I fear a world with more blood than tact.
AGE
27
GENDER
Male
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Adviser
UNSORTED
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Post by Larsa Castelle on Apr 2, 2019 16:23:47 GMT
Larsa sat silently amidst a completely empty restaurant. The tables were lined with lacey, white clothe and the glasses polished neatly. Utensil sets were folded perfectly and set at the table and a bucket of ice with a selection of fine wines sitting atop the cubes. It was an obvious buy of good first impressions on the Councilman's behalf. His guest had yet to arrive, but he himself was always one prefer to arrive before anyone else. A lot could be read when a person enters a room. Their posture, their reaction to the scenery, the way they held their chin, how tightly their hands wrapped around their belongings or if they fidgetted with a tie or handbag. There was so much more to learn from silence and oh how he enjoyed the game.
His thoughts were silent. His lavender eyes gazed outward, never setting on one thing in particular. Larsa's mind was a powerful thing and he often found himself lost in its labyrinth. The clacking of pricey shoes on marble floor grabbed his attention. They came from behind as a waiter lead his guest to her seat. "Miss Yvel," he started, raising himself from his seat as she walked by him. He swiftly pursued around the other side of the table, pulling her chair out for her so that she could sit more easily. "It's an honor."
The man returned to his seat and a waiter filled two glasses with a generous amount of red wine. "I have a proposition for you." Blunt as always. Larsa was the kind of man who liked to get straight to the point. He watched her closely. Every detail was important. |
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AGE
35
GENDER
Female
FACTION
House of Alder
OCCUPATION
Matriarch
UNSORTED
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Post by Yvel R. Alder on Apr 3, 2019 9:36:20 GMT
Several days ago Yvel receives a letter from someone who is not she expected. A clean white letter with a tidy written name in front of it - Larsa Castelle.
Larsa Castelle, the man from the council who acts as an adviser. What could he possibly have for him to reach the matriarch such as herself?
Her expression clouded as she reads the letter. The general direction was that he wants her presence on a certain restaurant for a proposition. From the information network that she employs, she knows that Larsa is not someone who can be trusted despite he is the adviser of the council.
Right now, she is in front of the castle wearing a white gown and high heels not forgetting her mask. She hides several bottles of blood under her skirt in the case of her own safety.
Yvel comes to the restaurant without any bodyguard nor servant accompany her. She is being cautious that if she brings her servant it will jeopardize her target to take everything from this conversation without giving him anything. She takes out a deep breath as she follows the waiter to a table where Larsa sits.
"The honor is mine, Mr. Larsa. What a lovely restaurant you pick here, I assume that you have experience in taking a woman out"
Yvel let out a slight teasing toward the man in front of her. Ignoring his comment that followed next and the wine that serves to her. She just sits straight resting her hand gently on her lap. Watching him closely on what he will do next. |
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I fear a world with more blood than tact.
AGE
27
GENDER
Male
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Adviser
UNSORTED
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Post by Larsa Castelle on Apr 3, 2019 18:24:25 GMT
Larsa smiled warmly. He was neither flattered or taken aback by the woman's response. He had never considered himself a lover, but he played the part of a romantic soul very very well. In fact he had never fallen for anyone in particular. He used many woman in a completely platonic sense, but his political motives had always seemed to take priority over love life. It wasn't often that he thought about even the possibility of creating a life with someone else. Larsa'a knowledge of family was broken at a young age. Finding something worth while had never been in his vision. For her to mention it was merely amusing to him.
"Hardly." He let out a small chuckle, but it was sincere. It was true as well. Larsa's time in fancy restaurants was only ever business. "You are nobility. It would be nothing but insulting to meet with you elsewhere." The Councilman's eyes furrowed as he studied the face of the Matriarch. He noticed her hesitation with the wine and then raised his hand, shooing the waiter to leave. He wrapped his hands elegantly around the wine glass and lifted it to his nose.
"The smell of good wine always intrigued me. This one, for instance, this one is heavy with the smell of red plum." He slowly took a sip also ensuring the woman that there was nothing suspicious within the wine.
"Miss Yvel. I am sure you are aware of the campaign I am trying to establish." Larsa leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxing as he spoke to the woman before him. "House Alder has good standing within Eos. Your influence on politics is something heavily sought." He waited patiently for her reaction, though this was common knowledge to most anyone.
"I am no exception." He learned forward again, his head tilting slightly to the side with curiosity. "What it is you want for your House, Miss Yvel?" His eyes studied her closely. Her mask could fool anyone but him. Every movement told a story and nothing could hide it from his well-trained eyes.
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AGE
35
GENDER
Female
FACTION
House of Alder
OCCUPATION
Matriarch
UNSORTED
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Post by Yvel R. Alder on Apr 12, 2019 5:28:04 GMT
With time she got bored with the flattery which she knows is just an empty one from the guy in front of her. It is not the right time for her to take off her mask. However, she decides to just lift it up for formality reason.
"I do know about the campaign you're trying to pull. Or at least from the report I get, however, can a letter on a white paper can be fully trusted? I'd like to listen more on what you're trying to achieve with this campaign you're taking"
With a calm tone, she asks for the detail from the source itself. She already read a ton of report of the campaign he is taking but can't help to think something off with it.
"Enough with the flattery, the one who should ask is me. What do you want from the house of Alder? If you still keep twisting words, I will leave this place"
Yvel rests her right hand on her cheeks while observing the swirl of the red wine on her hand. Her gesture shows seriousness and bluntness to forcibly continue the conversation while trying to grasp the pace of the conversation. |
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