Thursday, April 26, 2007

Ogadia continued
"That was the worst pun I've heard in centuries! But, it is one that we Xampyrs are quite fond of, Now I know you are your grandmother's granddaughter."Samson smiles when she turns his way in puzzlement and then smiles at him,'May I escort you to the dance hall Miss. Elswood?' Uriel nods to him and places her hand in the crook of his arm.
Uriel and Samson enter in style with their assistants and messangers behind them. The Entrance door was setup up properly so that when guests went through their clothing immediately changed in to evening attire. So, that Samson with his Xampyr allure was dressed in a traditional tuxedo with a slight flair of silky red. Uriel on the other hand was dressed in her traditional royal garment of Sepial blue it was a dress that neither flaired nor hugged, but something flirtingly in between.

"Welcome Guardian Auriel Elswood and Xampyr Samson Demir."Greets the doorsmen once they are through the doorway.

A waiting woman comes foward and addresses them,"Where may I seat you this evening my Lord and Lady?"

Uriel is occupied at the scenary around them, much to Samson's delight so he replies to the Waiting Lady. Then gently escorts Uriel to their seats taking care to bring her attention around so she doesn't hurt herself walking or sitting down.

"Your server will here in just a moment. Please excuse me."The Waiting Lady makes to leave when she is stopped by Uriel.

"What's your name Miss?"Uriel hears the Lady reply. 'Then I thank you Miss Alexia for your caring service.' The getting a comment from the head of Ogadia blushes and takes her leave.

"Do you always tease the young ones?"Samson asks as he places his order for Scarlet Delight. Before turning his attention back to Uriel who is seated across from him.

Uriel laughs properly making Samson smile in return,"I compliment what I feel is worthy of complimenting and I mean every word I said.'I would like the EverHoney Tea, please."The waiter nods and leaves to place their order.

"Ah, My Lady Auriel, I am so glad you could come to this wonderful refreshment you have arranged for us."The voice of a gentleman draws Samson's and Uriel's attention. Looking thus, they see a gentlecat standing at a respectful distance away from them. "I hope I have not interrupted anything."The Gentlecat adds seeing their paused look.

"Oh, no my Lord. Though I must embarrassingly confess that I do not know your name, friend."Uriel replies to her full first name.

"Ah, pardon my breach on manners. I am Count Evian De LaRue of the Niko and Felinians."The gentlecat replies bowing humbly.

Samson nods before speaking,"To what do we owe the honor of your visit Count? Please be seated in comfort."Uriel joins him in gesturing to the empty seat between them on the right of the square table.

"With your leave."Count Evian replies sitting himself down.'I have a request to put to your persons, if I may.'

Uriel and Samson share a glance and then return their attention back to their guest.
Uriel speaks for both when she says,"Please do so Count for we are humbly listening."

The Count leans foward slightly as Uriel and Samson give him their undivided attention.

"You see, Lady Auriel my family and I have been hit with an intriquing curse recently. Every new moon my entire kind dreams of turning into bats and flying to a silver haired albino lady. I can see the laughter in your eyes at the thought of Nykoian turning into bats and so did I. But, this past week one of your own Family members upon visiting us during a new moon witnessed our real transformations. I would ask if you or one of your Family may investigate into our strange and embarrassing predicament."

Uriel leans back into her chair making sure to keep her posture, as Samson keeps their guests gaze. Both men wait patiently for her answer as the food is brought and placed and Count Evian politely declines to order. Closing her eyes Uriel calls to mind the Nykoian legends, myths, gossips, and rumours searching for odd tidbits to explain such an event. Without opening her eyes she asks,"Why do you say Curse?"

"Frankly dear lady I would hesitate to say such a word, however I have the proof to justify the reason." The Count answers laying a scroll into front of them.

Samson gazes at it and then opens the scroll to read it before passing it on to Uriel.

Uriel for her part also gazes at the scroll before touching it and then passing her gaze over the text on the page. Closing her eyes once again she calls her true eye sight foward and sees the scroll for what it really is, a curse totem. "Count Evian, there is a person or group of people who are unhappy. Their curse extends to you and your family, meaning something was done to make them unhappy and there is a taste of cruelity attached."Uriel finally speaks after a long thought process during her meal. 'I need a list of all the things going on in your family no matter how tiny, big, obsurd, commonplace or other that it is, Can you do that?'

Count Evian can barely check his excitement at the news of aid from the Ogadia Head of Family. "Yes, of course if it'll help break this curse I'd be willing to find anything and everything I can." Count Evian rises making the other two rise with him. "Thank you for your advice I shall follow it to the T!" The Count says before happily leaving.

Uriel and Samson seat themselves after the Count's departure. Uriel then turns to Samson once they are alone,"Samson I need you to do a search on the Nykoians benefits and ways to pass on the benefits once we are through here."

Samson looks at Uriel gravely before saying,"You think they're being targeted as benefit suppliers, Miss. Elswood?"

Uriel nods as they are served dessert and have begun eating.
The refreshment after her first conference with her employees and the Families has long since been over. Uriel took a good leisurely look around her Suite before locking her Suite's doors and pushing a button.

Sounds of grindings, clicks and metal gliding on rollers is heard as her Suite is converted into a spacious living area. Complete with a Cypress styled hot tub and comfortable futon bed.

With a weariness she didn't know she had she bathed and then put on her sleeping attire before going to bed.

Meanwhile in his top of the building suite Mr.Samson was busy gathering reports as Xampyrs didn't need rest. Though when they did "sleep" it was to remember the feel of sleeping or pretend to be asleep in order to scare someone.

(Suppliers? What kind of hold do these families have on each other? where are we going?}
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