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A New Beginning (Open/Reintro)
#638819 - Fri Oct 31 2008 06:41 PM
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Night was usually an endearing time for lovers to be strolling the town of AnyCity. Tonight, dark clouds hovered low in the sky, covering the full moon that loomed overhead. Lines of light moved through breaks in the clouds that passed by its beautiful face. The wind swept through adding a chill to the already chilly October night. However, the vampiress could feel the chill at her flesh, but it didn't bother her.
Her spiked heals sank into the damp ground as she stood with flowers in hand. The grass tickled at her ankles which was proof that the groundskeeper hadn't attended the grounds in quite some time. Neiako stood solemn. Her eyes focused upon the name carved into stone no more than a few months ago. A gust of wind whipped up and blew the cloak from around her body outward revealing her long silken hair of pale gold.
As her hand drew tighter around the bouquet of long stemmed roses, the plastic crinkled breaking the silence around her. Reaching forward, she placed the roses upon the top of the headstone. Turning, she left the spot she was standing on as lightning flashed through the sky illuminating the name on the stone: Seth Conners. Neiako walked through the rest of the cemetery toward the limo and driver waiting with the door open. However, she stopped with the movement of another coming toward her.
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The cigarette glowed through the darkness as he drew upon it, the intake of nicotine being something of a regular comfort to the misbegotten priest.
Cemeteries had once been a common aspect of his life, not just as part of his profession but also due to the high death toll that still lingered in his homeworld; a world he had almost forgotten.
But then things from the past had been turning up recently in his mind, memories of people, places, features, women. Especially the women.
He'd been in town when he heard the name spoken on a few lips here and there. The hope that he'd be able to see an old friend, an old flame, was what had driven him to the graveyard.
He didn't know the deceased but he had to guess that he was a former lover of hers. Perhaps even a relative. But then, he wasn't there to pull tricks, or make a move on her. He just wanted to see her face and perhaps bring some comfort to her in this time of loss.
He cast the cigarette to the ground and stood upon it. She'd seen him, sharp as ever.
"Hey there, darlin'," he paused. Neiako Reforte had never been spiteful or unhappy with his pressence, but then much time had passed and she was currently somewhat vulnerable due to her circumstance. This could either go very well or very badly. "Jus' thought I'd drop by..."
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By TheBritt, coloured by Genichi Kasuse.
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"God gave us a penis and a brain, but not enough blood to use both at the same time." - Robin Williams
"Can an author with reason complain that he is cramped and shackled if he is not at liberty to publish blasphemy, bawdry, or sedition?; all of which are equally prohibited in the freest governments, if they are wise and well-regulated ones."
- Philip Dormer Stanhope
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Neiako stood still. Her gaze stayed on the familiar face that stopped to snuff out the cig placed upon the ground. The wind swept her hair as she stood there causing strands to cross over her face.
"Phemus. Quite the surprise." Her voice called out holding none of the warmth her voice usually carried. The sweet French lace that usually caressed her voice was gone. Her eyes were icier than usual and held a darker gray that clouded out the blue that usually danced in her eyes. "Just drop by? I find that hard to believe." She tried to lift her voice a bit trying to enhance the joke at the end, though it didn't quite make it. Neiako found it a bit odd that he was just there to stop by, nonetheless know that she would be there visiting the grave.
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Phemus laughed a little, "Well, you know how the Dream is, right? Always the unexpected.
He made several steps forward so that he was within a metre of her person, though he kept some distance to allow her room to breathe. Clearly whatever the situation was, it was more volatile than he had first imagined. She seemed distressed, mixed emotions. He wanted to help her, hold her, but didn't want to encroach. Some people just wanted space.
"Reckon a little walk might do some good? If ya not busy, o' course," he said, casting a long, somewhat jealous, look at the limousine.
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By TheBritt, coloured by Genichi Kasuse.
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"God gave us a penis and a brain, but not enough blood to use both at the same time." - Robin Williams
"Can an author with reason complain that he is cramped and shackled if he is not at liberty to publish blasphemy, bawdry, or sedition?; all of which are equally prohibited in the freest governments, if they are wise and well-regulated ones."
- Philip Dormer Stanhope
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It was true from her experience in the Dream. Always expect the unexpected. Anything that can happen her, will. She watched him as he moved forward toward her, and she made no move to step back from him, though no move toward him either.
Neiako smirked slightly as she noticed Phemus' glance toward the limo. A walk probably wouldn't be such the great idea as she could feel the storm moving in.
"Actually, I have a commitment at the moment." Her eyes looked toward the limo as the first drops of rain started their fall toward the damp ground of the cemetery. Closing her eyes a moment, a split second of loneliness, and sorrow passed her face before becoming the blank mask her kind used to hide what they were feeling. Glancing back toward the limo, she spoke once more with a bit of the warmth of her usual French lace slipping back into her voice. "However if you don't have any prior engagements..." Her gaze moved back toward Phemus. "I wouldn't mind a companion to dine with." Of course, dine for Neiako was a very different thing than humans and others did.
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Proud, ferocious, and elegant
When in the mood, a playful bent
Lord Rhysling Verdant's sexy mate
Vampire assassin, never late
Sauntering toward a tuxedoed gent
Arms slowly drape, a whisper sent
Piano keys strike tight-bound wires
Sounds vibrate as his soul aspires
"Hush now precious, let go concern
Give in to passion's forever burn
This evening ends your life-long wait
Immortality, you're at the gate"
Seductive words, a painful bite
A surge of bliss, then endless night
To her, but the latest minion soul
A curse and blessing to calmly dole
The gentleman flails, some last gasp chokes
She caresses him with soothing stokes
"Humanity? What's there to miss?"
Neiako Reforte's eternal kiss
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Phemus was well aware of that to 'dine' with Neiako could very well entail being 'drained'. However he had experienced this sort of kiss from her and others of her kind before and they showed a kind of restraint for their bloodlust that he could never match for his own sort of lust.
His eyes cast towards the graveyard again with concerned wonder but he spoke with reference to the vehicle, "Alright then. Guess I've got a few hours to kill." He chuckled lightly, glancing at the ground before looking back up into the vampire's grey-blue eyes. "Jus' so long as I ain't a victim here, eh?"
He took out a cigarette again and quickly lit it, inhaling the smoke into his lungs, bringing with it a sense of calm. He would wait for Neiako to approach the limousine.
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"...Had I been so inclined, I could have killed you three times by now." ~Dominique
"...During this conversation I could have groped you at least 5 times..." ~Vash
-Trigun
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Neiako nodded softly where she stood and held out her hand toward him much like they did in the days of her time when men offered an elbow.
"I have reservations at Del'Mortes for eight p.m. It is quarter to eight and it will take ten minutes to get there."
Should he not take her arm within a few moments, she will walk toward the limo. Once by the door, she slips inside smoothing her long black dress under her as she sat down. Her eyes looked up toward Phemus as he stood outside the door.
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Just because the priest had spent a period of life in Hell and become tainted by lust, it didn't mean he wasn't charming. He took her offered arm and escorted her to the limousine, allowing her to enter first.
He paused at the door, looking down at her beautiful face surrounded by the lavishness of the car. He smiled.
Phemus followed her into the vehicle, getting comfortale upon the seat, still maintaining a small amount of distance between himself an Neiako. He was still unsure how she might react if he even so much as hugged her. He would let her make all of the moves for now, of course he usually preferred a woman to take control anyway.
He was impressed with the car, never having known Neiako was 'into' such things, believing a horse and carriage might have been more her style.
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By TheBritt, coloured by Genichi Kasuse.
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"But now wasn't a good time for questions, especially with Phemus armed and eager (as usual)." - Dominor.
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Neiako's taste had modernized through time. Not many horse and carriages were around nowadays except for the usual tourist rides. Neiako had tried to blend in with the humans all her life and tried not to stand out very much.
The driver shut the door and moved around the limo toward the driver's door. Slipping inside, the driver shut the door and started up the vehicle. Neiako sat with her ankles crossed and looked out the window nearest her.
"Help yourself to a drink." Her voice spoke out as she watched the limo starting to pull out onto the road. Something extremely bad had happened to Neiako to cause her to be so drawn into herself and closed off. She was stone, so silent that unless you were looking at her, one would not know she was there. She could feel the lust running through Phemus as he sat next to her. Neiako could feel his desires, but they did not stir anything in the black abyss inside her.
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Phemus accepted the offer, searching for a whiskey in the drinks cabinet. He added ice.
He watched her as she watched outside. He was curious and concerned more than anything else. He didn't like to see people become shadows of their former selves. She might be a vampire, but Phemus had never seen her so dead.
He took a drink of his whiskey.
"Out of curiosity, how do you get people like the driver workin' for ya? Jus' a matter of money, eh?" Phemus asked, mostly to prompt conversation.
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By Kalakin.
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"Give beer to those who are perishing,
wine to those who are in anguish;
let them drink and forget their poverty
and remember their mysery no more." - Proverbs 31:6/7
Well, if it's in the Bible... :D
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Neiako blinked slightly as she heard Phemus talk about her employees. Turning from the window, she looked toward Phemus with the gray color of her eyes choking out any hint of blue.
"Money. They provide a service and I pay them." Looking back out the window, Neiako smoothed her hands over the dress covering her legs. "We should arrive in five minutes to the restaurant." Her gaze turned toward the dark window resting between the back of the limo and the driver.
Her right hand curled into a fist as she rested her hand against the leather of the limo. Deep red painted nails sliced deep into the pale skin covering the palm of her hand. Drops of blood started to flow from the four cuts slowly causing the scent of blood to waft up in the limo.
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On the other side of town, a familiar block was passed as a unique, dark blue 1937 Mercedes-Benz 540K Cabriolet A Type Z convertible rolled by. With the top up due to the slight drizzle, the blue fox sat in the back as he slightly rubbed his paw the top of the star sapphire mounted on top of his cane.
He was going to a business meeting with his partner to discuss expansion. All was quiet during his ride to Del-Mortes which he would arrive in approx. five minutes. Reservations were made by the business associate of his own. This meeting was greatly important to the vampire and it need not be foiled in anyway, shape, or fashion. François would make sure of it.
"Cinq minutes, Patron," Max, his driver and bodyguard, said as they pass another intersection.
"Merci beacoup," François replied flipping over his watch to make sure it was accurate. They were early which made things more promising.
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Blood is thicker than water, and much tastier.
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OOC: Uh oh! I think the universe is about to explode!  . How do you want to work this, Fred? Both Fred and Phemus are teachers at the Schola... and are now about to meet here too! Phemus of the Dream is the same Phemus as the one on the Schola forum, which is obviously therefore going to cause some kind of problem when he meets Fred here. How would you like to work this?
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Limousine
Father Phemus, Neiako Reforte
Phemus shrugged, "I guess it's as simple as that then. Money solves everythin', eh?" He laughed a little and turned to face the vampiress, looking away from the changing scenery beyond the window.
He saw the blood. Smelt it.
"Whoa! Hey there darlin', I know how important that stuff is to ya... and what kinda effect it'll have on ya. Maybe you wanna... stop?" he looked from her bleeding hand and into her face. "Hey. Now listen'. I know I you don't think o' me as the mos' carin' person in tha world, but I am here to listen to y' troubles, if you need t' be talkin' 'bout 'em? For that matter I'll try an' cheer you up in anyway you can think of! Seriously, what can I do t' help you?"
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By TheBritt, coloured by Genichi Kasuse.
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"God gave us a penis and a brain, but not enough blood to use both at the same time." - Robin Williams
"Can an author with reason complain that he is cramped and shackled if he is not at liberty to publish blasphemy, bawdry, or sedition?; all of which are equally prohibited in the freest governments, if they are wise and well-regulated ones."
- Philip Dormer Stanhope
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((OOC: Yes, this is a problem. Frédéric is the same as the Schola except he's 700+ years younger here, unless I re-vamp his profile to do the opposite which is possible. He might have forgotten about Phemus through the time lapse since this might be a short meeting. Don't know.))
Del-Mortes
François received a call on his car phone. "Bonjour! Non. Oui. A l'heure comme d'habitude. Je vous attendrai, cependant, ne pas faire m'attendre trop longtemps. Je suis un homme occupé," the blue fox spoke before replacing the phone on the receiver. It seems that his business partner will be late and called to inform the vampire. François usually did not tolerate lateness, but it was important to meet this individual. He would wait, but not for long.
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Blood is thicker than water, and much tastier.
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Limousine
Father Phemus, Neiako Reforte
Neiako looked toward Phemus as he spoke and looked at her. Her eyes moved toward her hand which was already healing. "I can control my hunger. I am not a simple fledgling." Her voice held and angry hiss and her eyes a slight glow to them.
Looking away from him quickly, she took a slow deep breath letting it out trying to bring herself back to center. Whatever had happened to her was bad. Really bad to have altered her this much. Looking back away from the window, she saw that they were pulling up to the front of the restaurant.
The limo stopped, and the driver slipped from the limo moving back over to the door to open it. As the driver moved around the front of the limo, she looked toward Phemus. "I killed him, I killed Seth."
The door of the limo opened and the driver stood behind the door giving them the ability to easy exit the limo.
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Del-Mortes
François' vehicle pulled up to the front entrance where Max flies out his door to open the blue fox's side door. He was still a bit early, so he took his time getting out before Max closes his door and proceeded to drive off into the lot. François places his cane on the ground creating a small spark scattering a few inches from its focal point.
The vampire noticed another limo come directly after his. They all looked alike, yet he felt a presence he hadn't seen in a long time. Shaking the feeling, François makes his way through the doors and to the Maître D'. "Bonjour Monsieur. Reservation for Sévère," he spoke pulling off his hat while taking off his gloves and placing them into the hat.
"Yes sir, please wait a few moments to make sure it is prepared," the Maître D' spoke as the blue fox simply gave a head nod.
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Blood is thicker than water, and much tastier.
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OOC: Hum. Fred might have forgotten, but I don't think Phemus would have. Either that or this is Phemus from before the Schola, I hadn't decided which it is that is still here.
Hum, we'll go with prior Phemus and that way when we next have him and Fred meet on the Schola boards, we can have them recognise each other and remember fond old, old, old, old times . Beauty of the Dream is that it's time is screwed up, so even if Fred left the Dream tomorrow, he could wind up at the Schola at the same time as Phemus, who might have left three years from now. Eh? 
Sorry to leave you out of the loop on that one Neiako. Just we have this pair of miscreants over on www.scholadraiochta.com, < Just in case you ever fancy giving us a visit  . It's just another RP board. :)
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Phemus stared at her for a moment. Even without knowing who Seth was, he knew that he had been someone close to her. Lover, brother, friend? He read the signs but didn't say anything. He didn't want to raise the subject in front of her driver. The chap probably didn't know, or else he would now be fearing for his own life.
Phemus sat a stared at her for a long moment before tugging at his own door and exiting from the limousine. He didn't need the driver to open his door for him.
He walked around the vehicle to stand by the entrance where he would wait for Neiako, feeling a little oddly dressed for such a restraunt. Then again, surely people didn't expect a priest to wear anything but his 'best'?
He would raise the issue again later. For now he wanted to think about it for himself. Even Phemus' tongue could get stunned.
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By TheBritt, coloured by Genichi Kasuse.
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"God gave us a penis and a brain, but not enough blood to use both at the same time." - Robin Williams
"Can an author with reason complain that he is cramped and shackled if he is not at liberty to publish blasphemy, bawdry, or sedition?; all of which are equally prohibited in the freest governments, if they are wise and well-regulated ones."
- Philip Dormer Stanhope
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As Phemus slipped out of the limo, she closed her eyes and sighed softly lifting her hand around her throat. Unlocking the clasp of her cloak, she slipped a leg out of the limo and accepted the driver's hand helping her to slip out. Taking a deep breath, she emerged from the door and stood looking about.
The black flowing skirt of her black dress formed around her body as she stood. Her chest was held tightly in the fabric as thick straps fell over her shoulders. Moving a few steps forward, her eyes fell upon Phemus as he met her on her side of the limo. Walking forward, she soon slipped into the door held open by a doorman.
Inside Del-Mortes
Inside, the Maître D' would be seen going frantic. He quickly pulled a waitress to him and told her to prepare the table in the back. The behavior might be confusing to the blue fox. However, he would soon find the answer as the blond female slipped in with the Maître D' instantly bowing.
"Madame Reforte, your table is ready!" He blinked as he saw the guest with her. "I did not know the reservation was for two. My deepest apologies." The waitress soon came and he grabbed her once more and told her to quickly to set the table to two. "Yes, please....please right this way." He turned and fumbled for two menus.
Neiako seemed to just walk passed the Maître D' seeming to make her way through the restaurant toward the area the waitress was leaving.
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Phemus shadowed Neiako, walking behind her with casual ease. Despite this outward demeanour, he felt awkward underneath. He wasn't from high society and had never gotten used to it. He was a priest at heart and priests dealt with simple lives, untarnished by high society.
He didn't like how cold high brow establishments were. He preferred dark, dingy pubs that were brimming with life, warmth and laughter. Followed frequently by shouting and brawling, but you had to take the rough with the smooth.
He continued to follow Neiako, not really heeding their direction until they arrived.
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By Kalakin.
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"Give beer to those who are perishing,
wine to those who are in anguish;
let them drink and forget their poverty
and remember their mysery no more." - Proverbs 31:6/7
Well, if it's in the Bible... :D
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François opened up his pocket watch to see the time. It wasn't taking too long to seat him, but he'd rather get off his feet for once instead of standing and waiting on preparations. He was soon passed up by a lovely lady with a most familiar face. "No? Eet could not be," he thought replacing his watch back into his pocket. The blue fox remembered her lovely appearance to his most adored Blue Rain. He had wondered where she had ran off to. He stopped waiting after a few months, but the thought of meeting her again was still in the back of his mind.
The Maitre D' went frantic on her arrival. It simply was her after all, and she was escorting someone. Being escorted didn't seem sufficient for the lass unless they were of higher stature, so he thought he was being escorted. The individual was a priest as a matter of fact; interesting turn of events. When did Neiako, a vampiress, associate with the religious types? It did not matter. It wasn't like she couldn't take care of herself. There was a bit of an odd aura to the fellow, but François merely let the thought slip his mind.
He had decided to make her his priority now. Business was business, but this beautiful creature was far more important to him. Something seemed to be bothering her. He was invisible to him. It would not be wise to upset her, but it might be possible for him to cheer her up or at least distract her long enough to make a difference.
"Nikky?" he called out to the vampiress.
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Blood is thicker than water, and much tastier.
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Neiako stopped a good twenty feet from the entrance of the restaurant. A slight flash of cold air swirled around Neiako as her anger flared slightly. Who would dare to interrupt her at this moment in time. Had it probably been one of the employees here, she would more than likely have fired them on the spot.
Turning slightly, her eyes held a bit of that icy glow as she looked in the direction of the voice. Upon seeing who the culprit was, her eyes returned to normal as the cold wind around her seemed to disappear as quickly as it came. The patrons inside stopped talking and eating as everything happened. Neiako of course, for once not liking this sort of attention, stretched out her vampire wiles and soon conversation and eating started back up again.
"Master Sévère. How nice to see you." Neiako's voice held her usual tone, though there seemed to be no warmth in her words. In a matter of fact, there seemed to be no warmth coming from her at all. The poor Maitre D' was just baffled as to what to do now. "Please, join us."
She turned and started walking toward the back of the restaurant. In the far corner, there was a booth of sorts. It was really the only booth in the restaurant. This was where she was headed. Upon reaching it, she slipped toward the middle of the table and sat down watching the other two. Neiako looked toward the waiter who seemed to nod and looked toward the other two.
"Would you two care for anything to drink?" He said as he handed out menus to the two guests.
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Phemus turned as Neiako did. He had never referred to her as Nikky before and to hear someone else do so struck him as rather strange. He didn't think of her as a 'Nikky'. She was Neiako. Or Ms Reforte in a formal sense.
He saw the blue furred, anthropomorphic fox-man, clad in a sharp suit, top hat and cane. How could Neiako not go for that?
He was a little surprised that Neiako so flippantly invited the stranger to their table but not offended. In fact he hoped with additional pressence Neiako's sour mood might be quelled.
As the trio head towards the table, Phemus sticks his hand out towards Frédéric, "Heya, bud. Name's Phemus. Father Phemus Smite, at ya service." He gave a friendly grin and took out a cigarette. He glanced towards the waiter. "Y'all don' mind if I light up, do ya?" He paused. "An' I'll jus' be havin' a beer. Cheers."
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By Kalakin.
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"Give beer to those who are perishing,
wine to those who are in anguish;
let them drink and forget their poverty
and remember their mysery no more." - Proverbs 31:6/7
Well, if it's in the Bible... :D
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The waiter looked flabbergasted at Phemus as he stood there asking if it was ok to smoke. "Sir there is no smo..." His face seemed to flinch at something and he looked toward Neiako. "Yes, Maam...I mean Ms. Reforte. There will be no problem with his smoking."
He seemed to flinch a bit more as the man asked for a beer. Beer? They didn't serve beer here. How could he...then he nodded once more looking toward Neiako again. "What kind of beer, sir?" The waiter sighed inwardly as he would be making a trip down to the party store 2 blocks away. He waited for the blue fox to answer.
Neiako looked toward Phemus as he introduced himself and the two sat down. "This is Monsieur Frédéric François Sévère. He is the owner of the newest club in AnyCity, The Blue Rain. He is a business acquaintance of mine."
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François held out his paw toward Phemus as he smiled (if foxes could smile). Before he could introduce his own name, the waiter pops up asking for drinks. "Last Century Chateau Margeaux or a nice Pétrus if you please," the blue fox said before sitting down. He was quite honored in Neiako introducing him to her guest. "Zhank you for introducing me. Yes, Master Phemus, or eez Father appropriate? I am zhe owner of zhe Blue Rain, although I do not believe you to know of its existence. At least not yet, haha," he asked.
He set his cane next to the booth where he sat and rested his top hat over the star sapphire at its tip.
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Blood is thicker than water, and much tastier.
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Phemus shrugged and said to the waiter, "You take your pick, buddy."
Phemus slouched in his seat. He was nothing compared to the decadence around him, or the smartness of Neiako and Frédéric. Only his cloth seperated him from the 'working class' that many in the restaurant likely shunned.
"Right, I see. 'Fraid ya won't get much on business talk from me, Fred. I ain't really one for money, as you can see." he motioned at his clothes. He breathed in his smoke, having lit up. "Still, what little I do know, I'd say you chose your city right. Anycity is a major hub for the Dream. Lotsa people. Lotsa cash."
"But yeah, Father's the one I get most," he breathed a woft of smoke into the air. "Don't mind me callin' ya Fred, do ya?"
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By TheBritt, coloured by Genichi Kasuse.
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"But now wasn't a good time for questions, especially with Phemus armed and eager (as usual)." - Dominor.
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