pir8we88ing started following you
State your business and keep moving, I’ve more important things to do.
carapacepainter started following you
Who are you suppose to be?
Il a été un temps assez long puisque j’ai manqué quelque chose.
Ennui sévit parmi ces salles.
Je crois qu’une promenade est en ordre.
Squint at that statement and consider making a comment.
Decide instead to sit there and roll your eyes.
> Pinch the bridge of your nose and consider going downstairs and personally
kicking the ass of apprehending, whoever’s making that racket.
DUE TO RECENT RISE IN CRIMINAL ACTIVITY, AND LACK OF PRODUCTIVITY TOWARD THE CEASING OF THESE VILLAINOUS DISRUPTIVE ACTS, THE PROHIBITION ACT SHALL HENCEFORTH BE REVISED, TIGHTENED AND REINFORCED.
ANY ALCOHOLIC DRINK OR SUBSTANCES HIGHER THAN 30 PROOF SHALL BE DEEMED ILLEGAL CONTRABAND IF FOUND IN THE POSSESSION OF ANY CITIZEN, BESIDES POLICE OFFICIALS IN THE PROCESS OF CONFISCATING SAID LIQUOR. ESTABLISHMENTS SELLING SUCH SPIRITS HAVE ONE WEEK TO CLEAR THEIR SHELVES OF CONTRABAND AND TO REPLACE THEIR OFFERINGS WITH NON ALCOHOLIC ALTERNATIVES.
ANYTHING UNDER 30 PROOF, INCLUDING MOST BEER AND WINE, MAY BE PURCHASED ONLY FROM DESIGNATED GOVERNMENT RETAILERS AND WILL BE LIMITED BY HOUSEHOLD IN THE FORM OF CREDIT STAMPS. AN ALLOWANCE WILL BE DELIVERED BY MAIL MONTHLY.
ANYONE CAUGHT ILLEGALLY TRANSPORTING ALCOHOL AND RELATED GOODS CAN BE DETAINED AND JAILED BY POLICE AUTHORITIES, AT WHICH POINT A MAJOR FINE WILL BE DEALT OUT, OR ELSE JAIL TIME WILL BE SERVED WITHOUT TRIAL.
AUTHORITIES ARE UNDER ORDERS TO MONITOR ONLINE COMMUNICATIONS FOR SIGNS OF ILLEGAL ACTIVITY, AND ARE TO MAKE ARRESTS WHEN SUFFICIENT CLAIMS OR EVIDENCE PRESENT THEMSELVES. NO EXCEPTIONS.
FURTHER INQUIRIES MAY BE DIRECTED TO THE MAYORAL OFFICES. REVISIONS TO THIS LAW MAY ARISE ACCORDING TO NECESSITY.
A VERY GOOD DAY TO YOU ALL.
-THE MAYOR WV
Grin graciously at her compliments, pointedly ignoring her attitude. In many ways she reminds you of Connie. Distant and reserved. Cruel. You’ve learned to deal with those mannerisms over time. Quietly hang up her jacket by the door, smirking. “I kill with kindness, madam.” Snicker.
“Hardly, you’re a guest, my lady. You offer no threat to me at this moment, and thus I have no reason to show you any hostility. Though that whip is awfully interesting. I’ve a collection myself.” Strolling back, you usher your students away from the door with a jolt of fear pouring from your mind. Something about their worst nightmares. “And gentility is a learned skill over time. You’ll notice my younglings are not quite as graceful yet. I’ve much more practice then they.” He seats himself with a light sigh, clasping a goblet in his hand and inclining it to her. “To good company, my lady.” Wait until she does the same and then take a small sip. Damn this wine is good.
Laughing a little she allowed herself to ease forwards, arms resting over her lap as she watched him sit. It was tempting to ask if his collection was more for pleasure then work, but kept the comment to herself. Fingers curling around the bulb of the glass she was given, she raised it as well, a nod of acknowledgment “To good company.” Taking a sip, she thinks about his comments, setting the glass down and setting to work placing her napkin across her lap, legs crossed delicately as she surveyed the salad.
“Do tell me. How have things been these first few days settling in?” Gathering a forkful of food, she cast him a cursory glance “Nothing too out of the ordinary or detrimental to settling I hope.”
You alert your followers that you’ll be having company tonight, instructing them to be ready to escort your guest to your quarters when she knocks. Another will be coming later…eheh. You’re busy in the kitchen, finishing up a flambe’ when she arrives, and…
Well, this was far more her speed. Once she was comfortable in her seat, she allowed her jacket to fall from her shoulders holding it out with a slight air of disdain. “Thank you. I must say, I’m rather curious. Elegance that could kill and a meal that smells divine. Quite a way to make an impression.”
He moves with an eery silence, arriving for her jacket almost unnoticed, whip left curled around her hips still, flipping her hat from her head to allow for a slightly less formal feel to their meal. “For someone so large, I would have imagined delicacy would be an earned privilege.” Keeping any and all comments about the sheer noise his doormen made as they walked, the slight jab plenty enough to communicate her curious nature towards his height.
Though she was indeed use to a life of high class and higher standards, she remained polite, waiting for her host to sit before inquiring further.
You alert your followers that you’ll be having company tonight, instructing them to be ready to escort your guest to your quarters when she knocks. Another will be coming later…eheh. You’re busy in the kitchen, finishing up a flambe’ when she arrives, and you whisper through the hive, “She is not to be touched. Bring her to me.”
You set out the first course, a garden salad with a raspberry vinaigrette dressing, pouring out water, wine, and a small shot of bourbon for you both. Dusting off your hands, you snap off your apron and check yourself over. It was a bit hasty, but you did find an appropriate pinstripe suit in your closet. It’s accented with your purple vest and black tie, and a pocket square in your bloodcolor.
Stand wait for her at the head of the table, bouncing a little on the balls of your feet. Do so love fascinating company. This should be a very fun game.
The trolls that opened the door earned a sharp look from you, arms uncrossing from where they’d been locked across your chest. Broad strides with sharp resounding clicks of your heels herald your arrival. They may be larger then you, but there wasn’t a single fiber of you that allowed for being intimidated, too busy being annoyed with the grand size of everything.
The majority of the building you’d seen brought a slightly bemused smirk to your lips, eyebrows rising in curiosity on sight of your rather odd host. Hushed laughter escaped with a pleasant sigh, rather pleased with the look of the meal that was slated for the evening. It was rare to have someone cook to her standards though.
“Highblood, a pleasure.” Without waiting much for any signs of permission, she moved to where she could see she was expected to sit. “I do hope you were not hard pressed to extend a meal for two as opposed to for yourself alone.”
Well. This would be interesting.
Brushing lithe fingers across the expanse of her lapels, she quickly checked to make sure her hat was in place. Narrowed eyes glancing at her reflection, it took no more then that momentary connection with her visage before she was satisfied. In truth, there was never a thing out of place, so most times the time taken to check was more for vanities sake then anything else.
With another check to her messages, she simply smirked, closing the little device, and exiting her room. Heels clicking across the floor, the glide towards the front door was easy, exiting the building and quickly hissing from existence. Snapping in and out of sight as she moved across town, small hints of acid green haze left in her wake.
Walking the last two blocks towards the new church building, arms crossing over her chest as she looked at the doors. They were certainly something. Still, purple was a much more refreshing take on decoration as opposed to green, black, and white.
Choosing the blunt end of her whip to rap against the door instead of her knuckles, she made sure to allow eight perfect knocks before stepping back, securing the weapon again, and waiting. Nothing unusual about waiting in the doorway of a church you’d never heard of for a dinner meeting you’d just made.