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STEINERS ESTATE, PLANET CAMBRIDGE
Having spent a tiring day and night getting herself adjusted at the Citadel after returning from a meetup in Gallia, Revenant underwent a change to disguise herself. The change almost entirely physical. She knew that meeting such a high figure will require great attention to detail. Undergoing a surgical process to reinstate an eye that resembled a natural appearance, choosing to confine it to the story of her new alter ego that she was establishing, attempting to nail it down even to the biometrics. On this day, she would become 'Myra Wright' - painfully reciting a different vocabulary to train herself, as well as training her natural posture to resemble that of another characteristic, fully aware that body language was a major give away to disguises. Content with the limited time to practice, she made a few more adjustments, tweaking her own voice with obscurity of a subtle augmentation within the throat, as well as going as far to redo her own hair style and colour - opting to go with a honey shade, including placing a green eye contact. The amount of effort placed into the disguise made her greatly uncomfortable, feeling agitated with a constant face mask up. In the end, she knew it was necessary, such minor pain meant nothing in light of the potential opportunities surrounding one of Bretonia's greatest secrets.
Having arrived the next day, she arrived at the estate accompanied by a servant drone, donning a moderately high class attire, a burgundy long coat - a cream tunic, black trousers and black boots with a concealed strap, deliberately opting to not wear high heels in the event she required to run. Below her burgundy coat was her white shirt that appeared slightly displaced in form, likely indicating there was a layer of hidden protection. Clearing her throat as she approached the bell, lowering her sunshades, pressing on it and speaking in a tone that could be considered snobbish, high class,
"Mister Steiner. I believe I am expected. "
Idly, she adjusted her black gloves, feeling discomfort of having a chemical layer over her skin beneath the material, mildly irritated. She glared over to the drone, then back to the intercomm, awaiting for the entry to open.
The doors swung open and two middle aged men stood in the doorway, red jackets accenting well with white dress shirts underneath. The older of the two, a man with no hair and spectacles smiled warmly at her as he gestured inside. A large and spacious entry way with dual staircases winding up toward a large balcony on the second floor. Behind the two men a serving girl with blood red hair walked past carrying a tray of tea and what looked to be English muffins as well. The sound of a piano gently made it's way down some hidden corridor to reach the trio at the entrance.
Miss Corvus, welcome. He said in a faint Edinburgh accent Shall we take your coat? Mr Holland can show you the way to the drawing room. Do you have any luggage with you? A room has been set aside for you in the East Wing. Lord Steiner is out at the moment but Master Victor is here.
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She dismissed their offers, waving her hand off, walking in gracefully with them. Her personal servant drone accompanied her, carrying some light luggage. Nothing more than personal consumer goods. It was oddly nostalgic to hear the distant sound of a piano engulfing the ambience.
"Such is unneccessary. Thank you, gentlemen. " Peering at the man, gazing at him with her emerald eyes tinted subtly by the contacts, "Is Master Victor available to talk?"
Certainly. Please follow me. While his younger compatriot wandered away to attend other affairs the older man led her through a few of the various sections of the house. Some corridors were lined with great artworks or historic books. A few glass frames contained plants from other parts of Sirius, forever preserved to be admired even though they had long since died. Some rooms were servants quarters, others were libraries or studies. One was a child's room. As the pair walked the music grew louder and clearer until they approached the source of it, a inconspicuous little room with the door ever so slightly ajar.
The older servant knocked before opening the door, bowed his head slightly and spoke Lady Corvus to see you sir. He stood aside before walking behind her and leaving. Closing the door as he went. The room was oddly small, or perhaps it seemed that way as it was dominated by a grand piano at it's center. The Walls were less wall and more window as the room took in the sunlight from all angles, including above, courtesy of a skylight. Beside the door a desk, which had a half poured Scotch on top if it, joined by an empty glass and bottle itself.
Victor peered around the piano to see his guest. Rather underwhelming when compared to the places and people you have seen I imagine. Nevertheless it is our home and you are welcome in it. How was your trip?
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Assuming the drone was led to the quarters, 'Lady Corvus' followed along. As they walked through the building, she could not help but admire that they did take interest in preserving heritage, her eye captured by the artwork. Perhaps
As she entered the seemingly small room, unmoved by the presence of the grand piano, she bowed her head slightly in polite greeting, a warm smile emerging upon her face. She kept up the regal act, clasping her gloved palms together.
"Master Steiner. How wonderful to see you. No... There is a sense of nostalgia here. There is beauty in these different cultures. Though one must admit there is some preference to the familiar. Quite the collections you have. My journey has been well. I hope the miscreant did not cause you trouble? He briefly saw me before leaving. "
He found her demeanor slightly unnerving, this was not the individual he was expecting. Clean, well dressed, well spoken and by all accounts, docile and harmless and yet, without a doubt, the manic and unpredictable lay only just below the surface. Not that one would be able to see it. There is no need to stand on ceremony here my lady. You may relax, we're alone. Please take a seat. He said as he stood up, offering his place at the piano as he moved to get his drink. Caliban was...hm...less than impressed I missed an opportunity to end you, shall we say. Nevertheless there isn't much he can do about it now.
He turned around to face her as he took a sip, Naturally he wanted a full debrief, as did other interested party. But he had to wait. For now I believe he has done nothing to tamper with the city. Speaking of which, I have hit a slight delay in procuring clearance. Purely of my own making admittedly, I should be getting the paperwork back soon.
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She nodded, taking a seat with great care, maintaining the posture out of respect. Though she did slightly relax, her tone relieving down moderately, but the voice was still affected. She folded her legs, letting her palms rest upon her lap, leaving the coat on for now.
"Well. No doubt. Bare my words of caution, he will take no problem on letting word go around freely with your other peers. He holds no loyalties, no manners, no... honor. "
Chuckling softly, she relaxed back more into the chair, letting her arms rest upon the arms of the furniture,
"I am in no particular rush nor am I interested in causing a disturbance. Hm... Though... I hope regarding the City that you have backup plans incase it inadvertently activates...? I am unsure if his presence affects anything."
He shook his head No. Not at the moment. When we receive your paperwork, I have instructed a company of the Special Boat Service to make there way to Sunderland, I will also inform the Armed Forces in the system to go to a state of heightened readiness. But for now, things are proceeding as normal, I don't want anyone there to think something will change until we are on our way. It gives the least amount of warning possible. He took a sip from his glass again. Would you like something to drink? Or perhaps eat? I imagine you haven't had much of a chance.
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Relinquishing her palms back to her lap, acknowledging his words. It was unusual to hear that they had no fallback plan in the event of the alien site activating. Or perhaps they were holding back on information. Or maybe they truly did not know what they might be set up against.
"Well, we shall see... If need be, I can assess the defensive scenario regarding the place, if you need indepth information on the specifications, and what perhaps there is to anticipate."
Recalling that she mentioned a particular bottle of wine, she did indeed bring it along.
"Do you recall how I offered to bring a bottle? My servant droid has it in my case of belongings, though it appears it has wondered off to the quarters your assistants mentioned. Perhaps you would like to share a glass? It is a fine Gallic specimen. Rather... Fruity in composure. Quite the captivating taste for such an aged piece. "
Victor blinked at her, a blank expression coming over his face for a moment. This was a joke right? Surely it must be. Not only had Alfred outright dobbed him in to her but he had freely admitted it as well, and yet here she was. His expression moved toward a faint smile. Either he gets to taste a fine bottle of wine, or he gets to know her a little better. Either way, he would consider it a win. The thought of William's recent adventure with Hall did cross his mind, but he dismissed the idea as quickly as it came. This was nothing like William's mistake, Victor could control his emotions perfectly well. He nodded, his smile not leaving his face
It would be a shame to waste such a fine specimen. I think we ought to, I've been meaning to find some time to relax in good company. Who better to share a glass with than you?