A merchant ship docks in the Arrendalle port. The ports were full of merchants…and people seeking the creatures rumored to recently inhabit the mountains. Many have gone missing.
One of the passengers exits the ship wearing a simple traveler’s garb and inly a calvary saber on his side. His bag seems to be the heaviest part about him. If one were to go through it, they’d find weapons and armor that makes Arrendale’s seem cheap.
He enters the city, lighting a cigarette.
She laughed lightly, “nope….but this seems to be the best way to get you alone….” she spoke and then moved her hands down his torso. Just as she was undoing his pants, Weiss burst into the room. Elsa nearly fell over at being scared. She put a hand to her chest.
Weiss cringed at realizing what was going on. Or what had about to go on. “Uh…..” was all she could make out at first.
Crispin blushed. “Yes, Weiss?” He winked at Elsa.
“E-Elsa the chefs are here for you and Crimson to pick out the menu…..” she said. She tried to turn her gaze away from them. “You two always do this…” she mumbled embarrassed. Elsa sighed and nodded. “Duty calls. For us both.” She said and pulled him to join her. “Food awaits…..” she spoke. Her tone teasing. Weiss wakes ahead of them towards the kitchen.
Crispin follows, still internally laughing at Weiss’s timing. Yang had, by far, the worst timing. Not to mention she had no shame and often commented how Crispin needed to move to the left a bit to hit Elsa’s pleasure buttons.
Elsa at this point had begun to become unphased though she did try to not get caught in the act with crispin cause if someone outside of the team or family saw it would be a bad day in the news she just knew it. She thought as they walked towards the kitchen.
Crispin sat at a seat, wincing as his arm pain flared up again. He disguised it with rubbing his face, or so he thought.
Elsa noticed it immediately and she leaned over and whispered, “Do you want me to ice your shoulder like I did last time?” She asked him. She’d gotten used to the different ticks and what they meant.
He removes his arm and nodded, a maid blushing and absconding. “It seems one of the women in your employ has become smitten with me.”
She smiled, “well as long as she doesn’t make any moves I have no issues” she said simply and calmly. She put her hand to his shoulder. Using her touch to carefully ice the muscles and cool the enflamed nerves. As she did so the chef came out with a single plate of each dish. He seemed to look passed her helping him out and simply continued, “Today we have 5 plates. These are to be the 5 courses of your wedding not including the dessert. Now the idea is you’ll each try each singular plate and determine the order of which these courses will come out. And any tweaks I must makes before the wedding day my lovely Queen and greetings to you Colonel.” He spoke.
Crispin tried the plates in sequential order, coughing on plate 3. He set down the eatery and struggled to breathe.
Elsa leaned towards Crispin, “My love?…..crispin? Are you okay?” She asked with worry in her eyes. She tried to get a closer look at what might be causing it.
He induced himself to vomit out the third plate. “Schiesse!” He pants. “Plate three has domething wrong in it.”
Elsa looked at him. “Poison?…..” she asked. Hoping she was wrong. She rubbed his back and servant suddenly rushed to clean the mess. Elsa looked at the chef. Then at the plate. The third plate had some vibrantly red strange berries and some familiar greenery to it. At looking at it closer. “Mistletoe….?” She asked in a whisper. Extremely poisonous when ingested.
Crispin had now finished throwing up. “Fucking Oum! Haven’t had that happen since Special Forces training. And that was a quarter leaf!” Yang has the cook pinned to the ground, eyes red and hair in her patented Yangry flow. Ruby is trembling, having nearly taken a bite from a spare of plate three.
Elsa looked at Yang. “Yang move.” She said her tone regal. Cold. Terrifying. The queen moved towards the man. She knelt down till she was on her knees next to the man. She waits for Yang to move back her ice she uses to pin down ever individual arm and leg. She even had his neck pinned down. She looked down at him. “You will tell me what I need to know before I handle you or while I handle you. So I would suggest you start talking.” She whispered into his ear.
Yang moves. The cook starts talking, “The dishes had to have been switched. The dish I prepared for number three was something different.”
Elsa tightened the ice around his neck as she closed her hand some, “Then when did it get switched? Why didn’t you say anything if you knew it wasn’t yours? Your story isn’t matching up.” She spoke to him. Her tone low.
“I guess it was during the night. I was asleep when it was changed. All I know is some men in Grimm masks made me make them some dishes with Mistketoe in it. Didn’t ask why.”
Elsa looked at him. “And you stood there and allowed the men in Grimm masks go on within your premises without a second thought on the fact that Grimm aren’t supposed to be here. The white fang shouldn’t be here?” She spoke. The ice she let tighten around his throat. “It’s too close to the wedding. Could’ve hurt the babies. Or myself. It is bad enough it almost killed someone I loved. So come clean……” He aggression started to show as ice started to form on the walls. It seemed to be tinted in reds and purple hues.
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