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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 24, 2020 22:03:51 GMT
She forced herself to smile though Marcus' presence worried her. He'd seemed the type who would remember her, so she'd have to make sure she never lost her stone, and pray that he couldn't see through the illusion. She eased a little further into the wager, just below her breasts.
"Oh, maybe I saw him when he worked for a family friend or something," she said dismissively. "This club reaches far and wide, then. I really had no idea." And that was the truth. Silvia hadn't given any thought to clubs run by wealthy merchants. But the wizard's presence was another worrying thing, since they were investigate prostitutes, and the women her group had rescued were a direct connection with Marcus.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2020 22:10:44 GMT
Gregori chuckled. “You want to meet him? I can arrange it,” he joked. “But he’s a strange sort.” He let the rest of her comments wash over him like the water. “We have considerable influence, it’s true. Anything you want we can get and anything that needs doing we can do.” He waded next to her. “You look beautiful,” he said quietly. “Like real royalty.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 25, 2020 15:18:14 GMT
Ceutinde had wandered off to assess the rest of the crowd when Silvia headed toward Gregori. After a circle or two, making note of anyone she recognized, she headed for the bar.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 25, 2020 15:38:59 GMT
She gets to the bar where a server asks for her order. A fat man waddled in and sat down near her and barked for a drink which another server hurried quickly to fill. Jon came over and ordered another drink. “Enjoying yourself?” He asked. “Still getting your bearings?”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 25, 2020 15:58:18 GMT
She ordered something sweet and not too strong, turning toward Jon with a smile when he appeared. "Something like that. For someone who runs an...entertainment venue, I'm not really one for big parties. Especially when I hardly know anyone. Or maybe it's just that I like being the one in charge."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 25, 2020 16:14:48 GMT
Jon nodded and put both hands around his drink with his elbows on the bar. “I know what you mean,” he said. “But now you get to be in the shoes of one of your customers, not burdened by...obligation.” He lifted his glass with one hand and took a drink. “So if you were in charge here, what would you do?” He asked. “What changes would you make?”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 25, 2020 16:35:15 GMT
Ceutinde peered around conspiratorily before leaning in and stage-whispering, "I hate beaches." She straightened up a bit and continued in a normal, if low, voice, "We've progressed beyond needing to huddle around fires on the seaside. The gods taught us to build with timber and stone for a reason. So I suppose I would start laying the foundation for a proper villa, first of all. Second, if this is supposed to be a hedonistic...oh, there was a fun Imperial word I learned that's appropriate, what was it?" She paused for half a second before her eyes lit up when it came to her. "Hootenanny! If it's a hedonistic hootenanny for all the luminaries of society, why are we all so very clothed? I'd make us all be laid bare upon entry, no option to stay dressed about it." She sipped her own cocktail, heavy on the lime juice as she'd requested. "People tend to be more honest when they've nothing to hide behind, I find."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 25, 2020 17:03:32 GMT
Jon chuckled. “Everyone here has something to hide,” he said. “We’re a sort of coalition, not bosom buddies. I think the last thing any of us here wants is actual honesty. Clothes let us...make our own stories. All of us live in stone fortresses and so this is a sort of escape for most people here. That said, if you want to disrobe and have a less...stuffy event then I’ll take you next door. That sounds like more your thing.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 25, 2020 17:42:42 GMT
She raised an eyebrow. "Next door?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 25, 2020 17:52:38 GMT
Jon nodded. “The building you had your little interview in has a basement. It might be more to your liking. A bit more liberties than the parties above ground and all. If you’re interested.” She saw the fat man talking to two women who seemed legitimately scared of him behind Jon. She couldn’t make out whatever they may have been saying.
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 25, 2020 17:56:12 GMT
"Well, I'll take a look at least," She answered with a shrug. "But first, who's the behemoth behind you?"
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 25, 2020 18:02:01 GMT
Gregori chuckled. “You want to meet him? I can arrange it,” he joked. “But he’s a strange sort.” He let the rest of her comments wash over him like the water. “We have considerable influence, it’s true. Anything you want we can get and anything that needs doing we can do.” He waded next to her. “You look beautiful,” he said quietly. “Like real royalty.” A meeting with Marcus was the last thing Silvia wanted. She was actually grateful to Gregori for changing the thread of the conversation even if it was to a blatant attempt to flirt. "You're most kind," she said. "I was born lucky, that's all. I'm afraid that I'm no princess, and besides, if I had to choose between the 2, I'd rather be blessed with good looks over a diamond tiara. And I do love my trinkets." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 25, 2020 18:03:23 GMT
Jon didn’t even turn around. “That,” he emphasized the word, “is a Marcus. I can’t recommend paying him any mind. He’s something of a necessary evil for some of the less honorable folk here. A gluttonous, lustful, slothful evil.” He stood up. “Shall we head someplace with better company and fewer social restrictions?”
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Gregori chuckled. “I agree. Someone can always buy you a tiara, or have it made from the gems from their own mine,” he added haughtily. “How does that sound?” He asked as he came closer.
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 25, 2020 18:06:26 GMT
She raised a finger. "Well now you've got me curious. What's necessary about his evil?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 25, 2020 18:13:12 GMT
Jon finished his drink. “He’s a mind mage,” he said. “Has some other abilities but apparently he usually uses enchantment and psionics for whatever he’s hired for. He’s the worst and most disgusting sort of mercenary wizard. And the worst part is that he’s very good at it.” Both women seemed less and less fearful of him as they talked Ceutinde noticed.
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