Belthoen motioned for the others to move across the dark alleyway, before sliding his hand through his black hair to move it away from his lime green eyes. This was his specialty -- espionage and being quick-witted. It was why his special weapon dealt with creating illusions. Then again, everyone in "The Players" had a special weapon that dealt with helping them in some way. They were a group of expert musicians that had been additionally trained in combat, so that they could protect the Palace and its former inhabitants while appearing as nothing more than the court orchestra.
That had been changed tonight. Belthoen knew that there were some of those warriors out here in the streets, chasing them down -- a few had unintentionally circled around in front of them, but they had dealt with them fast enough, and appreciated the warning of sorts. Belthoen would rather be playing cards or something else at the moment -- he was the kind of ladies man that relaxed whenever he could, but that wouldn't be available as a preoccupation at the moment.
To think, that a revolution had finally occurred. They knew who did it though -- a young man who went by the name of Bach. He was a genius, and supposedly gifted more than anyone in the world at playing the piano. They also knew that it probably had something to do with the controversial events that, five years ago, cost Bach the use of his legs. They would have to avenge the Royal family, and everyone else who lost their lives in the raid on the palace, at any cost...
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A beautiful song, seemingly full of life, ended, as the pianist who breathed it into the machine bowed to the audience of twenty-or-so people who sat in the ballroom, applauding him. They were the "reason" the revolution occurred -- bureaucrats. He did have his personal reasons, of course, but it was fine hiding behind this political one -- particularly when the people would ask questions -- and they definitely would.
He motioned to the person who stood behind his wheelchair -- his bodyguard, confidant, and mostly, friend. She had been there for him, and he would never let her go if it could be helped. As they rolled away though, to meet with the guests personally, a messenger ran up, out of breath, and shaking with nerves as he handed Bach a note.
As Bach put it down, he simply smiled a cold smile up at the messenger. So the Players had survived... he would hunt them down then, even if it was required of him personally. He simply motioned with his left hand to his bodyguard, making that motion that said he was tired of this messenger. He certainly had nothing personal against him, but, he could do whatever he damn well pleased. Besides, it was always nice to have a change.
Just like the change he had enacted... and would continue, as he had The Players hunted down and mercilessly slaughtered.
That had been changed tonight. Belthoen knew that there were some of those warriors out here in the streets, chasing them down -- a few had unintentionally circled around in front of them, but they had dealt with them fast enough, and appreciated the warning of sorts. Belthoen would rather be playing cards or something else at the moment -- he was the kind of ladies man that relaxed whenever he could, but that wouldn't be available as a preoccupation at the moment.
To think, that a revolution had finally occurred. They knew who did it though -- a young man who went by the name of Bach. He was a genius, and supposedly gifted more than anyone in the world at playing the piano. They also knew that it probably had something to do with the controversial events that, five years ago, cost Bach the use of his legs. They would have to avenge the Royal family, and everyone else who lost their lives in the raid on the palace, at any cost...
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A beautiful song, seemingly full of life, ended, as the pianist who breathed it into the machine bowed to the audience of twenty-or-so people who sat in the ballroom, applauding him. They were the "reason" the revolution occurred -- bureaucrats. He did have his personal reasons, of course, but it was fine hiding behind this political one -- particularly when the people would ask questions -- and they definitely would.
He motioned to the person who stood behind his wheelchair -- his bodyguard, confidant, and mostly, friend. She had been there for him, and he would never let her go if it could be helped. As they rolled away though, to meet with the guests personally, a messenger ran up, out of breath, and shaking with nerves as he handed Bach a note.
As Bach put it down, he simply smiled a cold smile up at the messenger. So the Players had survived... he would hunt them down then, even if it was required of him personally. He simply motioned with his left hand to his bodyguard, making that motion that said he was tired of this messenger. He certainly had nothing personal against him, but, he could do whatever he damn well pleased. Besides, it was always nice to have a change.
Just like the change he had enacted... and would continue, as he had The Players hunted down and mercilessly slaughtered.
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