Tara smirks slightly, swirling the liquid in her own glass.
"Sugar Water. I can't tolerate any of the alcoholic stuff very well, I regret the times I needed the drinks around here.. Didn't really turn out well."
Huffing quietly, her eyes wandering around the bar slowly, recgonizing nobody else.
"Well Tobi, I wish you luck while you try to get back the data that you require.. If a situation pops up where I can be of some help, i'll be sure to take advantage of it. However I honestly can't make many promises since the Bretonians sorta leave us alone. I don't have any business propositions to gain their interest at the time being either."
"Although I do have some work elsewhere, I suppose that can be worked out at another time though. Welcome aboard. I'll send you a ID later today to allow access to a few buildings specifically for the Commonwealth, including R&D. Who.. I suppose I need to select a head still.. Gah, damn that man.. Why did he have to up and laze off elsewhere suddenly."
"Questions, or whatever else may be on your mind.. Just find the nearest person in the bio-dome and ask away. Sure you may earn a few blank looks, but hey. Don't take it personally. I do it all the time."
"Thanks again Tara. It's a weight off my shoulders knowing that I finally have some sort of allies. If you or anyone in the Commonwealth needs any help with hacking or systems of any sort, come find me, I'm here to help you all out now."
*He looks over his shoulder into the bio-dome.*
"Anyone around here I should talk to specifically, anyone to watchout for or anything of the sort? I'm a little shy so if you could...introduce me or something, that'd be great."
"Who?...Me? I'm just a harmless Freelancer; A free spirit, a feather in the wind, a wan- Oh. The Cardamine. I'm holding it for a friend."
The horrendous waves of temporal magnitude, the breezes of time have swept repeatedly throughout the entrails of Sylvania Dome as time passed and days were devoured by the cosmic darkness of the night only to launch a riposte by the break of dawn for several occasions in a unison of voracious, cannibalistic waltzes of light as the Dome's simulators conveyed this dance on the tempo of the visitors' footsteps as they came and went, one by one, amazed, bewildered, bamboozled by the beauty that engulfed them or distracted by the intrigues they planned to carry.
But this metaphysical waltz, unintelligible by the chthonic plebeians that dared violate the virginity of the void with their throbbing mechanical constructs, has stopped suddenly, or rather, it adopted a tempo that can be comprehended and indulged, emphasizing the existence of a certain individual, loafing with an intoxicating nonchalance on an exquisite leather couch, standing in front of a coffee table surrounded by few other arm chairs embroidered by the same, somberly leather material.
On one of the arm chairs, a black leopard sat idly and indifferently as her piercing green eyes drifted towards realms unknown.
It was obvious by the expulsion of nonchalance, by his furry companion and by his general, flamboyant, elegant yet naive only at the facade, style that this man was none other but Robert d'Autoine, relaxing and waiting.
In a matter of minutes, a man embellished by the uniform idiosyncratic to a waiter approached him.
" Finally I can indulge with a lavish portion of food only to cater my ever insatiable yet equally sweet taste for hedonism as I lay a brief pause to the conundrums that I work inside my mind. Bonsoir, Dick! " he said with his exotic yet typical grin towards the waiter.
" I prefer "Richard", monsieur " the waiter tried to reply, faking an unviolated pride.
" Non, I heard you prefer Dick... " Robert squinted with an impish, diabolical yet undoubtedly comical manner.
The waiter rolled his eyes, his face covered in a layer of red. This caliber of playful sardonicism was not something he wanted to find himself dragged in.
" May I take your order, monsieur d'Autoine? "
" Well, if you insist, mon ami. I would gladly have Susan. Bring her with a discreet yet punctual urgency as there are some matters that I need to relay towards her ever vigilant auditory appendages in a moment's notice. "
" And the food, monsieur? "
" I choose to have someone else bring that, if you may. I cannot trust you not to ooze contents of your mouth with a heinous acumen inside the entrails of my food after our petit exchange of trivialities. I am sure you can empathize with my position, non? Not to mention that I prefer not to eat while I must dedicate myself to transform another person into the epicenter of my attention. "
The waiter then left, undoubtedly to carry the orders of his metaphorical sovereign while Robert himself continues to lounge indifferently on the couch.
(08-10-2015, 07:03 PM)Antonio- Wrote: King Eduard is the greatest
Achille Augustain Nadeau peered hawkishly over the leading edge over the eight-hundred and fifty third issue of ‘Aesthetica’, fingers feathering the manuscript’s leading edge with a distain so palpable that you could scent it in Java.
“Bothering the hired help, again? How unremarkably elitist.” Nadeau noted nonchalantly, feet clawed against the wickerwork pedestal of his foot rest, glossfied paper turning in his hands, waving indeterminately in the artifice of a breeze.
“But quite brusquely now, Roberto, do you not concede that your collusion in the general moral degradation of our fraternity remains bombastically prominent, hm? Your public representation as a menial, craven bully is indicative of some of the worst, most plebeian excesses of the Council debarkle, mon Dieu, man…” The Burgundian breaks, hand proffering a grape with the poise that’d frustrate Caligula, bowl to mouth, as if flown by wire, ferally rapid.
“…You, Robert, are not a Communist of either denomination; you are too serpentinely scrawny for a blockhead Bolshevik, too memorable for a Menshevik, and considerably too slovenly to make a fine Trotskyist. In a phrase; the Coalition is not for you – quit frittering your dialogue on social inferiors. If you truly require a sparring partner to test your rhetorical edge upon, then please ami, bid me the courteousy of utilising the obvious – that is to say, myself, for the purpose. One does not grind a knife upon a blunted bolder, lest your weapon of wit degrades to all the elegance of a common bludgeon. You’re not an equalist, Autoine, so do desist with suckling on an inferior peen. One does wish to maintain one’s glass… comparatively… uncontaminated with proletarian mastication juices, do you not?’
‘It is a pity, Robert; In all the years I have known you for you have been merely masquerading as a decent man. Now; your true colours are revealed for the pink, fleshy, unhealthily pasty Dadaist nightmare that you bear manifest as – a mere, common, misguided whiny egalitarian, daring consort with servile orders.’
‘Honestly, Autoine; what would your brother think? Perhaps he'd have you shot. I would.'’
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
It was not long after, that a figure appears by the doorway, lazily entering the room. Obviously not in any rush, however admittedly it was slightly confused as to why a waiter of all things was the approach to her summons. Tara Snow walks inside without a care in the world, with a young girl in tow. Pausing to take in the sight of the two men bickering once more, she merely mumbles something beneath her breath as she approaches an empty chair in the room nearby. The young girl happily finding a spot across the lounge, at a spot next to the large window to space outside the Freeport.
"I suppose you two will never change, always at each other, hm? No wonder why you scared everyone else off in the room, although I suppose a black panther would do that. Then again, you'd think people would be used to it.."
"Nadeau, you actually bothered coming out of your hiding place again? You seem to be after something if that is the case. I never had the impression you liked me too much."
Rubbing her head slightly, seeming to be plagued by a slight headache, before looking up once more.
"Ahh at any rate, what is it Robert? I hear you have something you'd like to discuss."
" Ah, mon most amiable and always so eloquent companion exerting his existence under the connotation of Achille, a Trojan equine always grazing for contention as he rides across the pastures of bitterness. It is a most pitiful conjecture, I find myself in now, to express and observe that you do not fail to disappoint. " Robert lashed satirically towards his sparring partner.
" S'il vous plait, should you retire from the profession that you temporarily occupy now, never decide to walk the path of a detective for your lack of acumen and perception is transparent. You cling hastily to what you have heard, to the body of strife yet you refuse to even consider the catalyst or what exactly could have bred it. In more colloquial words, you reserve interest exclusively for the body, and never for the head. " He continued, imitating a smile on his face and dashing a wink with his left eye as he finished his words.
" Should you have possessed the skills so typical to a detective, to a person intoxicated with perceptions of the sharpest calibers, you would have first inquired what would have caused this approach I adopted rather than adopting harshly and prematurely made, not to say, affronting prejudices. It would had took a mere inquiry to know that what I do is not a sadistic play through which I garner entertainment through the suffering of my calves, mon ami, but it is a necessity through which I guarantee salvation from the victim's own incompetence. "
" Biensur, I'd say... " he muttered espying for any doubt that could be traced in his colleague's ocular appendages " ... This individual, this waiter committed deeds most incongruous: he neglected his responsibilities in order to pursue his amorous yet futile fantasies. Of course, such an err would had been excused were he to warn us beforehand, but his sudden initiative stroke under furtive cloaks had caused quite an inconvenient storm among the efficiency of the restaurant and the service we wish to provide. "
" Normally, such incompetence would had been met with a permanent dismissal from his service but he besought for a second chance, a second chance that would be guaranteed only if he'd agree to be accompanied by whipping remarks that will remind him of his erroneous behaviour. You see, mon ami? Not everything is as prejudicial as you might hope to be. You just need to have the patience, the skill and the perception to seek the beginning before you venture into the middle. I have to admit, I am surprised, you make me even doubt your competence as a savant, mon ami... "
And with that lashing last remark soothed through teeth arranged in a most impish and devilish grin, Robert's eyes caught notice of Tara approaching by and at the same time, impulsing the man's body to flicker to this new presence and adopt a more formal position in the couch.
" ...Speaking of competent savants... " Robert said loudly, as if an allusion wanted to be caressed. " Allow me to salute you, Tara! Sit down, s'il vous plait, and we shall indulge with the reasons of your invocation in a moment's notice... "
(08-10-2015, 07:03 PM)Antonio- Wrote: King Eduard is the greatest
"Ah, nevermind. You're out here to chuck words violently at Robert, I see."
Talking to herself, more than the other two.
"It's something you get used to, Robert. You never liked giving forward notice, but instead popped things out of nowhere on people. Yet there still has yet to be a time you didn't bring up an interesting subject. Please, do go on. I'm listening."
Taking a seat at the chair she was next to, leaning forward merely rest her elbows on her knees, clasping her hands together to keep her head aloft.
A wierd woman enterd in the bar, and directly went to the bartender and asked for a drink: "One Cocktail , the hardest my love!'And then after she had the first drink the bartender ask her who is she and what does she does. "Well my name is Miriam Mersei but you can call me Lagina, and yet my honey i am a a doctore in military and war techolgy, and that is pretty much what i do".So she went outside of the bar and sat down on a bench near a lot of plants
Robert widened his eyes in anticipation, adopting a hermetic-like stance with his right hand as his fingers extend flamboyantly in the air as if they are cobwebs ejaculated by the metaphysical arachnid so that it would gape its jaws upon the murdering seconds that it clenches.
" Dearest Snowflake and madame that prompts the fragility of one such object only to hid the ruthlessness inside her devious, dreary core, it is a puncturing and indubitable certainty that in our time of hibernation, which again, was nothing but another facade meant to render our tenacious plotting and intrigue weaving into inconspicuousness, you have sharpened your ears like the feline you are in order to catch notice of the incompetence that breeds abroad, is that so? " Robert asked, grinning with subtlety.
" Should your retort be affirmative in nature, madame, then I dare ask you this: What have your undoubtedly magnificent and precise ocular appendages embroidered with the keenest of visions and the most malevolent of glares may have witnessed upon our dearest zoners whose reputation we so gallantly we exploit with nonchalance? "
(08-10-2015, 07:03 PM)Antonio- Wrote: King Eduard is the greatest
The woman rubs her face for a short moment as she tries to figure out exactly what this man was asking of her. He was quite smart, and was indeed a cunning man. However..
"Sometimes Robert, it would be nice if you could see that there may be some merit in simplifying speech down to a degree where others can understand you. Especially on the topic on which I believe you are implying right now. I admit, it does cause some assertions to be made on what you truely are implying through complicated words. Especially if you're speaking to at least someone who is semi-intelligent. Which I admit, most people may not fall under that category. Heck, an possible implication which you may be hinting at may very well be Sirius Domination. I am aware this may very well be one of your goals in the long term, or at least something you'd flaunt around happily. Although I have a feeling you'll settle for the next best thing. Perhaps domination of everything besides Sirius, knowing you."
Sighing. This wasn't like her.. And it was mildly irritating that she found even herself acting this way.
"To answer your question however.. It's what you would think. General disorganization, all the way to involvement in things which they truly shouldn't be involved in. What did you expect, after all. Call yourself a neutral force, it eventually ends sooner or later. Everything comes to an end.."
"Your next question, or at least thought which would pass through your mind is what are we going to do if this is the case. I'd love to merely say 'Hell should I know' and walk away, however i've been given a slightly distasteful position of say here. Backed into the corner, hmm?"
"We speak to them. Continuing on from your antics before you decided to take the hypothetical nap, I am quite confident you have that manipulative voice to yourself. At least an assertion of who we are to the other groups is a place to start. Things can continue from there.."