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[Lord Edward Darcia]

He started to throw the guards to the side, his entry was not to be this provocative yet again he was forced to use his strength and status. He just wanted to talk to the dame once again, the dame meaning lord Okahum, or the man whichever was best to call she or it. . He wanted to first talk business , then maybe confirm his suspicions. If he was a man or a woman. He did not know or truly understand why he had thought this. But then again, maybe he was just imagining things in his drunk stupor again. Seeing a man grab his arm, he started to turn around and stared at the fellow.

His eyes glared at the man as he smiled and started to open the from entrance doors. A smile crossing his lips as he started to see the dog poo. His hand raised to his neck as he rubbed it slightly for comfort. Here we go again, turning behind him he started to see the guards with haste walk towards him and knelt down to pick the poo up with their hands. He had been planning to take a little trip but thankfully the woman had come to him things would be made a loot easier .

Yes they would. "Prepare dinner for 2" he barked and started to see a man shake his head and start to walk away towards the kitchen his lips licking as he started to grab a mans neck and pulled close to whisper in his ear .[td][/td]

[Shimakuro]

There was an intruder in Darcia’s castle, and it was none other than the latest in a long line of Oakums, though when she wasn’t using that title she went by the name Joan Arclite, and when she wasn’t going by that name she went by whatever popped into her head. Her long list of aliases included such names as “Jack Hauff,” “Rawk Hardkahk” and so on.

Disguises were something Joan was fond of, and she found every opportunity to use them. Maybe if this whole leading a nation thing didn’t work out she could seek out a career as an actress, a spy or at least a con-artist. That wasn’t very likely though, she had too much fun having a whole castle’s worth of a staff to order around who had to do any little thing she told them (like peeling five hundred bananas and scattering the peels in the welcome hall, or throwing baseballs through the windows of nobles she particularly disliked). At one point “Lord Oakum” decided to teach a particularly “bitchy,” as she so eloquently put it, woman a lesson and signed a warrant stating that all of her underwear had to be confiscated for the official reason of “being so out of style that it was considered treasonous to the Oakum estate.”

The truth was that even when she had a rational reason for signing a warrant or some other such thing, she would intentionally make up something that sounded ridiculous just for the hell of it. A murderer was once charged with the crime of “not killing enough Darcian nobles,” a robber was charged with the crime of “not announcing his presence by doing the ‘customary’ electric slide on their door-step before breaking in,” and the list continued. The first criminal received “life imprisonment” in ten feet of water, and the second was required to take dance lessons every day for four years.

Her wondrous royal exploits aside, at present she found herself working on the task of managing to sneak into every bathroom in Darcia’s “castle” for the sole purpose of writing graffiti on each and every one, saying things like “Life is a joke, and the joke is in your hands,” as well as several sonnets dedicated to Darcia’s mother’s sexual exploits, most of them allegedly involving three or more men (or women).

When not in a bathroom though, she found herself wandering the halls in costume (a stolen guard uniform).

[Lord Edward Darcia]

He looked at the man who had entered into his castle. His eyes closing as he stared at the woman through the shadows. Just as he expected, there was someone who was trespassing. He would greet his guest in the most formal way possible. But her identity, that was what he wanted to know. But more so, why she was here and why she had raided his castle with filthy things. But then again, she had a certain quality to her. A sort of beauty. Could it be that his eyes could deceive him so. Yet she was a man no doubt about that.

Standing, he followed her quietly hoping that she would not notice that he was behind her., Anyways what was the good , of hiding. She would be caught either way or he. But yet he could not really tell which was which. He missed his Peri , his master weapon maker. But that would come for another occasion to think . Right now , he needed to concentrate on the task at hand.