Amaryllis DeCuir (Jul 24, 2011 8:42:04 PM)
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Menthril (Jul 24, 2011 8:42:27 PM)
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Menthril (Jul 24, 2011 8:42:58 PM)
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Amaryllis DeCuir (Jul 24, 2011 8:48:38 PM)
The Toreador sat in her office with her head propped back against the headrest. Long waves of red curled and twisted like tendrils of copper and flame about a flesh colored silk camisol, that left little to the imagination. About her neck was her locket, the bold rose Cameo. The rest of her was outfitted in a sleek white pencil skit with a ruffled hemline and slit up the right thigh, a pale pink lace garter was visible holding up those back seamed nude silk stockings... feet entrapped in some gold strappy stilletto sandals. A pen was clenched between her teeth, fangs extended, and Lioness gold eyes stared at the ink penmanship on a crisp letter that she held before her.

Amida (Jul 24, 2011 8:55:02 PM)
*There was a faint russel in the room, as Amaryllis sat with her head leaned back against the headrest she had been in thought and the silence of the room made the sound even more out of place. Sitting in the chair on the opposite side of her desk was a dark skinned gentleman. Some would call him attractive in that foreign way, he might have once been of middle eastern complexion but now he would easily pass for a black man if not for his straight black hair. He sat in a grey suit with his leg crossed casually watching her. The sound might have been his legs crossing and the fabric of his pants rubbing against each other*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jul 24, 2011 8:59:19 PM)
The letter dropped and those irises got wide as her pupils receded in focus. She didn't move save to smile graciously as she continued to put two and two together. Her smooth charismatic and unforgettable drawl came out with a purr always the southern Creole belle. "I am assuming Mister. Whittaker set this up? And if I assume wrong, I'll have it known that I lived and unlived to the hilt.." The Degenerate's grin was no less charming than her accent and voice. Eyes twinkled as she awaited discussion or something more sinister.

Amida (Jul 24, 2011 9:05:15 PM)
*Truely it was as if the man's very being screamed at the fabric of reality in the room. This was a killer to the core and though he was handsomly charming there could be little mistaking his nature.* Mr. Whitaker mentioned that you wished to speak to the person in charge of contactual negoations for the region that you had a concern about a contract that you wished taken out and that you didn't feel that there were suitable canidates to handle the task. *his voice contained no accent at all, his dialect was perfect to the region giving no indication of his true origins, maybe he had been here his entire life, in America that is.* Though you should understand that before you begin this negoations the price of my services are extremely higher then those of others in the City.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jul 24, 2011 9:08:48 PM)
"I certaintly do understand that and thank you for being so forthcoming regarding that issue... my pause in asking someone other than Mister Whittaker, Sir, are in regards to his current position held in my Sect, I do not wish it to become a conflict of interest for Mister Pretre if he were to take a contact that I negotiated then turn and use such knowledge against me sue to his proposed loyalties to my Sect..." She explained softly, as it stood with regards to her contact, she wanted her ass covered.

Amida (Jul 24, 2011 9:12:11 PM)
So your concern isn't that Mr. Pretre is incapable of doing the task you require but that he might sell you out down the road after completeing the task in which you hired him. Or that he might sell you out before the task is accomplished?

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jul 24, 2011 9:12:42 PM)
"Either or, is not a chance I am willing to take Sir.. " She said with a respectful nod.

Amida (Jul 24, 2011 9:23:25 PM)
You realize that the cost for such a service is going to be extremely high and that I require full payment ahead of time. If you were to inquire with Mr. Pretre about the contract and made it known in no uncertain terms that you are seeking out his services as an Assamite and not the Scourge, and he voilated the secrecy of the contract his life would be forfeit. He cannot hide from us we would find him and end his life.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jul 24, 2011 9:25:23 PM)
She smiled at the Assamite Elder quite graciously. "The I shall speak with Mister Pretre Sir, and thank you for your frank council.." Gold eyes flickered briefly over him appreciatively and she gave him a wicked smile, that still retained a sort of charm.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jul 24, 2011 9:25:31 PM)
Then I shall*

Amida (Jul 24, 2011 9:29:28 PM)
*His features had never changed while he spoke with her. He didn't either smile or frown his face was entirely passive and netural. He continued to look at her and while she was staring right at him he simply vanished into thin air. Tough you do remember him being there and speaking with him moments ago, he simply is not there any longer.*

Amida (Jul 24, 2011 9:29:56 PM)
07/25/11 01:28:02 Amida rolls 7 dice vs. diff of 5 to Vanish: 4, 1, 5, 10, 7, 5, 10, 4, 6 : 5 successes (10s Rerolled)

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jul 24, 2011 9:33:13 PM)
A chuckle escaped wicked and suprised... decidedly pleased.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jul 24, 2011 9:34:10 PM)
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Amida (Jul 24, 2011 9:34:29 PM)
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Menth (Jul 24, 2011 9:34:33 PM)
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