the last column down into the ground.
As soon as this occurred the columns shuddered and transformed into solid black trees, the branches intertwining and then covering the Domain.

The lights completely died across the grounds, a dragon statue exploded and the darkness illuminated by the flickering of flames as a flight of butterflies created entirely of fire flowed through the defences.
The government avatars vanished, [Cowards] mentally swore Hopkins, who grew his Hardcode pistol and joined the barrage now cascading from his fellow agents, who were now retreating into the domain.

Razor edged clockwork cogs spat from their weapons, tearing into the column of fiery insects.
However the agents onslaught failed to prevent the insect code from reaching the foliage defences and setting them ablaze, the intertwined trees flaring.
The Agents stood fast, this was Government code it didn’t get much stronger, his attention drawn from the fire now raging across the defences surface, to the dozens upon dozens of small dark shapes hopping and leaping through the darkness of the grounds.

Hopkins nor his fellow Agents had never seen anything like them and prayed they never would again
<Control, inform the Yard we are besieged, the enemy force is a bloody great army>

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Post by arcanus » Thu Dec 01, 2011 8:48 pm

Etheria - 1987
Divergence Point: Robert Boyle discovers luminiferous aether is a conduit for raw elemental forces in 1689.
This enhances the progress of science and the British Crown and Empires of Europe for the next three Centuries,
continuing the Victorian Empire towards the 21st Century.
11 Tanners Row – Tower Hamlets, The Crown Capital.
The Drapery and Haberdashery warehouse of Foxbury and Farouk Limited, bustled with fabrics and linens of all descriptions.
Huge steam powered looms rolled yard upon yard of home woven and exotic fabric for a huge variety of customers, beneath the surface of the enterprise operated Infinity Corporations Etheria II headquarters.
Despite the megacorporations scale and the sheer number of people who worked for it, its operations were usually small or run by its subsiduaries such as White Star Trading.

Etheria II warranted a full scale covert facility for several reasons, the first was its position as a British Hegmony Worldline where Infinity had secured significant government influence ahead of Centrum.
The second was that raw elemental power could be tapped via magnetically influenced gateways, the raw materials that could be produced were unique and of immense interest to Homelines scientists, third the basement of 11 Tanners Row had a Nexus gate from Homeline situated within it and required a sufficient level of security.

The Infinity facility was co-operated by White Star Trading and the Infinity Terra Management division with offices maintained by its Intervention Service or I-Cops.
Julian Mamott was the divisional head of Terra Managment, who were widely regarded as nothing more than paperpushers and beancounters, the factor that erked its more adventurous partners was the fact that it controlled the Gate and Parachronic Projectors.

Six pm was a time that Julian had made his way home and finished for the day, allowing his subordinate shift managers to deal with the over night drudgery, however events within the Capital had priqued his interest and he’d decided to sit in on the six thirty divisional call.

Sweating he made his way through the mill factory warehouse and through the offices at the rear of the expansive space, the vast majority of workers were ignorant of the true nature of their employers, however Infinity had bent the rules in staffing the station by recruiting a number of natives from this Worldline.
It was widely known the consequences of revealing the Secret, Infinity also had proprietry rights in the Bedlum Asylum, loose talk about other worlds would lead to discreditation and swift incarceration.
The fact that the Corporation paid three times the going rate to its workers meant that most had a vested interest in discretion.

Mamott was one such native recruited for his knowledge of business and contacts within society, as a former banker he was one of the few people who’s social standing didn’t affect his connections with members of upper society, that and he was very good at financial investments made him a useful acquisition.

He’d risen quickly through the ranks to facility head and had embraced both Etherian and Homeline technology and administative practice, making his way through the offices, producing his swipecard he uncovered a hidden reader concealed within the panelling of a wall, the card swipe in turn revealing a retinal scanner, this completed the office door automatically locked and a concealed door slid open.
The true Infinity base took up the Victorian basement, with more recently built sublevels and chambers, retaining a shadowy atmosphere under halogen tubes.

Julian arrived at the Babbage room, his day had been pleasantly interupted by an extended lunch at Gatti’s with some prominent bank managers, having had some time off he didn’t begrudge extending his day, anyway recent events were proving very interesting.
He had an hour before the call, more than enough time to take a look for himself.

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Post by arcanus » Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:40 pm

Etheria - 1987
Maristow House, Lord Roboroughs Country Estate, The Tamar Valley.

Miss Elizabeth Reynolds stood within the main lounge of the house, Regency portraits and landscapes surrounded them, floral settees and chaise longue positioned strategically amongst period antique wooden furniture.

The lady of the house was not in the mood for discourtesy nor interruptions, a fact that the usually opinionated and domineering Aunt Catherine took into full account and remained silent.
Elizabeth had first received the news a week ago, however Samuel Brocklesbury’s arrival ahead of her brother had reminded her of questionable decision making on his part, namely the promotion of Samuel to Head of Household, which effectively made him the most senior member of staff within the Reynolds Family estates.

She had no issue with Sam, in fact he was a childhood friend of their middle brother Jonathan and had looked out for Lizzy in her more wayward days of rebelling against High Society.
The issue, the very principle was that the decision had been made without consulting her, the fact that struck her harder than anything was that she fully understood that her eldest Brother was Lord Roborough and that he ultimately had authority over all of the estates, it was just that he usually involved her in such things.

Samuels arrival earlier today had provoked the anticipated consternation amongst the servants, the fact that Sebastian had also arrogantly ignored her communiqués to discuss the matter had riled her even further.

She spun fiercely as Aunt Catherine finally broke the silence “Tea my dear” she asked and before Lizzy could snap she discreetly looked in Lady Amelia Cheshire, the daughter of the Baroness of Tavistock’s direction.
Lizzy quite liked Amelia she was easy to deal with, being quite considerably dizzy, Aunt Catherine had as usual cultivated the acquaintance in further effort to ensnare Sebastian, as comely as she was, she presented little mental challenge for her eldest brother and therefore was greeted with dazzlingly charming indifference.

Lady Catherine was particularly committed to Lord Roborough finding a suitable spouse, like Lizzy her society position was purely through association with Sebastian’s Barony, in reality it held no formal standing and had been arranged purely by virtue of her late Brother in Laws persuasion and Influence.
Although Aunt Catherine was permitted to title herself Lady amongst society, something that Lizzy could only do within the confines of Maristow House.
Should Sebastian die unwed or without issue, her position vanished, something that the indomitable Lady Catherine simply would not allow.

Composing herself Lizzy smiled as Lady Amelia looked up, she stifled a look of horror at the feathered monstrosity that constituted Amelia’s hairpiece, Devonshire fashion certainly had much to learn from London or was it that Amelia thought it looked good.
Something would have to be done, this coupled with Amelia’s floral dress was an absolute disaster, today was proving challenging to say the least.

Sebastian had a considerable amount of explaining to do when he finally arrived.

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Post by arcanus » Wed Dec 07, 2011 9:53 pm

Etheria - 1987
Divergence Point: Robert Boyle discovers Luminiferous Aether is a conduit for raw elemental forces in 1689.
This enhances the progress of science and the British Crown and Empires of Europe for the next three Centuries, continuing the Victorian Empire towards the 21st Century.
11 Tanners Row – Tower Hamlets, The Crown Capital.
The usual means of entering the Babbage Net was either through cybernautic interface or chemical means, a little advance tech meant that the facility had induction booths, resembling suspended animation pods from a sci-fi movie. The pod stood upon two squat legs suspended at a 35 degree angle, allowing its occupant to recline at a gentle repose, Mamott climbed inside, laying his head back between the induction pads and closed his eyes.

The Babbage Net - New London.
Momentarily the inside of the booth was overlaid with the high resolution of the virtual world, a world formed from mankind imprinting domains and artifice upon the Aetherial limbo through programming. He stood upon a tower constructed of obsidian bricks, as he materialised he saw a Constabulary Agent waiting for him.
<Agent Tremaine, how goes it?>
<Badly Mr Mamott, considerable forces are arrayed against two Domains, a concentrated effort>
<Shall we have a look> he replied
The Infinity Hacker working amongst the Babbage Constabulary, nodded and the pair where lifted into the air and onto a bulbous brass contraption complete with rotor blades on its top.
The laws of physics or the trifles of gravity were of little concern in Babbage, so the impossibly bulging machine accelerated at a pace and swept them across the skies of New London and over the grounds of The Hammond House Domain.

The constabulary had constructed a encompassing dome of trees which had completely enshrouded the domain, however their defences were under attack from small agile figures and some larger ones, each cloaked in darkness.
Balls of guttering fire launched from the attackers exploding into the floral defence, in return streams of metallic shards strafed the intruders.
Julian pursed his lips <A determined assault>
<Yes, sir, the biggest concern is that the code being deployed is as every bit adept as Whitechapels!>
<Really that is a turn up for the books, I thought the establishment had the monopoly on such matters>
<Until such a point some either replicates it or steals it> replied Tremane <It was only a matter of time>
<There is that, does this present us any threat?>
<No although a big kerfuffle it’s a local event, I’m sure Lord Reynolds with keep everything in order>
Mamott turned and regarded the angular Imperial Blue representation of a British Peeler
<Lord Reynolds is involved>
<Yes he’s assisting Special Branch>
<How vexing> grumbled Mamott
<If you don’t mind me asking sir, how so>
<Lord Reynolds provides us with a useful route into High Society, if he meets an untimely demise we’ll have to go through all the trouble of vetting another individual without compromising The Secret>
<His safety is a concern then sir>
<Well yes that as well, however I can already hear the Committee, if it’s a local affair then we let it play out, is there any threat in Prime Reality?>
<There is an assault in physicality as well> responded Tremane
Taking a final look at the battle, Mamott directed the Agent to return him back to Infinity’s Domain.

Prime Reality.
Shaking the fuzziness from his head Julian, paused before heading to the kitchen for his cup of Blue Mountain coffee, he activating his Aethercom.
“Maxwell, I want you to get over to the Hammond House Collection, I have a delivery for you to make!”

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Post by arcanus » Mon Jan 23, 2012 3:00 pm

Etheria - 1987
Morcombe Avenue – Kensington, The Crown Capital.

Agent Maxwell drew his cloak around himself, warding off the winter chill.
From his vantage point upon the slate rooftop of the six story Kensington townhouses he watched London burn.

The droids had run amok, Lord Reynolds prediction had been received that little bit too late to stop the advance, panic had yet to spread, homeowners still remained within their dwellings and had not yet opted to flee.
However the roads into the gilded streets of Kensington had a substantial police and private security presence.

His comm chimed within his inner ear “Sir!”
Julian Mammott sounded a little harried “What’s the situation on the ground?”
“The Armies joined in, so the tide is turning, however it’s going to take hours to put a stop to it!”

Maxwell knew full well the reason for the call Etheria provided a pipeline of elemental energies to certain Homeline Colony worlds where the laws of physics allowed such things to interact and more importantly be used.
Mammotts Infinity Masters would be stamping hard for situation reports and ultimately a decision as to whether to intercede, it was all about the bottom line.
The cost of interfering versus the escalating costs of whatever projects where powered by the elemental fuels and how they were being affected.

“Reynold’s is convinced that there’s Out-World interference, they’ve uncovered some odd relic from some shady fellow connected with the automatons, this Podmore character says the language isn’t from Etheria?”
Maxwell sighed, he be damned if he made the decision for Mammott, it wasn’t on his paygrade

“Not sure I follow you sir!”
“Well do you think their right” replied Mammot with no small degree of exasperation
“I’ve seen no sign of Out Time involvement, sir”
A breath of relief “That’s all right then”
Maxwell smiled “That’s not to say Lord Reynolds is wrong, just that I haven’t seen any signs”
A stony silence descended across the comm until finally “Very well, thankyou agent Maxwell” and the comm went dead.

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Post by arcanus » Mon Jan 23, 2012 10:39 pm

Etheria - 1987
11 Tanners Row – Tower Hamlets, The Crown Capital.
Julian Mammot stared balefully at the conveyer aperture, a miniature portal designed to allow communication between World Lines.
The device resembled a thick steel polo mint set into a panel of machinery upon the wall, the central hole filled with a metal sphere which rolled aside.
A mechanism arm raised, aligned itself with the aperture and then fired a boom through, after several moments a video link came online.
As the image synchronized with the audio with ear splitting feedback, Julian looked through the bottle green window, the chamber below him contained the main conveyors.

He watched the technicians scurry around, security twitch with uneasiness, the circumstances outside had put the entire base on edge.

<Echo relay, to Forever Queen, Quantum wormhole link stabilise in T-minus 5 seconds, 4, 3, 2, 1, Mrs Trentmost, Mr Mammott your online>
<Mr Mammot, reports indicate the civil unrest within E4167Q is being brought under control by native authorities>
“Yes ma’am, that is correct”
<The initial reports make suggestion of Out World interference, is this correct?>
“Yes ma’am, however our general view is that this is the work of talented local forces”
<So the point of this call is!>
“To reassure The Centre that matters are in hand and that the Patrol are not needed”
Ominous silence ensued, Mammot’s discomfort crystallized into annoyance
<Mr Mammot, while Intervention Strategic Operations agree with your assessment, other information has come to our attention for this reason an agent will arrive shortly to investigate the situation>
“May I ask who this agent is ma’am”
Again silence descended until <Yes, an agent with some familiarity with E4167Q, Agent Black>
‘Great’ mentally muttered Mammot, his day was going from bad to worse, the communication ended, the boom retracting and the sphere rolling back into place.

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Post by arcanus » Sun Feb 05, 2012 6:41 pm

Etheria - 1987
Knightsbridge, The Crown Capital.
The door bell sounded like a great gong that shook the sleepy foundations of 21A Knightbridge Road.
Samual Brocklesbury almost appeared from the subterranean servants quarters, striding along the Persian hall runner toward the ornate arched front door.
Opening said door with an air of calm indifference as was customery amongst butlers, he raised an eyebrow when confronted by a figure quite out of place.
Out of place in that he wore a long black leather coat and sunglasses that were certainly not the height of Victorian 1987 Spring fashion.
The figure regarded Sam for a second longer than was comfortable, not that this preturbed him, he'd met worse from appearances, Sam stood quietly and expectantly.
"Is Lord Reynolds at home?" the visitor finally asked
"The nature of your enquiry sir?" Sam responded
"Infinity business"
Sam allowed the figure to enter and step into the guest drawing room

Lord Reynolds Knightsbridge abode was smaller than his Country estates, however the single largest room bar the dining room, was his interconnected Lounge and study, separated by a set of wooden double doors, Sam found his master sat within his study a room piled with curios collected by three generations of Lord Reynolds.
He hadn't quite anticipated his masters reaction
"Here, now" snarled Sebastian Reynolds
"Yes sir" replied Sam
"Did he say what he wanted"
"Only that he's here on Infinity business"
Sebastian's face darkened further

Caleb Black took in the features of the guest drawing room, the quintessential William Morris style wallpaper, the settee and chaise longue, arching mirrors over the mantelpiece and oriental rug.
He noted that the house seemed to have escaped the worst of last nights attack, however the automatons had made it this far West, the road leading into Knightsbridge shared mechanical remnants with bloodstains
He turned as another gong from the doorbell reverberated through the house, his sense automatically swept out however puzzlingly he found nothing.

Sam grumbled as having received Lord Roborough’s ire he was drawn once more to the front door, it would seem that he had recently been very wicked as he was receiving little in the way of rest
Opening the door his eyebrow found new heights upon his forehead, if his previous visitor was out of place, this one was just weird.
An almost effeminate man of height and slight build loitered upon the doorstep, his blonde hair a riot fanning out like some outrageous peacock, his clothes consisted of lots of leather and chains.

He leaned forward and tapped his nose “Infinity Business”
Sam sighed “Isn’t everyone, so much for this Secret”
The blonde figure looked around furtively “It’s a secret”
“Come in” said Sam with a degree of resignation
As the new arrival strolled into the guest room Black gave Raz a long look, then he too rolled his eyebrows, oblivious Raz cheerfully turned to Sam “Two sugars and a slice of cake, you shouldn’t have”

After finishing his main business of ensuring that the house and most importantly his staff were in good order and relatively unaffected by the automaton rebellion.
Lord Reynolds had spent the morning calling in favours to help and try to located one of his Chamber maids missing brother, infuriatingly he’d uncovered nothing, the authorities inundated by enquiries for the lost.

Straightening himself up, having made the irksome I-Cop wait he made his way down the staircase and entered the guest drawing room.
Reynolds staring at the other unexpected guest, a dandy who seemed to be single handily demolishing a plate of Victoria sponge cake.
“Lord Reynold’s thank you for seeing us” the agent started “We need to know anything you know about a person called Winthrop!”
“Yes, Winthrop” mumbled the blonde dandy through a mouthful of cake

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