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[June 7, 2007][Original] Four Laughing Conspirators
Title: Four Laughing Conspirators
Day/Theme: June 7, 2007 "though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool."
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Felice, Dama, Brutus, & Ritto
Rating: PG
“And how do you propose we will make it out of your scheme safely?” Dama wondered. She was all for following Felice’s plan. If it succeeded, she had nowhere to go but up and with the Counsel continuing on as it had, the chances of an appointment without a bit of turmoil to force its hand were slim.
“Someone else will take the blame for it,” Brutus smirked. He pulled out his switchblade and began flipping it open and shut.
“Stop that,” Ritto complained, “It drives me crazy. Why can’t you ever sit still?”
“Who’s going to be our scapegoat?” the dark-eyed woman asked.
Felice smiled. “Whoever is convenient.” He shrugged, “I’m not going to go to the trouble of setting up one particular guy to look like a murderer. I’m taking it easy. Besides, Ritto here has some vow against lying, so it’d be too easy for someone to question him and learn the whole thing if we’re actively bringing a case against someone else.”
“I get it,” she nodded, peach lips drawing apart to reveal her teeth as she was suddenly enlightened, “You’re going to let the Counsel pick the murderer, or murderers, all on their own.”
“And they’ll rip themselves apart in doing it,” Felice finished slyly.
“You’re so smart,” Ritto sighed admiringly, “I’d have never guessed you were this kind of guy when I met you.”
“Leave the thinkin’ to Felice and just focus on being the big, magic-throwing muscle around here, Gonrastin,” Brutus chuckled, “You’ll do just fine.”
“So when are we going to do it? Next week?” Dama continued to ask for more details. She hated to be left out of things.
“We’re holding out just a little longer,” the leader explained, “For maximum shock. It’s going to be on the eighteenth, because the Counsel is meeting that morning for a special celebration of the holy day. We’ll nab him after the others depart.”
“Where do you want me to be?” Dama inquired further.
“As far away from Crystal Valley as possible?” Brutus mused, a teasing pucker to his plump cheeks.
“Not quite,” Felice corrected, with a soft look to show that he understood the joke. “You’re going to stay in Paquin, because I’ll need someone there in case the Orsini’s reaction to the murder makes them close up their city.”
“And me?” Brutus spoke up next.
“You’re going to Dimasque to buy some supplies.”
“What?” the strong, but skinny man blustered, “Buy supplies? I’m not gonna do it?”
“Ritto,” Felice finished dividing the tasks up, “You’re coming to Crystal Valley with me. You’ll find out what you’re doing when we get there.”
“Yes, sir,” Ritto chirped agreeably.
“I swear, if you let that big oaf finish the job while I’m up in Dimasque buying a couple of helmets and a loaf of bread…” Brutus muttered.
“Remember Brutus,” Dama nudged him, “There is no job. We’re completely innocent. We’re clean of the affair.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he scowled.
Day/Theme: June 7, 2007 "though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool."
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Felice, Dama, Brutus, & Ritto
Rating: PG
“And how do you propose we will make it out of your scheme safely?” Dama wondered. She was all for following Felice’s plan. If it succeeded, she had nowhere to go but up and with the Counsel continuing on as it had, the chances of an appointment without a bit of turmoil to force its hand were slim.
“Someone else will take the blame for it,” Brutus smirked. He pulled out his switchblade and began flipping it open and shut.
“Stop that,” Ritto complained, “It drives me crazy. Why can’t you ever sit still?”
“Who’s going to be our scapegoat?” the dark-eyed woman asked.
Felice smiled. “Whoever is convenient.” He shrugged, “I’m not going to go to the trouble of setting up one particular guy to look like a murderer. I’m taking it easy. Besides, Ritto here has some vow against lying, so it’d be too easy for someone to question him and learn the whole thing if we’re actively bringing a case against someone else.”
“I get it,” she nodded, peach lips drawing apart to reveal her teeth as she was suddenly enlightened, “You’re going to let the Counsel pick the murderer, or murderers, all on their own.”
“And they’ll rip themselves apart in doing it,” Felice finished slyly.
“You’re so smart,” Ritto sighed admiringly, “I’d have never guessed you were this kind of guy when I met you.”
“Leave the thinkin’ to Felice and just focus on being the big, magic-throwing muscle around here, Gonrastin,” Brutus chuckled, “You’ll do just fine.”
“So when are we going to do it? Next week?” Dama continued to ask for more details. She hated to be left out of things.
“We’re holding out just a little longer,” the leader explained, “For maximum shock. It’s going to be on the eighteenth, because the Counsel is meeting that morning for a special celebration of the holy day. We’ll nab him after the others depart.”
“Where do you want me to be?” Dama inquired further.
“As far away from Crystal Valley as possible?” Brutus mused, a teasing pucker to his plump cheeks.
“Not quite,” Felice corrected, with a soft look to show that he understood the joke. “You’re going to stay in Paquin, because I’ll need someone there in case the Orsini’s reaction to the murder makes them close up their city.”
“And me?” Brutus spoke up next.
“You’re going to Dimasque to buy some supplies.”
“What?” the strong, but skinny man blustered, “Buy supplies? I’m not gonna do it?”
“Ritto,” Felice finished dividing the tasks up, “You’re coming to Crystal Valley with me. You’ll find out what you’re doing when we get there.”
“Yes, sir,” Ritto chirped agreeably.
“I swear, if you let that big oaf finish the job while I’m up in Dimasque buying a couple of helmets and a loaf of bread…” Brutus muttered.
“Remember Brutus,” Dama nudged him, “There is no job. We’re completely innocent. We’re clean of the affair.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he scowled.