Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Sept 13, 2014 7:55:54 GMT
Gates moved with her glad that she was not averse to touching him. As he opened the door he looked towards the quickly arriving cars. He knew the police would not be far behind. He hoped that the clean up crew would move along quickly enough that nothing but the most basic forensic data would be left. He would need to field a few inquiries into the happenings that was if as he suspected RPIT would get involved. For such a small office relatively they were thorough.
"That would be a hair of shock a drink would definitely work for you." He said as he sat at the table she chose. Relaxing into the seat he undid the button of his suit coat smiling he looked on her taking he rin deciding where to begin. As the waitress made her way to the table Gates favored her with a flirtatious smile. “Good evening Molly, We’ll have two Vodka Redbulls or whatever energy drink you have. I know you have a chili queso dip can we have that to start as well and keep our tab open.”
As the waitress left Gates turned his considerable gaze back towards her. “Judging by your look as I spoke earlier I am guessing French is not a language you speak. So American English it is. I’ll start with I am surprised to see someone such as you. Do you have a clue as to how special you are?”
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Post by Aeriel Hartwell on Sept 13, 2014 23:43:09 GMT
Aeriel nodded her head at the fact that she didn't understand a word of French. It had never been a language she had been interested in learning, so she hadn't. She made a purring sound in the back of her throat thinking about the dip he ordered but that didn't mean it would be good. Her eyebrows rose slowly higher until they couldn't go any further. He was asking her if she knew how special she was? Was he pulling her leg or something? She wouldn't call what she had special in any way but that was just how she saw it.
She propped her head on the open palm of her hand after she set her elbow on the table. She didn't want to bitch at him for the way he saw her so she kept her mouth shut until the waitress returned with their drinks and queso dip, shortly after she left somebody else dropped off a bowl of chips which was what Aeriel had been waiting on. She took a chip and dipped an edge into the cheese and took a bite her eyes closing for a few seconds. It was good rather surprisingly.
Finishing the chip she looked back at Gates. "I'm still surprised you haven't killed me.. But special? Really? I fully disagree with you. Feels more like a curse."
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Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Sept 13, 2014 23:59:26 GMT
Gates shrugged as he felt the emotions shifting behind her surface. She was trying to marshal herself which in and f itself was a step in the right direction he supposed. Her statements speaking to her knowledge he smiled knowingly. He knew that as she understood the difference in what she was and what she could do that there was a price on the head of her and those like her. He had lived with such a bounty placed against him for centuries it was why now news circulated about the Belle Vampire that Mastered New Orleans. He didn’t start the rumors and gossip but he wouldn’t dissuade them either. In fact he found himself playing to them to further the disinformation.
“I know what it is to carry the weight of death over ones head. I am not particularly fond of such blanket decrees. Though I see their use from time to time. Cursed is special in its own way as in the end nothing lasts forever curses only insure that the road in between start and finished is fraught with interesting times.” Gates paused watching the lycanthropes milling around the space. They’d scented him and the troubles without so they were unsure as to how to proceed. He shook his head slightly and almost imperceptibly to dissuade the most alpha wolf from allowing anything to transpire. Now was not the time to press their luck. He would allow their foolishness to get the best of them another day.
Turning his attention back to Aeriel he said. "Connotations aside you are a dangerous being if allowed to grow into the fullness of your power and potential ability. The danger like most things is a double edged blade. You also could be a great asset. Your inherent magicality makes you almost too valuable to destroy out of hand. Not too mention the wrongness in ending a life because of the potential harm that could be done. What would you suggest as an amicable amiable groundwork to continue from?"
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