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Post by kight on Apr 20, 2009 15:47:30 GMT 1
You could fell the stillness in the air, as if something some where was not right. It was a feeling that most knew well at some time & yet here it was again that feeling of something about to happen or happening that in the end would not turn out good for those of lower class. Time ticked away as a few people watch & waited to see what the danger was as if to know they should rake flight of run form some danger.
A short time passed before the answer started to become clear, you hear the wagon & for a moment it was just that a wagon but, the was the sound of horsemen as well & as the sound drew closer you could see that there as many of Prince John’s men & of course the Black Knight, the one that many called the devils right hand.
Rigoletto was sure there where some that questioned if he had not, once been the Black Knight that helped those that needed it but, if he was the same knight it would leave many to wander what could have changed him or if it was turn that ever man had there price when it came to money & being bought out.
The flicker of the black armor, that was like a pelage of its own as if the armor was like the angel of death. The sun at times danced over the armor of the knight that was as dark as the darkest of nights & looked like it might have just been forged out of hell’s fire.
The other men, that where with him where there by looks of it to keep the wagon guard by those around & there was two drivers. The men where armed & had the look in there eyes that, flickered with in the depths, that they would not hesitate in doing something, even if it was to harm some one for the littlest of reasons. The wagon was a prison wagon & with the amount of guards, it left little room to think that the one in side or ones in side where not important to some one but, with who the important person was made one think that it was ether the Sheriff or Prince John for who else would make an order for people to be brought in.
Clipping & clopping of hooves could be heard as the wagon came more into the town, before stopping. The nicer of horses could be heard fallowed by the sound of people that moved to get off there horses. These men then moved to knock on a house door, if need be they would not hold back to barge in.
The Black Knight waited witht he men, watching & waiting for any signs of trouble or danger.
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Post by Abigail Merton on Apr 20, 2009 18:49:52 GMT 1
Abigail Merton had been in need of some long due freedom. It seemed as though all her life consisted of was a routine that was so incredibly dreary. As she walked gracefully and in a manner that showed her longing to stay here and not go home to her father to sit by him and read or feed him.
She had hardly slept the night before, and that was clearly visible on her face. It lacked its usual glow and the pink that usually covered her cheeks was not present. Her face was flushed and her eyes did not have there normal luminescence to them. As Abby walked along now reaching the town square she pushed her hair behind her shoulders and smoothed it out a bit. It was not a usual thing for her to wear her hair down, but since she was going to town she figured she could at least do that little to make her appearance more pleasant to the eye. Abigail's dress was a lovely off-white color with a flowing skirt and a dull pink sash. It had always been one of her favorites and she needed something to brighten her mood today.
Abby heard the sound of hooves before she looked up from the ground and saw the handsome horses and the armored men upon them. Her eyes lingered on the prison wagon as she swallowed hard. They all looked so incredibly terrified and it made her feel suddenly light-headed to look at the scene. Abby had never been on to advocate such practices. She wondered what she all could have possibly done. Stealing, she guessed, was the most commonly practiced crime.
Luckily, Abby had never had to resort to such a low thing as to steal, but she couldn't help but think that soon enough she would have to.
Her eyes moved from the prison wagon to look at the guard that had moved to someone's door and was now banging on it. She stared in wonder as she waited for there door to open. Abby didn't realize that she was gawking at the whole scene for so long until she heard someone speaking to her.
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Post by kight on Apr 20, 2009 22:32:23 GMT 1
Rigoletto had been watching those around him & the wagon, he had looked away to the door the men where banging on when it appeared that no one was home or more if any one was they where not about to answer. He for once could not blame them but, it did not change things or that they had to ether be brought in or to pay for there actions. It was more likely that they would have to come in, since it many did not have money to pay for taxes let alone anything else.
Rigolett, had turned to look back in the direction of a person a lady when he heard one of the other guards had spoken to some one about what they where staring at, he did not really care if there was an audience, it would in ways good to have one or more since it would make it know on the matters of what would be done to those that where found to be braking some rule or something close to that.
The man appeared to then think on if his words where wise since, Rigoletto was there & he was at the moment out ranking him & if Rigoletto chose he would even here not have any problem with putting him with in his place even if it meant placing him on the flat of his back on the ground.
Rigoletto lightly tapped is horse sides as he approached the man that had spoken, he made a hand jester in moving to go help the guards that where at the door to go in look for the one that was in question. Once he moved to leave & do as commanded, the men moved into the house to look to see if anyone was around in side the house.
But, they came back with only one & they dragged them out before throwing them into the prison wagon they then the said that none where in the house that where other wise in question but, they said they would start searching the other houses for the last people in question.
Rigoletto nodded, as they started to move off to start looking. Rigoletto looked at Abigail, before moving to turn & give some orders to other horse men to start looking on the other side of the village for those they had been sent to find.
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Post by Abigail Merton on Apr 20, 2009 22:53:59 GMT 1
Abby looked up to see who had spoken and realized it was not her their words were directed to. She stood absent-mindedly her eyes still set on the unmoving door. Abby could feel some of the guards eyes on her. They surely didn't suspect her of anything, she was simply a spectator.
She watched with feelings of mixed emotion as they waited and waited for the person to come to the door, but nothing. And Abby was not shocked by them simply going in, themselves, and coming out with a person. The dragged them along and Abigail felt terrible for watching so closely, and doing nothing about it. Not like she could do anything about it, anyway.
Abigail decided that it was about time to leave as the guards occupied themselves with the task of finding the rest of the rule breakers and the ones who were in need of paying taxes. She, herself, was probably also in need of paying them soon. Abigail dreaded the day that they would come by. They were always so rough. She used to not mind it so much, but lately she had become more and more worried about expenses. She was beginning to lack sufficient amounts of money, though the response to this would not be very immediate.
Decidedly she forced herself to move forward and back through the town square before looking back at one of the guards. He was upon a horse and seemed to control the rest somewhat. He was ordering all the rest around, it appeared.
"Excuse me, Sir." Abby said to him when he was done speaking to the rest of them. She wasn't exactly sure why she was interjecting but her mind raced to make something up. "I was wondering if you could help me."
(I hope I interpreted your post correctly...)
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Post by kight on Apr 20, 2009 23:27:15 GMT 1
(No you got it, I was just hoping that you did I know it was not the best)
Rigoletto watched as the guards had watched some one approach he did not think much of it as he glance to see who they looking at he saw it was the Lady form early, Abigail he did not know her name but, he knew well that form the looks of it she held some title or rank. From her clothes & walk it said that ether she held it, one time had or had been schooled with in it.
His eyes flickered to the men that appeared to be so entranced by, this Lady & not there orders but, the appeared to feel his eyes on them & did well to move to leave to fallow out there orders.
He heard a woman’s voice & looked down looking at them threw the helm he saw it was the Lady only from a short time ago. With her second words he waits before he spoke so that he could find an answer to best suit this. "And what manor or deed could I do to help you me Lady?” He knew he could ask & then find out what request or problem was her dilemma. Perhaps help with her answer, he could full decide if he could help out or not. What task could she need of him? Since few would of dared to approach him & speak to him so openly or even in such a way.
Of course despite how even Rigoletto thought or felt his stallion was more then happy to give what might be a found greeting from the Lady perhaps his stallion was more enchanted then her or perhaps his horse knew better then him, at least many animals knew people better then others did for they since there true feelings.
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Post by Abigail Merton on Apr 21, 2009 0:20:40 GMT 1
Abby felt awkward having all the mens eyes on her as she met a few of there gazes slightly, but she also felt flattered at gaining so much attention. Normally she was just one in the crowd because she didn't like feeling the pressure of alwaya having to say the right thing or be the perfec lady. Abigail paused a moment smiling at his horse before looking up at him again, wondering what she was going to say to him. She gave him the most charming smile she could manage as she took in a deep breath.
"I am very sorry to disturb you," She said shyly as she stroked the horse lightly once without even realizing it and then dropped her hand again. "But, recently, I had something taken from me and I was wondering if you had caught the young man who had dared to steal it from me." What a bad excuse, she thought to herself as she wondered why in the world she had just said that of all things.
Abby was ok at lying, though she had little practice with it. She questioned herself in her mind about why in the world she was even bothering to disturb this man right now. Could she really not have just walked away? What was she trying to accomplish, anyway? Abby's mind raced in curiousity at her own actions.
"And I would not have even thought to take time from you, had it not been something of importance to me," Abby added thinking it best to make it seem like she wasn't nearly so petty as to get so upset over a fake object that was of little importance.
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Post by kight on Apr 21, 2009 0:51:22 GMT 1
He did not miss that she gave him a charming smile but, he did not say anything to it, did not sure pass him that she touched his horse ether something that few ever got to do. Rigoletto listened to her words, working over in his mind if she could be lying but, then what reason would she need to he was not here after her & he did not think that she was working to see that those that need to be brought in would be sparred if she gained his help.
Watching her but, still remain alert he spoke “And what is it that you lost & do you know what this young man looked like?” With at least answered he could give a better answer, to her words but, he did not recall finding any thief that held something that might appeared to belong to a lady.
That is unless it had been a few days since that were when he last found some that might even come close to who might have held what she was looking for. He also knew that he would not dismiss many more of his guards he was not so easily blinded & he would make sure that orders where fallowed.
(Sorry for the sort posted)
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Post by Abigail Merton on Apr 21, 2009 1:07:42 GMT 1
Abigail stared up at him as she waited for his reply. She thought about telling me that she needed to go or something silly like that, but it did not coincide well with her act. And so, she kept looking up at him with an innocent expression that appeared slightly upset, wide eyes that also attempted to convey that, and a smile at the fact that the man was 'helping' her.
"It was a necklace, Sir. A family heirloom, actually. Gold with an intricate cross at the end," this wasn't fully a lie. Abby did own such a necklace, she was just grateful she wasn't wearing it at this moment. "He was a little bit taller than me, Sir. And very slender. He wore brown pants and a white shirt, that was becoming more tan than white from the dust. And he wore no shoes. His hair was a dark brown, though covered in mud as well as his face. And beyond that I wasn't looking close enough to remember." Abby was shocked at how easily she made the entire thing up.
She looked down at the ground a moment before bringing her eyes back to his. "Sir, if you don't have time right now I fully understand and I would simply be happy if he kept an eye out. If no one you have found has matched this description," Abby said doubtfully. She hoped he would agree to keep an eye out for the very loose description she had given him.
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Post by kight on Apr 21, 2009 1:49:36 GMT 1
Rigoletto watched her closely, there was no missing her smile & that she appeared to be honest that she needed help in this matter & he was just as pleased that she accepted that he might not be able to do it right that moment. At her description of the man, nothing came to mind but then with him having a dirty face did not greatly help in telling who the man was other then they where likely a present or a low class.
But, at hearing the description of the item she was looking for he nodded light as he looked at her & spoke “I can not say that I have seen such a man or item but, I will keep eye out for it or the man” He watched her thinking over what she said & what she looked like if she did not by chance tell him her name. With that in mind he spoke “And should I find this item for you me Lady, what is your name so that it can be returned to you the rightful owner?” Looking at her he spoke “It would help to if you can tell of the house you live or where it is best to find you, that way it will make it easier to get the item back to you”
Time ticked by, as he waited to see if she would answer or tell him where to find her so that he could if the item was found return it to her. His horse light nickered & he did not have to hold the rains tight to keep him form going form where he was, with that he lightly with out greatly thinking on it stroked the top of his horse neck.
At the moment it was likely hard to tell if he was of high or low class, throw to be a knight or that one had to have some form of ranking.
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Post by Abigail Merton on Apr 21, 2009 2:04:47 GMT 1
"Oh yes, of course." Abby said as she laughed lightly at herself. "My name is Abigail Merton and I live in Nottinghamshire, Sir. Though, I do ask if you come to residence that you not be too noisy about it. My father is very sick and sleeps quite often," Abby said. She hoped he would listen to what she said and keep this in mind if he somehow found something matching her description and decided to bring it back to her.
"Thank you so much for your help. I am truly grateful," Abby added offering him another one of her smiles and truly beginning to believe her own act. "I hope I have not wasted too much of your time, Sir." Abby looked up at him waiting for him to bid her goodbye or something of that sort. Though she almost wished he wouldn't. Lately she had been so lonely and it was nice to talk to someone besides her dilusional father. Perhaps that is why she made this whole story up. Absent mindedly she had been longing for someone to talk to or for some attention.
Again, Abby eyes the lovely horse. She had always loved horses, though she had feared them in a way. Standing this close to one was both scary and pleasant. She smiled at it again letting out a soft laugh as her arm brushed against it. Abby brought her attention back up to the man as her face still retained the same glowing smile.
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Post by kight on Apr 21, 2009 2:26:04 GMT 1
Rigoletto gave a nod at her first words; he would respect that for he knew well his place despite his title or blood line. “I will do well to keep that in mind & if I get a moment I will send a message to you first of my arrival & I wish your father the best in becoming well”
After all was it best that he remember that many of these nobles he did know even if it had been years ago. Many at sight would not remember him but, they likely would remember his blood line & house that is if he told them it.
“Your welcome & I only hope that I can help you out” He did not miss her last words “That is alright, I am glade that I could be of some help” With that he looked at her ‘Is there anything else that you need of me? And should any thing else come up missing please let me know” Rigoletto would keep up doing side jobs tell he could not take any more on.
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Post by Abigail Merton on Apr 21, 2009 3:13:03 GMT 1
"That is very kind of you, Sir," Abby was serious about all that she was saying and she scolded herself finding she was being so completely stupid in wasting his time over a lie. But it was nice to know that someone would help others, still. Her eyes gained a sadness as she thought about her father. "Thank you," she whispered to his statement about him wishing her father the best in beocming well. She suddenly felt her throat constricting and she willed herself not to cry here, right now.
"No, that is all," Abby said as she tried to hide the single tear that fell and wiped away lightly with her sleeve. "Oh, please do excuse me, Sir. Thinking about my father..." Abby cut off wondering why she was bringing up such things to this man and not just walking away.
He still intimidate her slightly but she was becoming a lot more comfortable around him. It shocked her how easily she took on this version of herself. But the tears were real, quite obviously. Her father was getting worse, that was apparant to her and everyone else. No one could help him now and since she had recently found this out it tore her apart to think about it.
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Post by kight on Apr 21, 2009 9:26:31 GMT 1
Rigoletto could almost feel the tension in the air when he spoke of her father; it was a feeling he had felt before one that said that perhaps such simple words of him to get better caused pain. This in turn meant normal two things ether she feared her father at the idea of him getting better or he was worse off then Rigoletto was thinking.
Hard to say what of the two it was, he nodded at her thanks he knew well that he could be intimidating but, then he had his reason to want to be so to not be favored by the people as he had once been. And he also knew that for her to ask for his help of all people, she must need it he was just not sure exactly to what degree if it was simply to get this item she had lost of was it more.
He hoped it was nothing more, Rigoletto was in no mood to want to deal with such things & if need he would make that likely all to clear. But, form the sound of her voice, she was holding back from breaking in front of him & he could understand, to many with in these lands it was no seen as fitting to show such emotion.
He spoke once more “Then for now I will, take my leave of you Lady Merton of Nottinghamshire” With that there was only waiting to see if anything else, would be spoken before he took his leave to set off to do his orders to see that they where carried out.
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Post by Abigail Merton on Apr 21, 2009 18:48:06 GMT 1
Abby told herself over and over in her head that she could wait until she was away from people to cry, but right now it seemed the tears would find anyway they could to escape her eyes. She wiped them away quickly once more and tried to put on a smile.
“Then for now I will, take my leave of you Lady Merton of Nottinghamshire”
Abby nodded slightly widening her smile in thanks fully conveying all the gratitude she had for him as she turned around to walk away. Her smile faltered almost immediately after and she couldn't believe how much time she just wasted by lying for absolutely no reason.
With a second thought Abby turned around again with one last question she had failed to think about before. His name, she would surely need that now wouldn't she?
"Sir, whose name shall I be waiting to hear from?"
Abby stayed where she was as she stood her eyes squinting slightly to keep from looking directly into the sun. She was now a few feet from him. The tears had subsided slightly and she was sure he couldn't see them now, a fact she was grateful was true.
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Post by kight on Apr 21, 2009 22:29:06 GMT 1
It did not pass Rigoletto that it would appear that, she was wiping away something perhaps a tear but, then it was not his place to speak on the mater. He saw her turn & more by instinct had watched her as she leave as he watched her he saw her as she turned around, his mind flickered on why. Perhaps it had been his to many years in battle & fights even if he was in no danger of being harmed but, it set him to being more alert.
He heard her second question & he spoke simply “The Black Knight would best suit me for the time being” He would of said his name if he had not been wearing all his armor but, he knew that when he was the Black Knight he was no in the end really Rigoletto but, another person in many ways.
But, he did not know if she would take that as an answer or if he would need to answer her more fully, then again he might have to later on. That was unless he played both parts of Rigoletto & Black Knight with out telling her that exactly. Then the thought came she might hate him in the end for such an action or his deeds.
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