ls_cassius: (L.S. Cassius)
High above street level, but not quite as high as The Flit, are various shabby shacks in Spite. It is one of these that L.S. Cassius procured as their Lodgings. It went cheap at 500 rats, but of course the seller had not mentioned that it was infested with rats anyway. When Cassius first came to London they managed to get board with a Widow, but soon they discovered that privacy and independence was greatly needed.

Their Rooftop Shack isn't much, and can be described as 'cozy' on a good day, but it has served them for over a year and looks that it will serve them for the rest of their stay in The 'Neath.

"a Rooftop Shack: draughty and unstable. Good thing there's not much wind in the Neath. But the views are magnificent!"

a Rooftop Shack: draughty and unstable. Good thing there's not much wind in the Neath. But the views are magnificent!
 

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OOC: I am making this an open post of Cassius' Lodgings. For it anyone wants to visit, drop something off, or the like. Just make a comment with whatever day it is in the Subject (so I can keep track) and we can go from there. I made a kinda crappy floorplan of the layout, but I'm not too happy with some of the substitutions I had to make. It is far better that my original sketch though! Their mailbox is an old breadbox by their door. Also there is an around 1/2m cubbyhole type area over the bed/pantry which is kinda visible here, and there is a little ladder to help reach it propped beside the dresser. The pantry & bed area have sliding doors to maximise space. I think I may have made it a bit too big, but I was basing it off our kitchen in size for the whole thing. I could go into the ash privy by the shack below, and I forgot to include the stairs leading to the shack above, but oh well. Cassius' typically uses a nearby bar's halting station though. They also usually bring water in. But yes! Here it is:
 

Now please be respectful and whut-whut! I should also mention that Cassius has 2 rats for room-mates, & a pet bat.
ls_cassius: (Peacockery)

[If you would like to ask me questions (with the exception of Cassius' name), have any concerns you wish to bring-up, have any compliments(!), or would like to offer any suggestions-either on how to do something, or would like to suggest an activity!-please leave them here. I will be turning-on Anonymous & Screened Comments, so feel free to stay private!

OR

You can send me a private LJ message:


http://www.livejournal.com/inbox/compose.bml?user= LS_Cassius

But I will say please remain respectful! >: ]

On A Fall

Nov. 6th, 2011 04:27 pm
ls_cassius: (Peacock *too many eyes*)
Today is November 6th, 1891. Upon waking-up this morning, a Lorel Cassius had a memory of this time from the year before. November 5th is the birthday of a woman named Merriwether Fawkes, and they remember giving her a small British currency coin for it. But why a coin? On the night that they had first met her in person, the man that would later become there belle organised a game of Forfeits. Cassius had put a crown into the Iron Hat and then recited two proverbs (‘If you cannot be good, then be careful.’ & ‘Revenge is the longest journey.’) to have it back. So it is because of this that Cassius gave her a gift that was more tied to a memory than its size & value might suggest.

Lorel had also on the night before sent two telegrams down to London announcing their plan to take a Sunday dirigible down. Sunday dirigibles are often just small, and only for a few passengers. But it would get them back sooner, so Cassius bought their ticket. They had left the city in a rushed manner, and in doing so had missed having any real attendance of a lovely party.--The Lonely Knight’s ornate armour left sitting next to their desk at #27c Ladybones Road. They have travelled many times by dirigible in the past year-or-so, and besides from this vessels size nothing seemed any different than before. Well that and the fact they were travelling with a caged bat, and a bright green lizard.

So an hour later they were simply contemplating what to eat for supper, while looking out the window of the craft; when an explosion from above sounded and shook. A grinding noise as everything lurched forward with metal snapping. Cassius grabbed their two travelling companions as they managed to stand up. From the now open side, false stars could be seen whirling by as wind whipped inside with the dirigible rapidly descending.

The pavonine detective was beyond terrified as they clutched Triton to their chest.

Yet they were also used to bravery, so once buildings grew closer they made a last ditched plan to try and jump. It would be their only chance, and one that could very well not work. Unlocking Saunder’s cage and giving him a kiss on top of his head they let him fly off to his own safety. But lizards cannot soar, so giving yet another kiss they bundled their lizard into their shirt and made to run.

Their travelling boots thudded against the floor as the neared the ripped open cabin. Their heart pounding almost as loud. All around them they could hear the gas escaping and burning. The sounds of shouting. The air sucking-out. And just as they made to jump a small girl came tumbling in front of them. Would the momentum be enough for both? Probably not. But instead of side-stepping her to leave her be, Cassius grabbed her and gave her a shove as those boots left the flooring.

An Innocent.

A Sacrifice.

A Knight.

A Fall.

The young girl rolled onto the flat rooftop as her rescuer went tumbling down.

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[I just could not bring myself to write a full death scene. Just this now was so very heartbreaking. And by not including one, there can always be a slim chance that they could of survived.]
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Eventually the little brown bat will find someone and try to lead them to near the area. Yet all that will be found is a surprisingly unharmed lizard wearing four rings strung onto his blue collar. Two gold wedding rings, and two well used signet rings.

The crash was not a very large one. The bulk of the dirigible landed in the Unterzee, and what was left to land in London was mostly charred wood & twisted metal. Still it will be in most of the newspapers for the next few coming days. And the fact that an L.S. Cassius was aboard can be traced back to the ticket they bought, and the telegrams from the day before.

[If anyone wishes to find Saunder, and then Triton, they are welcome to do so. Yet I do not feel able to play it out myself.]

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A few days later several letters will be sent from a solicitor's office.
ls_cassius: (Constables' Pet)
 "...Would you like in exchange for me to answer any question you might have of me? You are often calling me 'mysterious' it seems. I cannot promise it will be a straight answer, or possibly even make sense, but I can promise that I will be truthful."___ L.S. Cassius to Nathan Attford

I [Sarah] also cannot promise that it will be complete or the like. Possibly not even satisfactory! There are also some things that will remain a mystery probably--public declaration of their gender, or their full name.

[moving my questions to a separate post! *jumps on the non-Vancouver Canucks' bandwagon*]
ls_cassius: (Detective)
On Ladybones Road is a bookshop, but a bookshop with its name long scratched out. The owner? A small weepy man. The poor man lost his soul, and with it he took the name from his shop. Still can make a good cup of tea though...if it wasn't so salty. Tears really aren't a good flavouring for tea.

Rooms above a Bookshop: rooms on three levels above a winding, dusty stair. The owner is melancholy and given to buttonholing you at the door and weeping into your hat. But he does have some interesting customers.

Rooms above a Bookshop: rooms on three levels above a winding, dusty stair. The owner is melancholy and given to buttonholing you at the door and weeping into your hat. But he does have some interesting customers.

His tenant on the top floor is an L.S. Cassius. An efficacious and potent detective of rather slight stature. On the third story they have set-up an office. A rather bare office at this time. The waiting area is completely barren, save for a round coffee table, a cheery stone aspidistra, and a few cases of sparkling Surface wine & perry. On the table, encircled with fluted wine glasses, is a tiered tea tray covered in various little tartlets--pear, apple, cherry, and lemon. Several boxes with further tartlets in them sit in a corner.

Then through the 2nd door one may find a small stove with kettle, three filing cabinets, three decent chairs, and a desk that is large, sturdy, respectable, and just maybe; nicely weight-baring. (I'm picturing something in a heavy dark wood, with engraving of flowers on its legs, maybe with the centres painted a cheery yellow)

It is atop this desk that Cassius sits (or roosts), waiting to see if any of their associates-and friends, and compatriots-choose to investigate the enigmatic clue that has been left. Some may catch its meaning more than others, and some still already know that Cassius has been setting this up. They have worn a new respectable Morning Suit, in a pale, but vibrant sky blue. Even exchanging their usual square-ended ascot for a more common-but blue-cravat.

Early that morning they had gone about delivering their business card with the office address on it, but without any other details. They have even hired a woman with a contraption (they know what a typewriter is, but do not own one of their own) to stamp "#27c Ladybones Road" onto the front to add a neatness and further mystery to what they are calling a 'clue'. They have stuck these 'clues' in mailboxes, under doors, and even sent several by messenger bat. It is up to the recipient as to what the card means.

Cassius folds their arms, crosses their legs, and smirks.

an office at three levels above a winding, dusty stair )

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[I will make a proper office post at a later date, but I think it would be best to have others help decorate make in-character suggestions, find a piano for it, etc. Behold the contrast of fancy ceremony with an almost empty office.]
ls_cassius: (Miss Bay)
On the stage for this afternoon stands a Miss Daphne Bay, about to preform her simple magic show...Followed by quite a feat of escapology! Of course it isn't really a Miss Bay, but an L.S. Cassius dressed-up in Scarlet Stockings and Glad Rags, with a loose auburn wig. It is actually a rather good disguise, and only if one knew beforehand that it was Cassius, got a good look at their face, or were extremely perceptive could they tell. But It is not as if Cassius does not make a rather good young woman, with the help of rather cumbersome padding to help fill the dress out more.

The 'magic' is simple slight of hand really, tossing scarves around and having them fall back down to the floor and catching the eggs that were not in the when thrown. Flipping their Modish Bonnet over and twirling about to show that it truly is empty, before drawing a little brown bat from it perched on their fingers. Saunder actually seems to enjoy this silliness, and makes a little cheep for the audience. Cassius switches to tricks with coins and candles, and towards the end of this performance they are sweating terribly. The bright gas lights, and the effort making them glad that they are not wearing the usual wool suit.

With another theatrical spin on their feet-glad that they went with flat-bottomed shoes-the gas lights go out.

The audience is silent. )

results )

[now feel free to comment and what-not if you wish to have seen this performance, or just want to meet a tired but sexy moé Cassius backstage. This is kinda a drabble, mixed with a place to paste the results, and an Open-Post!]

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