Role Play Here

"Miss...really, I think Kaito wouldn't stand much of a chance against a loaded gun even if he has one himself. Thats exactly why I'm worried."

Kaito stopped, hearing the cocking of the other gun. He smiled. I honeslty must appluad you. You almost got away with. . . killing the queen? Stealing from her? I'm actually not really sure what you were trying to do. But in the end, she got away from you. A person who is afraid of her own shadow got away from you. He paused, looking around the hallway, knowing Lark was there, but not knowing exactly where. To be honest, I often think about killing her. I could never do it though. Because as much as I hate her for being a coward, I still love her for being a great queen. Without her who knows what would happen. He said, leaning against the wall now, nonchalently. I'll give you a choice. You can go ahead, and shoot me. I know for a fact that a gunshot being heard from the queen's floor will have this hall flooded with guards faster than you would think. Or you can leave. I'm still wondering why you haven't left yet. If I were you and I was trying to kill the queen, I would have stabbed her and gotten the hell out as fast as I could. And if you were trying to steal from her, I would have taken what I wanted when she had ran out and left before anyone could catch me. So, I will let you go, and hell, here. I'll even let you have your pick of what you want from the queen's room. As long as you leave, and I swear to God, if you ever come near the queen ever again, trying to harm her or threaten her, I will not hesitate to give you the most painful death possible. And I don't give second chances. That is my word, and I am a man of my word. He said, twirling the gun in his fingers. 

Lavinia shook her head. He will be fine. He has to be fine. She said. 

Lark Karrth

He grasped his gun, slowly coming out of the shadows. Lark watched the man, listening to his words, not quite knowing what to feel. Somehow, he got the vibe that he shouldn't trust this man at all. However, he turned around, so the gun was still pointed at the man, and backed into the room slowly, the gun never leaving its position. Crouching down to pick up the key, he still managed to keep the gun pointed, cocked. 

Slipping the key into the little keyhole in the box, he opened it up and picked out the necklace, before stowing it away in his pocket. That's when he left the room, but stood in front of the man, the gun still held threateningly in his hand. 

"... I can't trust you for sure, now can I?" he asked, tipping his head lightly to the side. "I don't know you. All I know, is the Queen must trust you a lot to send you to go after me." Lark blinked his eyes once. All while he was speaking, he'd formed a plan. A crude plan with holes everywhere, but still a plan. 

"There's only one thing I can do to people I don't trust." Lark took a few steps back. "Good night, sir." He was about to pull the trigger, however he realized- He was going to kill this guy. Just the thought sent chills down his spine. Why now? I've killed plenty of people before. So why can't I kill this guy? Am I... Afraid?

His fingers began to shake, and the shot was no longer as precise as it had been. Lark cursed loudly, before finally pulling the trigger. The bullet had missed the man's head by approximately an inch, and instead destroyed the flower pot behind him. Now, guards had heard the gunshot. Many of them began to flood the scene, Lark could hear their footsteps. 

Shooting the window behind him and totally breaking the entire thing, Lark used the only exit he could think of. He jumped out the window, a daring move. Lark didn't fall all the way to the ground, but instead focused on landing on a tree branch. When he fell onto the rough wood, there was a sickening crumbling crack as extreme pain went to his right leg. Okay. Okay. Just ignore it. It's not broken. It's not broken.

Jumping off of the branch, Lark climbed down the tree. Many guards were shooting at him, but the tree's many branches acted as shields. Finally, he was able to jump over to other trees, then out of the palace area. 

Everything hurt for Lark. HIs right leg, especially. It was extremely difficult to move and stand, but he knew he had to do it. When he looked behind him, the guards were no longer following after him. Lark hurried into his house, the seemingly abandoned building, and shut the door immediately.

"... That was the worst idea I've had in ages," Lark mumbled to himself ruefully. 

After recovering from the shot that came a bit to close for comfort, he ordered the guards that were left away. She's in the garden. I'll go get her. He said told them while they were leaving. I want five guards out here at all times for now on. He ordered and left to go back outside. He kept the gun with him in his hand while he made his way downstairs. He ran his free hand through his hair and thought. He eventually got back to the garden, still holding his gun. He nodded to the two women. It's safe to go back inside. 

Alaska was in the ball room, decorating and setting everything up for tomorrow nights part, when she saw a bunch of servants come storming in, all of who Alaska knew. Someone just tried to kill the queen! One of the ladies shouted. Alaska dropped the bowl she was holding with wide eyes. Are you serious? Did they catch who tried to do it? The lady shook her head. I don't think so. But word about it spreaded like forest fire. Apparently, he got away by jumping out a window, from the fourteenth floor. Alaska's face fell. What does that mean for the party? Someone else spoke this time. Of course we're still going to have it. It's not like the queen's going, and half the guards will probably be there that night. He said. Another servant came in with a box filled with fancy masquerade masks. I got the masks. I'll start setting them on the table by the door. He said and took them to the table. 

Lark Karrth

The thief let out a low sigh, looking at his wrecked leg. It was extremely, horrifyingly bad. He tried to pull up the worn-out pants leg covering it, but upon even the smallest of contact with the leg, pain was shot through his body. Lark winced, however held back a laugh. 

"Hewie," he said, looking over at the young boy, who was watching Lark with wide frightened eyes. "...How on earth did I manage to run with a leg in this condition?" 

Hewie simply shook his head, still watching Lark. "It looks like it hurts... Does it?" Lark simply nodded, without any words to reply. 

Lark managed to pull up his pants leg up, gritting his teeth to get through the pain. His leg was turning slightly bluish. Upon gingerly touching it, he had to bite his lip to keep a scream quiet. Grimacing, he began to make a splint by grabbing some pieces of cloth and a piece of wood. Tying it all together tightly, he frowned. All he got was a diamond necklace for this. Was it really worth it?

That's when he remembered the party Alaska had told him about. He considered going, but perhaps somebody would recognize him, even if he were no longer in disguise. Plus, how would be explain the broken leg? 

I need the food, though... I can just... Go to the party late. Say I was on my way there, when... When I got in a fight with some burglars. That's right, I"ll say I got jumped. And... I'll just hope it's a masquerade party.

Marina let out a large breath, seeing him unharmed as far as she could see. Then somthing occured to her; why did she care? She gave her head a small shake, clearing the stupid though from it. Of course she cared. She cared because its a horrible thing when someone is hurt, or thats what she told herself.

Marina noodded, offering a small smile. "Yea, sure." she said quietly.

Marina turned the corners of her lips up slightly.  "That was stupid of you, you know that right?"

"Yes, all alone." she insited with a slight laugh.

"Well, that doesn't mean its smart." she said with a smile at him.

"Like what?" she asked with another slight laugh. Marina smiled at him, truly glad he was unharmed.

Marina laughed and looked up at him. "If we're going into the woods, you might loose circulation in your arm." she said as she smiled and gave his arm a tight squeeze after wrapping hers around it for a moment. "Because I will not let go of your arm like that."