Thread: The Perplex Parcel Pursuit Project (darkangel76 p Lotherio)

Oh indeed, the silhouette did belong to her tutor, but this was not the gentleman Mathieu standing under the dark light of the cool night air. No, this was Gentleman Luke, the scoundrel, smiling sinister as she began to come closer. For his luck, which ran deep at times thus far in his life, grey clouds moved about the moon like tender hands on a lover, never truly covering but always staying sensuously on the skin to claim that object as theirs. Between shadow play of the moon, the cool air and those shadows cast by other airships about them, he was well suited to the advantageous mix of play between light and dark. For this occasion, there was a darker hat and jacket, or perhaps that was a play of the light from above. A sash was affixed to the hat, with a card displaying some king or another to assist those sailors incapable of reading with the playing of their card games. Mustache waxed and twisted sinister, the brim of his hate dared to cover his eyes in yet another layer of shadow while he held both arms before him atop the cane affixed with a single dice, as if to proudly display this individuals morality by the choice of gaming they so preferred. A single hand left the cane to fetch something from a pocket inside his vest, coming low in a fist before him than rising up as a thumb flicked a single large, golden coin to gleam off that pale moon light. That is far enough boy, Ill see to the luggage, came a confident voice, to smug for its own good, less gentlemanly than Mathieu perhaps. The coin was enough to cover the porter fee and then some in fact once it hit the ground and rolled in a lazy circle, it was evident the boy would have to forgo the luggage else loose the money all together. By the time the money rattled off the wooden planks of the air docks, the silhouetted man had in his hand the tiniest of guns, holding it at the height of his head, both to encourage the boy and to let the lady know this was more serious business now that life and death sort of business. Bringing the cane up under one arm to hold it, the free hand extended decidedly into a wisp of moonlight and there in that hand, once it unfurled from a closed fist, was Mr. De La Mottes ring from the meeting earlier in that day. If you so wish to see Mathieu again, came the voice of Luke, Youll do as I say Lady Granville. Dropping the pretense of Miss or any such reference to her youthful innocence in those words, he further stressed the nature of this true business. Somewhere inside, Mathieu lamented this decision, she would of came willingly, they might of forgone even the Packards and business contracts, she was so eager. Ah, but alas, that is why Luke must do this now, even if planned all along, Mathieu was growing too soft. Certainly he could train this lady to enjoy many pleasures of the world, but that would not net coin in their chests. For no matter how delicious this woman may turn out to be, she would not bring food to the table, put a roof overhead, repair the ship, or any such. Luke lived in that reality, Mathieu inclined towards some fantasy he concocted while interacting with Charlotte Granville. I assure you, Id as soon go to your parents with your lascivious designs, you may never see the light of day again if they knew of this, as if to discourage the thought of running. Board my ship, we will be on our way. Mathieu De La Motte will be spared. The smallest gun in his hand, no more than a fold out, one shot piece, signaled to a smaller dirigible ready for float. Even from this distance the small embers indicated the steam engine was firing to life, waiting to fill the ball balloon with more hot air it only took was to lifting and cat the anchor and they would be off to the winds.