The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen(And others)

Guardsman: "Pardon?"

Elise: Where we are going. looks like she has her own little private island

Guardsman: "Uh... no ma'am. This is the noble district. Miss Malacira owns one spire."

Elise: I see...

Guardsman: *Quiet*

*quiet trip?*

*he does not speak unless spoken to*

*wquiet trip then. she has the wine, obviously.*

*The atmoflyer lands in front of Cyra's residence, a tall spire, cast in gray stone and plasteel. gentle rain falls from above, The guardsman opens the door for elise.* "My lady." *The door stands before her, an imposing portal of darkened wood, carved with gothic arches.*

Elise: Eh, expected something more....extravagant.... *she gets out and marches towards the gate*

*the gate swings open on well oiled hinges as she approaches, she catches a glimpse of another guard, standing in an alcove, out of the rain, most likely for that very purpose, with a vox bead in his ear. The room beyond the gates, is a grand ballroom, at least twenty metres wide, and fourty long. A pair of long sweeping staircases run down either side of the room, up to a raised balcony, where a single figure in a purple dress is standing, hands resting on the balustrade. The room is lit by no less than ten crystal chandeliers, and the floor is solid wood, an unimaginable extravagance in most places.*

Elise: Well, that was easier to find than expected...

Cyra: "I wouldn't want you getting lost. A city is a dangerous place, don't you know." *the doors slowly shut behind her, tapping closed with a light bang*

Elise: How very... ominous....

Cyra: *slowly begins to descend the staircase. one hand resting on the banister.* "The previous owner decided on that feature. It adds a little... Je ne sais pas, though, don't you think?"

OOC. apparently that means "I dont know"? ...that or google does not know...
IC:
Elise: Quite the evil lair you have here indeed....

OOC: its a phrase in french which means "I dont know" Which we use in english to say, something you cant quite put your finger on, but its good.

Cyra: "Hardly evil, rather well appointed, i think, airy, well lit, some wonderful art work."

Elise: /looks around/ .........just the usual noble extravaganza....

Cyra: "I haven't had much time to work with it." *reaches the bottom of the stairs*"I was thinking a marble floor."

/hmmm.... Mental resist roll, i guess... Zhthen ill ho to sleep. Do with it what you will/
Elise: and where will the sacrificial altar or pit go?
/at which point, she actually beholds the sight before her..../

The member 'Nazamroth' has done the following action : Challange Fate

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'd20' : 16

OOC: bye naz baby *Cries manly tears*

Cyra: *she laughs, a rather wonderful sound, and Elise finds herself wanting to make laugh again, just to hear it* "My my... Whatever would i want one of those for? The only sacrifices i need are time and dedication." *Looking at cyra, she sees quite literal perfection, a lithe grace beyond even the inhuman eldar, yet matched to facial features and a body far more robust than the xenos, she has just enough muscle, in just the right places. A generous, but not overly large chest, and ample backside, she has the hourglass figure so many women strive for, and so few achieve. Her hair flows like water, catching the light, and as Elise's eyes follow the gentle curve of her cheekbone, she catches eye contact for just a moment, and almost falters, but maintains her composure. Her yes flit down cyra's face, just as cyra, after their brief moment of eye contact, gently bites her own lip, the rouged and kissable.*

OOC: I'm supposed to be writing a geography essay right now.

OOC: What's going in this neck of the woods.

OOC: A daemonette has practically taken over a planet, attracting the attention of the inquisiton. An eldar blank and a daemon prince are working together to get into tzeenches library, an imperial saint and a khorne daemon are assaulting a nurgle daemon world, theres some tyranid shenanigans, and a daemon engine too. Also several of them intend to become gods by otherthrowing the current ones. thats kinda the major plot thread. become gods.

Elise:......that.... Is the best hair i have ever seen...

OOC:
And yeah, its mosty as rae summed it up... also, a golden fox who the mechanicum may just start worshipping as the omnissiah as a whole soon

Athena: eh good enough

Cyra: "Thankyou dear, I do try to look nice." *she twirls a strand of hair around one index finger, in a mock absent minded gesture, but it's obviously a calculated move to draw Elise's gaze where cyra wants it to be.*

*resist check!*

The member 'Nazamroth' has done the following action : Challange Fate

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'd20' : 16

*after a bit of bewilderment, she regains her composure*
Elise: Right, before anything else, I do believe an oath is in order...

Cyra: "Of course dear, but perhaps we should go somewhere more private. I do have a public image to uphold."

Elise: Sure sure, whatever.... Want to get over with it before I get turned into a vibrator...

Cyra: "So cynical. Lets be done with the attitude shall we?" *Gestures for elise to follow, and starts walking up the grand staircase.*

*Marches like a noble of martial family up the stairs*
Elise: Part of the job requirement for both nobility and inquisition...

Cyra: "Nobility, Come now Elise dear, i thought you above such foolish notions."

Elise: Think what you will, but i was still raised as a member and future head of a noble family that rules a world... Technically, i am the planetary governor... Trust is not something helpful in that profession

Cyra: "Of course not, but a two track mind is also. You can enjoy an evening while waiting for the knife between your ribs. I have been stabbed no less than three times so far, It didn't stop me from enjoying the festivities."

Elise: Unlike you, a knife in my vital organs, tends to ruin my mood...

Cyra: "True enough, but the point remains."

Elise: The point of a knife, if i am not like I am...

Cyra: Cyra: "Oh come now, this was supposed to be romantic."

Elise: What, you actually intend to try and bed me?

Cyra: "Not on the first date, i'm not an animal."

Elise: The idea that you intend to try and start a relationship sounds even more absurd...

Cyra: "I'm not planning on proposing dear, but i do like to know someone before i invite them into my bed."

Elise: Oh, im certain you dont...

Cyra:"in fact, if all goes well... you shall be the first person to be invited there."

Elise: ........why are you so enthusiastic about that idea?

Cyra: "I have a linking for strong willed people. You've held up against me for quite long..."

Elise: Ah, so the game is trying to see how long it takes to reduce me to a loyal concubine?

Cyra: "I would be terribly disappointed if you let that happen. But so many previously impressive individuals have sunk to that level."