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Boredom and the Beast; Isobel
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Topic Started: May 25 2013, 11:26 AM (237 Views)
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John
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May 25 2013, 11:26 AM
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Isobel's Pomme de Sang
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The sun began slipping behind the horizon, the streets far below coming alive with lights. He could see them, the peolle down below scurrying to and fro as the cities night life began waking up. John could only hope his adventures this evening proved more entertaining than the day. His days were begining to bleed into each other, business and business and more business because there was nothing else he felt like doing. People were begining to bore him, he wouldnt even bring pretty girls home just for a night of fun. No he couldnt stand how predictable and simply unimpreesive people were becoming. Not just humans, he had avoided his own kind for years, being on his own was much easier than worrying about being part of a pack. There was a business to run, people to talk down to, excitement to look for.
Sighing as he watched the sun slip away he turned from the glass wall of the penthouse of his newly opened hotel. It was the whole reason for being here, open the hotel and, glancing at the watch on his wrist he realized his meeting with another business owner in the area wanted to meet with him. Business business business. Part of him wanted to see iflater he could mange drinkng enough alcohol to get drunk. At the vert least a bar or club would prove to be entertaining for him to push peoples buttons. Turning from the window he changed into his suit and fixed hid hair and adjudted his tie. He was one of the lucky men who just looked good enough to eat dressed like this, he had heard such statements on more than one occassion.
Glancing at the time once more he made his way downstairs, always sure to be the first one to his meetings. He had never talked to the woman directly yet, thats what his secretary was for after all. Hell he wasnt even sure if the girl had talked to this Isobel directly either. He read over the information hed had sent to his phone. The basics, who she was, what she owned, what she was. As he sat at the table reserved for him and his meetings, under the largest chandeleir in the restauraunt. A vampire, he frowned making a mental note that the girl would be chastised for not informing her that she wasnt human. John disliked not being prepared to host his guests, though he wasnt sure he had anything in his hotel to offer her yet. Look at him go, less than a few moments pondering the meeting he was about to have and he already knew his first subject. He was always looking for new ways to make his hotel desired by all, the rooms could house vampires of course he just wasnt sure how to go about providing any other comforts they may need.
His wrist watch had been replaced by an old pocket watch. He was toying with it as he patiently waited for the meeting time to arrive. John spent his time people watching, listening as best he could and trying to figure out these strangers lives based on what hed heard. Nothing was very impressive, the poor guy was just hopelessly bored with how unthreatening the people around him were.
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Isobel
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May 26 2013, 07:06 PM
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Mistress of Phoenix Valley
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It was not typical for the Lady to meet others, even if it were for business. Whoever she graced with her presence had to be of high importance in order for her to do so. John was no typical business owner, though. Isobel knew this. He was the product of a legacy. Him and his family had built themselves an empire of a business, and Isobel respected that. The businesses which she owned had been inherited in a sense, and because of that she hoped they could reach some form of negotiation. After all, building his newest hotel so close to her mall would bring in a sizable amount of new business and revenue for her. She could return the favor through mutual promotion if he so chose. It was her interest in his location that had gotten her attention, and her respect for his position that had brought her personally to him.
The moment she entered the room, Isobel felt a warm air that she was all too familiar with. There was a wolf in the room. Approaching the man she recognized only from photographs and promotional billboards, she felt another flow of lycanthropic power brush her skin. That made him significantly more interesting to her. Not only did she wish to discuss business, now she was intrigued by the potential of a new pet. She had never met this wolf before. In fact, she happened to know he was new to town. That meant he was not part of Jason’s pack. He did not belong to Jason, and he did not belong to Isobel. Well, not yet anyway.
He was seated. In the presence of the Lady, even. She was practically royalty, and yet he remained seated. Had he no respect for those above him? “What sort of gentleman remains seated when a Lady enters the room?” she chastised him, frowning slightly as she did so. The ignorance did not truly anger her, though. Not yet. Isobel could not hold a peasant responsible for not knowing how to react to someone as high as her. After all, it was not every day that someone had the great fortune to meet someone of her caliber, mostly because there was not a person alive who could compete with her in rank.
Offering him her hand, she introduced herself, even though he no doubt knew who she was. He would have been foolish not to. She had done her research on Mister John Smith. At first she had laughed at the name. It sounded as if it were an alias and not a birth name. No one was named John Smith. “You must be Mister Smith,” she stated, the frown morphing into a friendly enough smile. “You may call me Lady Isobel.” The permission was also an order. Should he address as anything but what she permitted, well, she might have half a mind to punish him dearly for it.
“I trust you are aware of why I have agreed to meet with you.” Agreed. As if she was not the one who had made the arrangements. Taking a seat across from the man, she folded her hands in her lap and waited for his reply.
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John
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Jul 1 2013, 12:59 PM
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Isobel's Pomme de Sang
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It had been impossible not to know when she had entered the room, John had even glanced from the corner of his eye to see who the vampire was. He was use to vampires, so it wasn’t that feeling that had him intrigued, it was the new feeling that if she gave him an order, he would follow it, probably happily. Which was an odd sensation given the small woman walking in did not look like much of a threat, but the power rolling from her made it clear that despite her adorable size, she was nothing to be toyed with. His eyes however, remained locked on the couple a few tables away from him. Not that they had noticed his stares, they were too busy arguing. Smiling, laughing, holding hands, but only as a front. His ears could pick up their conversation, and they were arguing as politely as they could so they wouldn’t cause a scene. Based on the occasional sigh, they had been arguing for some time, he felt they were probably newlyweds.
As the woman approached, her wording made it clear that not only was she powerful, she was very, very sassy. Well to him it was sass, but he knew what it was, she was the kind of woman who demanded respect. Who expected to be treated like royalty, and as a master, he guessed he really couldn’t blame her for being upset with him. Turning his attention to her, he offered his most genuine, apologetic smile as he slipped the pocket watch into the front pocket of his shirt where it belonged and stood. “My apologies Lady Isobel,” Taking her hand, instead of shaking it, he lightly kissed her knuckles, something he never did on a first meeting, but she would expect nothing short of it from him. Releasing her hand, he helped her with her chair before sitting back down and gesturing to the couple he had been watching. “My attention was elsewhere, the couple over there are arguing over how to spend their weekend, I was pondering things they each may like in this lovely city of yours that might help them feel more entertained.”
Speaking of her city, she of course was straight to business, which was fine by him. He smiled and nodded to show that despite not talking to her directly yet, he was fully aware of why she was here. “I’ve just opened a large hotel to add to my growing chain, in your city, where you already have a large, thriving business. I believe the two of us can benefit greatly from this.” Pausing, he couldn’t help but smirk, because by now she was well aware that he was not human. “Though I’m sure now we can add on that no one would want an unfamiliar dog doing big things in their city without making sure they were behaving themselves.” He hadn’t checked in with the Ulfric, he never did when visiting a city, he was there for business, he did not waste his time with packs and territory politics. Most packs never noticed he was there until he was already leaving for another city anyway, and many caught on quickly, that he had no intention of doing more than keeping to his own business.
Normally, he would comment that she had agreed to her own idea, but he held his tongue for a change. She wasn’t the woman to make feel like she needed anything from you, and he did not feel pushing her buttons would go well for him. He was curious about her, and for once, he would learn more by simply doing as she desired. For now, he would play along and see where it got him. So instead of letting the thought sit too long, he continued on with business, not wanting to waste her time. “What were you hoping I could do for you?” He had plenty he could ask of her, a vampire contact would greatly improve what he provided for those guests later on, but for now, he’d simply be content hearing what she wanted from him.
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Isobel
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Jun 24 2014, 07:30 PM
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Mistress of Phoenix Valley
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The excuse he gave for not standing when she entered, for not even acknowledging her presence until she spoke, was a couple a few tables down arguing. As if that somehow absolved him and all would be forgiven. Still, there was no need to ruin the mood just yet. Isobel could allow this one slip, just this once. “Ah, a giver,” she replied with a thin smile, devoid of emotion. She did not wear anger, and therefore she wore nothing. “I suppose they will have to make their decisions without your informed input now that I have arrived.” If he had any doubt that she wished to be the center of his attention, she wanted to clear that up right away. He was here to talk to her, not some strangers bickering over vacation spots.
She did notice his mention of the city being hers, though, and that earned him a genuine smile. If he understood how things were ran, then perhaps he would be easier to deal with than she could have hoped. If nothing else, he knew how to work himself onto her good side. That would pay off should he need a favor from her – after he gave a little bit on his end, of course.
His mentioned of dogs caused a slight flicker of interest to shine behind her eye. Isobel knew very well of what he spoke. He admitted she wanted to check up on him building new things in his city while still subtly telling her he had understood she was the big boss here. “I am glad you understand,” she nodded, “I would not want there to be any conflict down the road should this slip your mind.”
Then he asked what he could do for her, and she could only think that he had not told her everything in the beginning. It was no secret she was the Mistress of the Phoenix Valley, so why would a wolf feel the need to hide what he was unless he was planning on getting in the way? “I had hoped to discuss business,” she clarified with a small frown forming on her lips, “but it seems you have kept some information from me.” She would not take kindly to a wolf making a mess of her city, nor would she appreciate him causing trouble with the local pack after it being made known he met with her. She did not condone the behavior, and would do her best to squash it before it was allowed to grow too long.
“Have you spoken with the local Ulfric?” Before – when Jason still had control over the city’s wolves – she would not have had to ask that question; he would have told her before meeting with the man. Now, though, the relations between her and the pack had all but soured, and she had no idea of any of the comings and goings. The new Ulfric never spoke to her except through channels and people, and even her chats with Jason had lessened in pleasure since the takeover. He was not a bad leader, but his feelings towards the kiss were more than clear.
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