[Past] Accident, Murder, or Murdurr?

I have a lot of audacity, thank you. She flashed him a shit-eating grin, though he might miss it, as she was just behind him. But he'd no doubt hear it in her voice.

Old days is more fun. False charges is... intriguing but lengthy. And this is kind of a boring party... The fact no-one had stopped the party because of the man that had died, amused her. People were truly apathetic these days.

@Malachai Valentius

He didn’t need to see her face to know she was grinning like the imp she was. Carefully Novella, the wind might change and then you’ll be stuck wearing that expression for good.

Yes. This party was incredibly dull, no one was even commenting on his fine art piece outside, pity. He’d just have to deny their host of the candied treats. Like two shadows the pair would weave their way through the various corridors following the scents of pastries, salted meats and an array of various milder ones that had they the time Mal would spend time dissecting. Alas, they had a cook to procure.

Few servants who noticed them gave them anything but a passing glance, focusing on their tasks and work than pay attention to the business of the Eyes, else they find themselves involved and detained later. It amused him how they seemed to scatter at the very sight of one of the black garbed and masked footmen. With this in mind, Mal paused at the kitchen’s double doorway, flashing his progeny a wink before straightening. With a few adjustments of his sleeves, the Chancellor pushed open the doors with force, swaggering in tall and imposing.

A wave of entropic force rolled out across the room, cooks, chef’s and assistants dropping to their knees in sudden exhaustion, all energy gone that they could no longer support themselves.

You all have enough energy to speak. So, which one of you is the Tart Maker?

@Novella Tilani

She snorted, rather than respond with her voice. He knew her too well; and like a father, could anticipate the look on her face from her tone. She trailed after him in silence, blending into the shadows and following the scents of the kitchen.

Ella stayed in the doorway, quietly clocking an exit to the back and another to the left; servant's quarters, it'd seem. After a moment of examining the many cooks that fell to their knees, she moved around the parameter of the room, slowly. Heeled shoes clicking against the floor, to check one exit and then another. Any movement from the vermin on the ground earned a glare, and her steps only paused as she reached the side exit, taking a moment to firmly shut the door and bolt it.

And then, she resumed to the back exit, to do the same. We would like to talk to the Tart Maker. His tarts are delicious and we must provide accolades to his face. She called, from the back of the kitchen.

@Malachai Valentius

Gods he missed the good old days where they’d sweep in, cause a ruckus, make someone piss themselves and then depart the stage of their meddling with a flourishing escape. Alas, no more blood could technically be spilled since he had enjoyed tossing the whelp off the roof… he couldn’t quite dispatch the entire staff.

Ella provided security while he scanned the wilted faces of the staff, waiting for the Tart Maker to reveal themselves. A quaking hand rose among the crowded kitchen, the young looking lad cautiously looking up in terror, flinching as Mal’s hands clapped together, echoing around the room. Splendid! Up you get, lad, up, up.

A skip entered the Chancellor’s steps while moving forward, that childish glee slipping escaping as a shrill giggle. Landing in front of the lad he pulled him up, taking him by the hands and forcing him to dance across the kitchen, meandering around the bodies towards Ella. The rest of you know and saw nothing, do you understand? Else my dearest over there will return and take your tongues and eyes.

Darling, shall we make our exit? Or is there a dish you wish to try before we take our Tark Maker for a most interesting chat?

@Novella Tilani