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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 16, 2020 19:11:20 GMT
Ceutinde and Silvia attempt to spy on some ne'er-do-wells getting dinner at one Anselmo's Restaurant. Our scene opens in Ceutinde's chambers at the House of Peace and Respite for Our Heroes, where Ceutinde sifts through her extensive wardrobes while waiting for Silvia's return and the arrival of an illusionist.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 16, 2020 19:25:55 GMT
Silvia arrived a little while later, dressed in a crimson silk gown with a deep vee neckline, edged with gold embroidery. The bodice clung to her torso and the skirt flared out over her hips and legs, easily concealing the dagger strapped to her left thigh. She wore a gold necklace with a garnet pendant that hung just above her cleavage, and her hair was pinned high atop her head, while her feet were encased in delicate silk slippers.
"Well?" She asked. "Do I look like I belong at Anselmo's?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 16, 2020 19:31:10 GMT
Ceutinde has found an illusionist, a regular named Jaren. He’s a tall, gangly older man who dresses two decades out of style. He tugged at his collar as he saw her. His silence probably said enough.
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 16, 2020 19:38:10 GMT
Ceutinde was only in a robe, glancing back and forth between two dresses when Silvia came in. She turned and approached, nodding appreciatively as she looked the bard up and down. "You're a beauty, dear. If song and adventure ever fall through, you could be a wealthy woman working here." She reached out and touched the pendant, grazing a breast on the way. "I love the necklace. Draws the eye admirably."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 16, 2020 19:42:32 GMT
Silvia grinned. "As impressed as I am by this establishment, your girls' job is just a hobby for me. But I appreciate the compliment nonetheless."
She smiled at the illusionist. "Hello, I'm hoping you could help me out for the day. I need to change my appearance for an important lunch date with Ceutinde. I thought you could alter the shape of my nose and cheeks, and change the colour of my eyes, perhaps darken my hair. Can you do that for me?"
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 16, 2020 20:01:46 GMT
Ceutinde just winked and returned to her choice of dresses.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 16, 2020 20:10:57 GMT
Jaren nodded. “Of course,” he said. “Not sure how I could make you look better,” he admitted. He handed her a small stone. “The magic stays with the stone so keep it safe. The spell will fade in a minute or so if you lose it.” He touched her lips and hair and nose and then gave her forearm a poke. Silvia is now a very attractive looking woman from the most exotic of colonies. “I can manipulate your voice too but that is an uncomfortable process,” he admitted.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 16, 2020 20:18:41 GMT
"Ugh!" She shivered. "We'll leave my voice alone. I'm the Skylark of Bastion - my voice is precious. I know how to change the tone of my voice naturally, anyway. Thank you, I'll keep the stone safe." She found a mirror and looked approvingly at her changed appearance.
"You've done well. Thank you."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 16, 2020 20:21:06 GMT
The man smiled then hustled our. He knew his place. Between one elf for the work and another one for his silence.
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 17, 2020 6:19:33 GMT
Silvia easily found a full-length mirror near one of the wardrobes.
Ceutinde glanced over as the illusionist left. "Still beautiful, but quite different. I wouldn't know you." She shrugged off her robe and pulled one of the dresses on over her head, a silk floral print of lavender and green that reached just below the knee. "What do you think? Bit more modest a neckline than yours, but then I've got less to show off."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 17, 2020 7:18:18 GMT
Silvia turned to look. "You look lovely, Ceutinde. Besides, breasts aren't everything. If there are some people - mostly men, of course - who choose to think it - they are fools. To be honest, I value my voice much more highly than my figure."
She grinned. "Shall we go?"
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 17, 2020 16:31:24 GMT
"Oh, trust me dear, I'm more than happy with what the gods gave me." She glanced at a mirror and opted to leave her hair down, then slipped into a pair of heels that made her tower even more over Silvia. "Doesn't mean I don't enjoy a look at the blessings of others, though. Let's."
Ceutinde led them downstairs to the private exit, where a coach was waiting, that sped them off toward Anselmo's.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 17, 2020 17:09:35 GMT
The ride takes about thirty minutes, as Anselmo’s is about as far west in the city as it gets, and they pass through neighborhoods of varying economic well being. They reach Anselmo’s and a well dressed man opens their door to let them out and into the restaurant. “Lady Ceutinde,” he said, then turned to Silvia. “M’lady, welcome to Anselmo’s.” They are led in and given a seat about fifteen feet from Robert and Gregori, who based on the nearly full bottle before them had just arrived themselves.
Gregori Distennian is a short, distinguished looking man in his late thirties. He has a slight hook to his nose but is otherwise trim and dressed in the newest fashions. He regards the ladies approaching but then turned immediately back to Robert and continued talking as the women took a seat. “...telling you, someone’s out to ruin my mine,” he said, “probably those damned Spicers. The Desterokos and de Lyons are both talking about backing out, like they haven’t made triple their investment already. No god-damned loyalty anymore I tell you. These tarts spouting lies on behalf of that queen bee are doing it I tell you.” Robert took a drink and calmly listened to Gregori bitch.
“There’s probably not some conspiracy, Gregori,” he said. “Investors lose faith in themselves all the time. Our new friends will more than make up for it. Now enjoy some wine and take a look around. There’s plenty to see here to put your mind at ease.” The short man grumbled but he noticed the two women and nodded.
“You’re right,” he said. “Isn’t that the charity woman?” Robert turned and nodded his head toward them.
“And her best looking employee, looks like,” he agreed before turning back to have another sip.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 17, 2020 17:29:43 GMT
Silvia ordered a glass of red from the server. As the men glanced their way, she was grateful for the services of the illusionist.
"Do you eat here often?" She asked Ceutinde.
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 17, 2020 17:35:20 GMT
Ceutinde adjusted her dress as she sat down to ride up just a bit and show the gentlemen an extra length of leg. She gave them a polite smile, the sort one typically gives an acquaintance whose name one can't quite remember.
After telling the server to just make it a bottle of the red, she replied, "I wouldn't say often. I'll bring the occasional big donor from out of town here to impress them, but really I tend to get stuck in the office so much that I usually just eat at the House. But I do enjoy it."
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