WHO: Fitcher + Wysteria + Flint & You WHAT: Catch-all WHEN: Firstfall-ish WHERE: Kirkwall and stuff. NOTES: Will update if necessary. Feel free to grab me if you want a specific starter/wildcard me, baby.
Her mouth grows very thin at the second tap of the book in her palm as her fingers once more close around air. With monumental effort, as if fighting against an invisible force, she withdraws her hand and sets it very deliberately in her lap.
"No." And then, more firmly: "No, I will not be doing either of those things. You may either return my things and be satisfied with being told after, or you will get nothing and I will report you. The choice is entirely yours, sir. It guarantee you that it makes little difference to me."
A considering pause. Aleksei watches her face, seemingly searching for something. It's a little unnecessary. Wysteria's expression is shockingly clear about her present emotional state.
The book is lifted, Aleksei's elbow set on the table as he waggles it a little in the air before setting it directly down on the tabletop in front of her with a deeply expectant expression on his face.
Her hands don't move to take it. They remain, as far as anyone might detect, carefully folded in her lap. That she has a furious vice grip on her skirts is no one's business but her own.
With a slightly rising tip of the chin, she says, "The merchant in question is in Lowtown, based in a large shared mercantile house. You know where the Black Lion is, yes? From there, go two streets north and take a right. The house is the largest one in the square there. I don't recall his name, but I'm certain if you carried the piece with you that someone could direct you to the right man."
He is not wrong to suspect foul play. For indeed these are not directions to a mercantile house or even to the businessman in question, but they are certainly directions to a particular shared place of business which, should he get that far, might subtly communicate Wysteria's assessment of this hostage exchange.
(It's a brothel. The message is 'Get fornicated with.')
Regrettably, this trick will only endear him to her. Sorry, Wysteria.
But as Aleksei does not yet know that a prank has been played on him, he eyes her plate, clearly thinks better of making off with her hard-boiled egg, and rises from the table instead.
"This was a pleasure," he tells her, affecting a turn of phrase potentially picked up from having heard Bastien on the crystal. "I hope to do it again sometime soon."
"The pleasure was mine entirely, sir. And I wish you all the best on your hunt."
She has a great skill for affecting a sweetness both saccharine and poisonous when she cares to, and this instance is perfectly suited for it. Her smile is very pin neat, and very cold. With the security of her egg more or less guaranteed, Wysteria finally snatches back the diary.
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"No." And then, more firmly: "No, I will not be doing either of those things. You may either return my things and be satisfied with being told after, or you will get nothing and I will report you. The choice is entirely yours, sir. It guarantee you that it makes little difference to me."
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The book is lifted, Aleksei's elbow set on the table as he waggles it a little in the air before setting it directly down on the tabletop in front of her with a deeply expectant expression on his face.
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With a slightly rising tip of the chin, she says, "The merchant in question is in Lowtown, based in a large shared mercantile house. You know where the Black Lion is, yes? From there, go two streets north and take a right. The house is the largest one in the square there. I don't recall his name, but I'm certain if you carried the piece with you that someone could direct you to the right man."
He is not wrong to suspect foul play. For indeed these are not directions to a mercantile house or even to the businessman in question, but they are certainly directions to a particular shared place of business which, should he get that far, might subtly communicate Wysteria's assessment of this hostage exchange.
(It's a brothel. The message is 'Get fornicated with.')
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But as Aleksei does not yet know that a prank has been played on him, he eyes her plate, clearly thinks better of making off with her hard-boiled egg, and rises from the table instead.
"This was a pleasure," he tells her, affecting a turn of phrase potentially picked up from having heard Bastien on the crystal. "I hope to do it again sometime soon."
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She has a great skill for affecting a sweetness both saccharine and poisonous when she cares to, and this instance is perfectly suited for it. Her smile is very pin neat, and very cold. With the security of her egg more or less guaranteed, Wysteria finally snatches back the diary.
How dreadful a fate, to be found endearing.