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Post by FRENCH on Jul 29, 2016 5:09:57 GMT
Fortunes are made in wars and if fortune favors the bold, then the wealthy, complacent and content after so many generations of wealth, must seethe in jealousy. The air around Arturo must feel like a ring of fire, and his hands a burning grasp that threatens to lower them to his level. Beneath that even, to the dirt beginnings of an immigrant. And he bows his head when he shakes hands, and calmly tells them, “It is an honor and pleasure to have you attend, we appreciate the support you show today, and may continue to show.”
Sometimes they are taken aback by his approach, but their response is always, much like his own words, well-rehearsed. And then he’s off to the next group.
physis i hope this is a well enough intro im not rly good at these events .. |
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Post by physis on Jul 30, 2016 2:12:03 GMT
Sophia of course, is a group all on her own. Which might have been the case anyway, with the tabloid rumors flying about her involvement in her ex-husband's death and all. Except she still craves the illusion of control. The imagery of the implacable doll. The widow sips wine serenely at a table, a designated space created by the presence of her two bodyguards. A boundary, but only to those who imagined it. She wonders if the man will approach her.
Whether the man will be rewarded or he will be punished remains to be seen.
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Post by FRENCH on Jul 30, 2016 3:35:03 GMT
Sophia has the grace and elegance of a lady and similarly fitting magnetism surrounded her. Alone, isolated at her table bar bodyguards and all around her murmurs of nasty, idle gossip. Perhaps there drinking wine she appeared to be waiting on someone to save her, like a princess in a tower. “Mrs. Veles, sir, we should avoid if possible.” When Arturo does approach he does not brush past her guards, instead he sends his aide away. “Mrs. Veles, your coming here is very appreciated. Some of your time, a drink or two, if you will.” physis,
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Jul 30, 2016 15:11:47 GMT
Post by physis on Jul 30, 2016 15:11:47 GMT
"Speak then, if you would require an audience of me." Require. She does not budge for anything less. Nobody bids for the attention of a witch unless they have everything to lose.
(As for a ghost - that's just foolishness, isn't it?)
One of the servants come to refill her glass. He gives a questioning look to Sophia. If he brought over another glass, then it would lend more permanence to Arturo's company.
Sophia doesn't think of it that way. There are ways of sending a man away without embarrassing his honor as a host.
She doesn't ask the server what he is waiting for. Instead, she tips him. He rushes off for another glass.
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