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Against the Grain; ~Armand~
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Topic Started: Dec 5 2011, 04:36 AM (339 Views)
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Isobel
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Dec 5 2011, 04:36 AM
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The night had just began and Isobel was all ready on her way out the door. The driver was out front waiting. Saying goodbye to Gregory, she ascended the elevator to the ground floor and hurried toward the exit. After months of looking into the rumors she had heard floating around, tonight she was going to confront the man who had spurred all of them. Kessel had asked her not to, warned her that it could be dangerous, but her curiosity just wouldn't let her. She absolutely had to find this source, and she had to confront him, find out how he worked, what made him tick, and possibly put a restraint on him.
Gregory had told Isobel one day that he had heard something about the possibility of a necromancer being in her city. That idea fascinated her, astounded even. She had to meet him, had to. At first she wasn't sure if it had been just a rumor, but even so she persisted. Most of her time in the last few months had been put into finding this man. He was her new pet project. Kessel was weary of them, even frightened, but not Isobel. She knew she should have been worried, but really, she was the Master of Phoenix, what could he do?
It had taken her a while, but she had gotten information on not only his name, but his job, his address, even the contact information for his employer and other tiny tidbits that weren't really too important. As prepared as she could be for the meeting, she stepped outside and was greeted immediately by one of the men Kessel had hired. He had done a great job with the chauffeurs, and even Isobel was not annoyed with their presence despite all of them being human. This one in particular had become a regular of hers, and he would be taking her to the city hall where the necromancer worked. Typically he would have been out of work by that time, but she had it on good information that he was working late that night. Allowing the man to hold the door open for her, she slid into the backseat of the limousine he had waiting for her. He shut the door and got behind the wheel, prepared to take her to her destination.
They pulled up outside the city hall, and Isobel waited patiently for what she wanted. She did not have to wait long, because soon after they arrived a man left the building. Just as the man she was waiting for came down the stairs, she excited the car and strolled up to him. Approaching him, she called out to him. "Mister Duval?" she addressed him, holding her hand out to him, "I would like to have a word with you. There are rumors flying around my city about a certain power you may possess." Examining him, she kept her face blank, not letting on even a little how she felt about the situation. On the inside her stomach was doing flips. She was nervous, but not in a bad way. She was excited, excited that she might finally meet one of the most dangerous hazards to her and her people. "You may call me Lady Isobel," she introduced herself. "Do you have any place where we could speak in private?"
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Armand
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Dec 15 2011, 04:09 AM
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The day had began very uneventful for the man and had proceeded into a long tireless day. With most of the building's staff heading home for the day, Armand welcomed the silence more than he would have on a normal occasion. The man sat with both hands to his temples, gently messaging, he almost thought of reaching into his desk for a drink. The governor was by far the most idiotic insufferable man he had ever had the misfortune of meeting. The man was brilliant, In a sense, he worked the public with a silver tongue and a pretty face. But the man behind the mask; the one who wrote the speeches, decided the votes, all his paperwork. That was Armand. Running his fingers through his thick dark hair, he remembered what all this was for though. One day, one day soon he hoped, he would claim the man's seat as governor with his endorsement. He leaned back and rested his head against the ebony leather, no not governor, he preferred to be the puppeteer, after all, acquiring such a position would put his secret at risk of discovery. Couldn't have that, now could we? A smile snaked its way to his lips, he preferred to be the man who taught the monkey how to dance.
Leaning forward once more Armand opened the most recent file to be placed on his absurdly organized desk and began reading through the typed text. Monkey certainly was correct. There were more typos in this memo than in a fifth grade English paper, Armand shook his head and unconsciously placed two fingers to his temple in irritation; he was his adviser. Not his secretary. Growling softly to himself he closed the file and reached for the small bottle in his desk drawer, unscrewing the lid he took a swig and replaced him. Why did he work for a man who annoyed him like the governor? Oh well, it wasn't a matter of importance to dwell on at the moment. Armand puffed his cheeks and allowed the air to pass from between his parted lips, he had planned to catch up on a few petty things but now thought better of it and gathered the belongings he'd planned to carry home with him. Locking the door Armand gave the office a final sweep before closing the door and heading toward the street.
Descending the steps he acknowledged the limousine, a man as attracted to power as Armand always made note when expensive vehicles were around, but this time it wasn't the flawlessly waxed surface that caught his attention. No, this time it was the raven haired goddess that emerged from within that held his undivided attention. Many a beautiful woman had Armand seen and even held, but the woman that now approached the building took the prize. Long silken hair framed an angelic face, round yet slender; certainly pleasing. Although it was plan the woman's skin was naturally pale complected but now, in the light of the moon, it seemed to absorb the silver light and refract it in a soft alluring glow. Lost in his own private thoughts of the woman, she caught him a step off guard as his name left her lips. Pausing where he stood Armand acknowledged her with a charming smile as he shook her hand, Well perhaps these are merely rumors, m'lady. He replied, his smile broadening, she was even more beautiful up close, she possessed the most astounding mesmerizing eyes. A certain element of mischief he allowed to play on his lips, he couldn't necessarily confirm her suspicions in broad daylight now could he? But if only to keep your company further, we may speak alone. Come, I have a private office.
Unlocking the door he held it open for the woman, once again inside his office he shut the door and turned to her. Take a seat if you'd like. He offered as he lingered momentarily by the door, but moved to easily study her face. You know, in my time here in the United States I have been careful of hiding this talent. He paused, I see no reason to be dishonest, you would not have approached had you not already known. This is my first impression of you. A correct one I presume. With this said he placed himself at his desk, reaching for his bottle once more he drank deeply and replaced it before continuing. I suspect you have use of this talent, no?"
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Isobel
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Jan 14 2012, 08:50 PM
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Merely rumors? Isobel allowed a light chuckle to escape her at his words. "We shall see," she said, the tiniest glimmer of a smile played on her lips. Armand was jesting, surely. The Lady had done her research, and she knew with absolutely certainty what he was and he was he capable of. There would be no fooling her no matter how hard he might try. Still, she was just it had been a joke, so she let it slide. Either way, his willingness to call her by her proper self-given title definitely earned him some points with her. This was going to be a friendship she was honestly going to work for, but it was nice to know he would make it a bit easier than she had assumed. No need to fight if he was going to do as she willed so easily.
She was not typically one for privacy, wanting to be in the spotlight, but she knew for a fact that him and his power were something that should have been kept quiet until she had a better feel for him. It would be horribly tragic if someone came in and swept him out from under her, or worse, annihilated him completely. Armand had potential to be the most valuable piece she could add to her collection, and she would be damned if she let anyone or anything get in the way of that. So, acknowledging his offer to speak in his office, she followed closely behind him as he led the way.
Isobel paid no attention to when he held the door open for her. Had he neglected to do so, well then maybe she would have noticed. It was almost something she expected from anyone. Being a lady of high status will do that to you. Sure, he was polite, and polite was great. However, if one was going to be around her they HAD to be polite. Armand was going to have to try harder if he wanted her favor. All though, it was not him who wanted her favor but the other way around. She could just imagine the asset he would be to her and her people. Together the pair of them could rise above any city in all of the country. They could be unstoppable. The temptation of power was too much. It was that which had brought her here, demanded she seek him out. She HAD to have him.
Before he had offered the seat she had taken it. It would have been rude of him not to offer, especially to someone of her social status. That made her wonder: did he know who she was? Well, of course he did. What person in the city was unaware of her and what she was? Isobel had made a show of her power and of her control. This city was hers, and she would make sure the world knew that. A person who worked so closely with the big heads of the city surely knew who she was. It was not as if she had tried to hide any of it. Almost from the day she took control she was out on public, among the people, flaunting her power, giving interviews. If there was anything Isobel loved as much as power it had to be the fame that came with it.
Right to business, that was a trait she always admired in another person. This man possessed it, and she adored that. It made working with others much easier, simpler. There was never a reason to play around the point, and it was a waste of time. Isobel was an important person, a busy person, and she did not take kindly to those who wasted her time. This man, though, his charisma was enthralling. She was not sure if she wanted to be harsh with him. He did his best to get business rolling while still managing to respect and even acknowledge her position of power. Now if only he were obedient, then he would be the perfect pet.
Did she have a use for him? Why, of course she did. "Oh, indeed I do, Mr. Duval," she nodded, "I have a proposition for you to help you put to use that power of yours." He was a danger to her people, to all people of her kind. She wished only to control the power he held, to prevent it from harming those she was in charge of. That, and she could only dream of the power she would obtain from taking on such a powerful servant. That would come later, though. Not even Isobel was foolish enough to dive into a relationship of power before she understood the compatibility of herself and the person in question. "I am not sure if you aware, but your special talent is somewhat distressing to my people. However," she paused, straightening her posture, "I am not here to scold you. I am here to offer you a position among my people. I could offer you the protection from my community that you will no doubt need should your abilities come to their attention, in exchange I simply ask your loyalty to me."
As she spoke she watched him. Opening herself to his power, knowing the risk, she breathed in the cool aura that was him. He hid well, but she knew what she was dealing with, even if she had never personally met a necromancer before. Should she have been afraid? Absolutely. But she was not. No, Lady Isobel had nothing to fear. He would accept her as Master, they always did in the end.
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Armand
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Mar 9 2012, 11:26 PM
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Placing himself back in chair behind his desk Armand listened carefully as she spoke, paying close attention first to the pointed way in which she spoke and then to her words as they caught his attention. Lounging back in the chair, his feet placed on his desk, he made certain his expression remained calm and indifferent. All too soon had she spoke that he stood to his feet and began pacing the room, out of her sight his mouth drew to a tight line although he was uncertain as to whether out of anger or thought. I have done well to keep this in the dark. He began, his voice hard as his memories began to play out in his mind's eye, I'm unaware as to how you came across this information, nor do I care, but I can insure you I am no threat to you or your kind. Around the desk he walked and retrieved the flask from his drawer to drink, after muttering a quick apology he continued to pace. Even the alcohol wouldn't phase them, he silently scolded himself, he was beginning to feel a buzz from the amount he had drank in the past half hour.
Drawing a breath he continued, in a moment his charming vibrato turning almost haggard, I'm unaware of how this talent is a threat I confess. The man repeated scolded himself for exposing such a weakness to a woman a powerful woman he had never met before now. In truth there has only been one use of it, and I care not to further increase my knowledge of it. I don't intend to use it again. Armand made sure to add emphasis to the ending of his words as he retook his seat. A voice in the back of his mind whispered softly to him that she would not allow this, this voice told him she would do everything in her power to change his mind.
Armand found himself on his feet again, a mix of emotions wired his nerves to razor wire, but he gave no signs of his distress. Taking a deep breath he calmed himself, at least enough to return to his charming self, and took his place once again. His bearings gathered, he smiled coolly as he laced his fingers and placed them behind his head and studied her face. Scold me, Lady Isobel? If only I were to be so lucky." The smile broadened to a full grin, exposing gleaming ivory teeth, As much as I would love to be at your beck and call I'm a very busy man, do tell me, how would you make this worth my while?
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Isobel
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Nov 1 2013, 11:22 PM
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The air of informality he radiated, his actions, they spoke to her louder than his words. Isobel narrowed her eyes at his in displeasure as she watched him lean back in his chair, prop his feet up on the desk. How disrespectful. His words were pleasant, flattering. But his actions. His body language. It told her that perhaps this man was not forthcoming with what he truly wished to say. Perhaps his position in human society had given him an illusion of self-importance. That would have to be something she would break him of. At least in her presence. No one disrespected the Lady Isobel.
Her eyes followed his movements as he paced, the rest of her remaining deathly still. It truly concerned her that he was unaware of her peoples ability to seek out his kind. How could he remain so ignorant? Especially when it left his life on the line? Did he wish death? Because that was precisely where he would end up should he continue to pretend, to fool himself that he could keep his identity and his power a secret forever. With her help he could remain safe. If he agreed to her terms.
Another trait which he would have to be broken of surfaced barely moments after her arrival. Alcoholism was not something Isobel would ever understand. She had never taken to the drink, never approved of those who did. For the amount of power he could give her, though, it was possible she could overlook this one discretion. As you may or may not be aware, Mr. Duval, Isobel spoke up, wanting to be as clear as possible about the way things were. He had a right to know, after all. My people are among the deceased. A particularly important criteria in order for your power to work. Very blunt of her, but it was never a fact she ran from. Isobel was more than aware that she had not been among the living for centuries. The fact never bothered her. It would not do her any good to pity herself for a choice she made willingly with no persuasion from any side.
His ignorance was more than apparent. It showed as brightly as the stars which twinkled in the sky outside the window. Lucky enough for him, the Lady happened to be informed enough to help him along. There was a time, centuries ago, when my kind hunted yours for sport, she began, Should word of your existence come to the attention of the vampire community, I can promise you your life will be in danger. Your kind, save for yourself, are extinct, Mr. Duval. To her knowledge, during the crusades every necromancer had been slaughtered. There had not been word of a necromancer since then. It had been pure luck that one should appear in her city.
It did her no good if he could not accept the facts. He would be hunted. If he refused her, she would most certainly leak his location. While she would not be personally responsible for his death, it would be too dangerous to allow him to live. If she could not have him, no one could.
Lacing her fingers together, she laid them in her lap before continuing. I offer you protection from this, she repeated, There are none in the city, or even the region, who dare cross me. The truth in that was astounding considering the power of some of the surrounding Masters. Had the man been aware of that, perhaps he would not be so difficult to recruit. Even her father, one of the most powerful vampires in the entire country, would not cross her should he become aware of her protecting a necromancer. That had to count for something, to mean something to the man.
Only once had he ever used his power; how disappointing. She could help with that, though. Isobel could give him a safe place to better himself. What use was a necromancer to her if he could not control himself? That made him more dangerous than anything, honestly. I do ask you allow me to help you perfect your talents, she requested. I assume the use you refer to was an unpleasant one. With my help, you can control it. Prevent surprises. As much as she was sure he did not want to be raising the dead unintentionally, she did not want him accidentally harming her or one of hers should his emotions escalate out of control.
He reseated himself, making his curiosity to the Lady clear. I am prepared to offer you any assortment or money or any other worldly possession you can imagine, she told him. There was almost not a thing in the world she could not offer him. Money. Gifts. Safety. Eternal Life. Whatever it was he wanted, she would make sure he had. The man would live comfortably for the remainder of his life should he just agree. You are valuable, Mr. Duval, she finalized, More importantly, you are no good to me dead.
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