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| Topic Started: Apr 7 2009, 07:05 PM (62 Views) | |
| Cara DeBesadre | Apr 7 2009, 07:05 PM Post #1 |
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The man she was looking at was most definitely not Voerman. Amber eyes took their time inspecting the vampire, working their way from the ground up and noting every detail. From the obviously well tailored clothing to the impeccably immaculate appearance, nothing visible was missed. Despite the outward appearance of civility and restraint, there was something about the man that set off alarms in the back of her mind. Some little thing she couldn't put her finger on that said 'dangerous'. Something more than him being one of the well preserved dead. It was a pity that seeing him had stirred the furred infection that she kept locked away inside. The lion had slid though her grasp, straining to breach the surface to butt its head against him. Or at least it had, before she grabbed it by its figurative neck and tossed it back into the little 'cage' she kept it in. The infection was, in her opinion, far more trouble than the minuscule benefits made up for. A manicured nail tapped against a slim leather folder for a moment, picking out a soft beat before she mentally shrugged and slid it across the table. If Voerman felt like sending couriers, that was his business. Fingers spread against the expensive leather, folding the folder down as her eyes met those of the vampire. An arrogant move, to be sure, but she wasn't going to be cowed by some cadaver just because a side effect of her infection wanted to play. "Tell Voerman that if he pulls a stunt like this again," a finger rose, tapping gently against the folder as to leave no doubt, "that his clavichord is going to sit in Cuba until they break it apart for fire wood." Lips pursed in an irritated moue, auburn brows drawing together in a look that surely had seen more than one person sent to their own execution. With little more than that her attention snapped back to the papers in front of her, text packed into the sheets in a multitude of languages. "Unless there was anything else he needed..." He was, as far as she was concerned, dismissed. |
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| NPC | Apr 8 2009, 02:25 PM Post #2 |
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 Ettore ·· 1072 ·· Master of Florence ·· Sourdre de Sang Like a good little servant would, Ettore stood silent and still as Miss DeBasadre made her evaluation of him. Bright eyes scrutinized every square inch of his visible self, the woman making assumptions and conclusions about him within her mind all the while. She was certainly the judgemental type, this much he could tell just from first glance. High class, something which most definitely could not be said about the majority of lions he'd spotted in Paris to date. Certainly, this was the product of well breeding deriving from elsewhere within the world; France simply could not have birthed such a woman. Perhaps, if he was lucky, her personality might be anywhere near as striking as her appearance. Despite so obviously acknowledging his presence within the office, she took her time in actually making and holding eye contact enough to begin a conversation of any kind. First tending to closing and thereby dismissing the folders directly before her, and only then expressing her irritation at the situation. As if, it hadn't already been notable just by her expression. "Tell Voerman that if he pulls a stunt like this again, that his clavichord is going to sit in Cuba until they break it apart for fire wood." As much as he appreciated the aura of command that she was simply radiating, Ettore knew in his mind that no such message would be relayed to Hadrian that evening, or any other evening. He was not a messenger, despite taking on the role of one for the duration of this meeting. "There were, other matters requiring discussion." In actuality he couldn't care less about what Hadrian did with his business. So long as the vampire didn't do something as moronic as become bankrupt, it wasn't any concern of Ettore's. However, when he'd heard that it was a lioness that he was scheduled to meet with today, he'd taken the opportunity to volunteer for the task. It was tempting, to merely sit and tug at her beast until she could no longer bear it. He wanted to know the extent of her lycanthropy; the way her mind ticked. Without taking a look inside. He made it a habit, when meeting specific persons for the first time not to enter their minds before examining them on a physical level, first. Taking an uninvited seat across from her - a display of arrogance much to match her own, he allowed the folder to sit in it's position atop the desk. "Such as, for example, how I myself may be able to acquire your services for a later date." |
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| Cara DeBesadre | Apr 14 2009, 03:28 PM Post #3 |
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"There were, other matters requiring discussion." Of course there would be. Nothing with Adrian was ever simple, always spiraling out into some other scheme. But that had become something she simply planed for. Just another expected hitch in plans. Another notch in the long list of reasons she no longer found the blond vampire nearly as interesting as she one did. His unpredictability was just too ... predictable, at least for someone who made a living anticipating the whims and needs to others. A brow arched upwards sharply as the courier invited himself to sit. That on the other hand, she hadn't exactly been expecting. Leave it to Adrian to employ the difficult sort of aids. Instead of telling the courier to get himself out of her nice calf skin seat, she simply leaned back in her own chair and made herself comfortable. Mother of pearl nails shone against the black material as fingers wrapped around the armrests, making her look a queen of an executive country. "Such as, for example, how I myself may be able to acquire your services for a later date." Lips curled in a razor smile, amused and condescending all at the same time. "That depends on what you think my services are. Adrian is, after all, prone to elaborating to make things more interesting, at least when he's not feeding his habit of misdirection for the sole purpose of aggravating me." A hand rose, fingers plucking the bluetooth device from its usual place cradled in her ear, settling it carefully to the side. Potential new business deserved, and needed, her undivided attention. And while she normally made it a point to never miss a call while she was awake, she was sure her clientele appreciated that enough to not begrudge her a missed call here and there. Especially not given her track record so far. "You don't strike me as the sort who would need my usual services, much less the sort that needs those I provide for Adrian. But," fingers waved in a dismissive gesture as if to brush the judgments aside, "what services do you think you need me for?" Edited by Cara DeBesadre, Apr 20 2009, 01:29 AM.
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