'Well, Well, Well, we'll have to move along shall we?' Leoh looked up to them before sighing and looking down to the table of clothes.
'These are costumes...' Olivier picked up a pirate hat before Christopher chuckled and took the hat from their hands and placed it on their own head.
'I made these, some were given to me and I added my own theme,' Christopher spread out the coats and pants before his eyes became attracted to the feathered earring that swung around in the air. 'Parrot,' he crossed his arms and looked up to Olivier, Leoh and Acelore stopped looking through the clothe and followed Christopher's gaze and stopped at Olivier.
'What are you looking at?!' Olivier looked up at them all.
'Exactly what I was thinking before,' Commented Leoh.
'In fact, he might be one...' Acelore pinched their cheeks and Olivier started to struggle and flail about before telling them to stop and pull them away by taking their wrists and pushing them onto the table, Christopher blushing at the sight before Leoh also noticed and all his hope in Olivier and Acelore suddenly disappeared, but something was saying to him that this was a perfect moment to draw.
'Get off me Olivier,' he demanded briefly but Olivier stared at them intensely. 'I said; Get off me!' he then scrunched his legs up to his chest and managed to place his feet on Olivier's stomach as he was able to push them off, and after Olivier was forced off Acelore, Acelore came in to punch him, lifting his fist up but Christopher was their catch their hand before it landed onto Olivier.
'Violence isn't the answer right now, you needed disguises, don't you?' Christopher chuckled before yanking Acelore away from Olivier and Olivier standing up and giving them an apologetic look.
'Sorry, that must have made you uncomfortable,' Olivier pouted before getting back to the table.
'So Sorry,' then someone from outside the ship called out to Christopher. 'I'll be gone for just a minute, you three get dressed before someone sees you all,' then Christopher disappeared behind the curtains which were made as some sort of door to the room.
'We should wear something that doesn't bring much attention to us right?' Leoh suggested before taking off his jacket.
'Yes...' Acelore had laid his coat on the coat hanger and he started to take off his shirt, picking up a cotton shirt, it was a tad bit smaller than his regular size, it wasn't as baggy as he thought, but it was comfortable enough, placing it on like a jacket, he buttoned it up and he took off his jeans, if you have good observation skills and the need to be a pervert, you could see that Aceore's legs looked more feminine than masculine.
After slipping on long black leather pants ( which looked more like black jeans ), and then finishing it off with a top hat and a red ribbon tied around the hat. Once he looked up and took his turn to look at the others, he saw the two, both just staring at him with blank expressions.
'What the fuck are you guys looking at?' he spitefully hissed before the two shook their heads and explained that it was nothing and continued changing. 'Pervs,' he commented before walking over to the coat hanger and talking his coat and slipping it on hastily.
'AHA! Leoh, you look like some weird philosopher!' Leoh's eye twitched and he instantly started to choke Olivier with one hand as he pushed up his glasses once more. 'I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry!' he kept repeating until they stopped choking him.
'Back I am!' Christopher jumped through the curtains and looked to the three, Aclore dressed in black like a noble as they snapped on an eyepatch. 'Woah, a bit edgy aren't we Acelore?' Christopher chuckled before flipping up the eyepatch to see both of their eyes.
'Let me be extra Christopher, or else that hand of yours will have to become mine,' they had a deathly glare towards them, eyes ablaze in the shades of yellow, orange and gold, Christopher let go of them before they had taken a cane from the table, swinging it around.
'That's a walking stick Acelore, not a baton,' Leoh looked at them as they played with it as if he was a marching band leader until Christopher came from behind them and took the cane.
'Not just a normal, old walking stick, it's actually a cane-sword I managed to take from this old man who served an illegal group in Westminster,' Christopher pressed a button on the upper part of the cane and it parted, two blades on one end of each part. 'And this,' he pressed another button which was a ruby on the dragon head which served as the handle, and once pressed a blade came out from the dragon's mouth as the tongue.
'A Canesword, those things are illegal, aren't they?'
'Not unless you're of pure blood, that's you Acelore,' Christopher throwing it back to Acelore as he started to play with it like a butterfly knife.
'That's dangerous Ace!' Olivier commented before flinched everytime the blade pointed at him.
'Are you all set?' All nod before Acelore puts the two parts back together and the tongue slides back in quickly. 'The King?' his head turns to Acelore. 'The Doctor?' Leoh nods. 'And, the Captain?' Olivier salutes them and chuckles.
'How does Acelore look like a King?'
'He acts like one,' Leoh answered Olivier with a pretty truthful statement before both were hit across the back of the heads to shut up.
'Christopher, do you think you know someone who could fix the watch?' Christopher chuckled before taking Acelore's other hand and placing it on the pocket watch in his left hand.
'I think our Great Great Grandfather would like to see you again though,' he laughed before patting them on the head and going back into the room to get all the clothes back into the box.
'What's he like?' Olivier came behind them and swung an arm around Acelore's neck, for a moment, he didn't know what they were talking about, they were confused and surprisingly speechless.
'From all I remember, he looked really young, I think; in his mid-twenties?' his eyes looked around as they came out from inside the boat and looked to the docks that they had arrived in, it wasn't the same dock they were in before they met Christopher, and once they stepped off the boat and onto the dock boards, the fresh air soothed them and finally; the sunlight hit their face.
Acelore looked around and saw that so many people were either leaving the docks or entering and nothing else, the group walks up above the docks and up to the pathways, so many people in refined uniform.
'Isn't this such a coincidence that we've been transported to one of our History project topics?' Leoh whispered to Acelore as they nodded in agreement.
But at that very second, a chair was thrown out of a pub window, making one of the horse-pulled carriages swerve and crash, a couple of people screaming as the horse had toppled over someone, crushing them, and the bar brawl had still been going on inside.
'W-We should do something!' Olivier hissed cautiously before shaking Acelore's arm as gently as he could, Acelore didn't like the idea of helping them, he thought that it could cause trouble for him and others.
'I... I have to agree with Olivier on this one,'
'Not you too Leoh!' Acelore growled. 'Why then?'
'Well... If you won't help then... Olivier, help me get the horse up!' they ran off to the horse on the road and all Acelore could do to pitch in was to somehow stop the bar brawl.
'For fuck's sake,' he hissed callously before running off as well, throwing his hat off and running into the bar, he was vigilant enough to dodge one of the chairs that flew through the door, it seemed that the bartender was fighting off a drunkard, people had been hiding underneath and behind tables, as the fight went on, thanks to Acelore's handy experience on firearms and hand-to-hand combat with melee weapons he waited until the drunkard stood in front of them, their back facing him, and he still managed to avoid any contact from the fight to remain stable and calm.
'Hah!' then bringing the handle on the cane down on the drunkard's head, they fell to the ground and they seemed to have major head injuries, blood coming out from their skull as they grabbed a chair and swung it to the side of their head, knocking them out, the bartender was about to hit the drunkard until they fell to the ground before they could hit them.
'Thanks, mate,' they quickly tipped his hat off to them and his eyes shifted to a firearm on the counter.
'You don't mind if I take this right?' he grabbed the pistol from the counter, checking its ammo, 6 bullets left. 'Have a good day,' they bowed a bit and left hurriedly to aid Olivier and Leoh, but after him taking out the drunkard, it looked like he wasn't needed after seeing the horse run free.
'Acelore! We need to get them to a doctor,' they had been talking about the woman who had her legs crushed by the horse's weight on her legs. 'She may not have much time,' then another man walked up to Leoh and Olivier who were supporting the woman on their lap.
'B-But aren't you a doctor?' Leoh shook his head.
'He's a philosopher!' Olivier covered it up with sugar as a carriage came riding in, it was the Scotland yard, Olivier was fascinated by the 'actual Scotland yard' showing up right in front of him.
'Move aside!' the cops came through the crowd and rushed into the pub, slowly carrying out the drunkard who Acelore had knocked out.
'Wait!' Leoh stopped them. 'We need a doctor!' he rasped his voice as the cops looked down to the woman.
'The medics should be on their way right now sir,' they patted them on the shoulder and assured them as that cop stayed by their side before the medics arrived.
Sooner or later, the paramedics did arrive, wearing masks as they hastily transported the lady into a carriage and away to the hospital hopefully.
'She'll be alive Leoh,' Olivier and Acelore saw the pain on their face as they saw guilt and sadness. 'Hey, don't worry okay?' Acelore ruffled their hair as they looked down to them, both Olivier and Leoh stood up as they proceeded to leave, but a familiar rusty voice called out;
'Hey!' it was the bartender, holding a bottle of whiskey. 'You there! Come, drink!' they smiled as Acelore pointed to himself and the bartender nodded, the crowd who was around the three had cheered and clapped to the three for their helpful contribution.
'Forgive us, but we must leave quickly, my grandfather is expecting me,' Olivier had found Acelore's hat which he had thrown in the spur of the moment. 'Good day,' placing his hat on, they tipped the crowd and walked away with Olivier's smile and Leoh's bow.
'Gentlemen aren't they?' a woman's voice whispered to another.
'The one with the glasses looks scholarly,' they chuckled. 'Or the one in black is so charming,' the crowd dissolved as Acelore had lagged back a bit to hear what they were saying about him, sadly he was unfazed by their compliments, so was Leoh and Olivier once they were told about what Acelore had heard.
'Let's take the Lambeth train to Westminster, that's where my grandfather would be,'
'How do you know?' Olivier questioned them until Leoh nudged them to attention.
'Remember, his grandfather is an Earl, that's a pretty high position, of course, they'd live around Westminster at the closest.' Leoh explained to them, Acelore sat quietly in the train seat, ignoring the conversation between Leoh and Olivier just watching the two.