RP:A Night's Dealings

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Strange Abode

The path to this home is a twisted maze of hedges that turns back on itself in the most confusing of ways. Only those who know the route or are blessed with uncommon luck are likely to find their way to the house, which itself is a mind-bending construction that appears to freely defy the laws of physics. Window and door frames seem to half turn inside-out as the eye follows their lines, and the walls bend inward or outward, depending on the angle they are viewed from. It is doubtlessly built to throw the minds of visitors into a state of abject confusion; what awaits inside -- or how, indeed, this feat of architecture was achieved at all in the first place -- is anyone's guess.




Zane's standing outside the huge house, a small book opened in his left hand and a quill in his right, writing several things down. The house that was near was the location of his family, the Ventra house of Vampires. Though none would know from the looks of it. His emerald eyes focused on the ledger in his hands, he was frustrated, the churches weren't bringing in enough money, and the shops were lax in thier book keepings as well. Money, that was what everything was about, always money. Thier profits could probably be more if he hadn't been skimming the till so to speak, but even then they were still running low. "I need to figure a way to bring attention back to our lovely city." His words sounded young for a vampire of his age. "We will just have to figure something out." Sighing he put the ledger away into his robes. His long black hair hung low across his back, though it didn't seem to hinder him at all as he turned to walk around the grounds.


Vehara has spent quite some time traversing the winding path leading to this home, having to double back and leave identifying marks along the way. Even for one such as her, this maze was likely designed to keep others out, so navigating it has been something of a chore. It's only after some time that the half-drow is finally rewarded for her pesistence; the hedges open up and offer a view of the house, and quite a view it is. The entire structure is perplexing to her eye, bringing her brow furrowing in slight. The sound of someone speaking causes one of those slightly pointed ears to twitch, perhaps alarmed that another is indeed present. Before she believes she is seen, Vehara ducks behind the nearest section of hedge, kneeling there to silently eavesdrop.


Zane's thought were off in his own little world as he walked, though being a vampire had it's benefits, but even so he didn't notice the new person there. "I guess I could up the tax on the churches property, and maybe charge the shop more for protection." He smiles as he thinks about this. It had only been earlier today when he had claimed the payments from everyone. "I will need to speak to Lady Meliana, and see if she can do this, It will hopefully make her happy." He walks close to the hedge where the hidden stranger is hiding, only to kneel and pull a small figure out of his pocket. "To Delisha, I pray these endevors are upon your wishes. I seek only to fufill my every pleasure including the promise of riches. I will follow you till the end." His whispered prayer was what he had been wandering the grounds thinking about. It was clear that money and self pleasure was of something he was happy and content with. "Ah, now that my buisness is concluded I should report to Lady Meliana, but this night is so Beautiful, and it would be a shame to be spent inside deliberating the taxes and costs. I will deliberate with her in a while." Moving to a small patio off to the side of the House, he sat down and looked to the sky.


Vehara listens intently, but unfortunately little of what the vampire is saying holds interest or meaning for her. She's only been in this realm a short while, and so she is not familiar with most of the deities or other higher beings. Her teeth grit when Zane draws dangerously close to her position, sending a single hand to grasp the handle of some sort of dagger at her waist; time passes, however, and so does the danger. Thus far she has escaped notice, so the huntress emerges quietly from the hedges when the vampire steps away, every footfall feather light and making precious little in the way of noise. The peculiar house is approached with a deliberate pace, the half-drow's cloaked form keeping to the natural darkness of the area to further avoid notice.


Zane's sense of hearing may not be the best in the world, but his sense of sight was unbelieveable. He was sitting at a table looking through the ledger again making little annotations here and there, when he caught sight of an out of place shadow, and it was moving. Speaking loud enough to slert the stranger, but not loud enough to cause a raucous inside the estate. "Can I help you?" His eyes finally locate the person though he couldn't make out the shape very well. He wondered if the person had heard anything he had said about his ledger. Moving slowly to stand, his right hand leaving his quill on the table and his left hand moving to close the book quickly. His eyes narrowed in frustration, as he realized that he would be up late tonight dealing with the problems of money. His right hand falls to his side where a large dagger was belted on at the hip, though it wouldn't be clearly visible unless it was day time, for his robes where of the darkest blacks he could have found. The blade was nothing but a ceremonial dagger, but it was still sharp and dangerous to those on the recieving end of it.


Vehara clicks her tongue in frustration when she is spotted. Perhaps she's lost a touch. The half-drow moves away slightly, her back close to hugging the wall of hedges that outline the estate; of course, they are clad in shadowy darkness at this time of night. She issues nothing in the way of a verbal response, only clasping her deft fingers about the hilt of the dagger and drawing it out with nary a sound, the natural hiss avoided with practiced ease. Vehara has little clue if he may approach further, but considering that he appears to be armed, she must take precuation.


Zane has a smile playing upon his lips at the sight of her drawing her dagger. "I see.. So you are afraid this will lead to a conflict..." His teeth would show now revealing two fangs within his mouth. "I do not wish to fight. Fighting isn't profitable. War is... but definitly not one on one." His words were playful as he mentioned war. "Why have you came to our House?" He cocked his head slightly. "Do you need Protection? Healing? Curses? Pleasure? All of course we can find for you, but at a cost, always a cost." He then dipped his head a little and let his hand fall from his dagger. "Our prices aren't to bad, but thier not cheap." He couldn't help but laugh a little as the night was filling him with joy, could this be the night he makes up for his losses? He would find out soon enough he supposed.


Vehara gives a scoff in reply, lowering her own dagger since the man doesn't appear to be threatening for now. Finally she speaks, "...Nothing. I am not here to do business with you or anyone else. I am here out of little more than curiosity, nothing more. If you'll excuse me..." Whether her explanation honestly rings true or not, one can't be certain, but there's little time to deliberate on the matter: the half-drow isn't staying still in her place. Her shadowy form seems to moving back to the hedged maze with every intention of leaving before her face is truly seen.


Zane began mumbling something so quick it couldn't be heard, though as Vehara would near the hedges she would hear a buzzing as if lightining was pulsing in front of her. "Are you sure you won't stay and chat?" His eyes locked onto her and gently moved his hand to offer her a seat. "We are always lacking of new guests, it would be a shame if you didn't stay for a while." He moved to his seat, he had decided not to chase, but to contain and see how things went.


Vehara comes to an abrupt stop as the apparent conjuration flares in front of her, bringing her teeth gritting in frustration. There are other avenues of escape, but they are much hairier. The half-drow turns on her heel to face the manor again, sliding a slitted glance at the vampire beneath her hood. "I will not. If you attempt to keep me here against my own will, you will force my hand." It's a thinly veiled threat, but it carries quite realistic weight. The woman wouldn't be snooping about if she had little clue how to defend herself.


Zane sighs ever so softly. "Really? You would threaten me?" He was a little shocked, but sad all the same. Was there no one who wanted to purchase anything from his house. "Fine you may leave, but be warned. Do not come back to this house, unless you require assistance. Or it will be on you." It was a very open ended threat, though he meant every word. "For Homeland and Prosperity." He turned and waved his hand, and quick as he flicked his hand the buzzing went away and slowly the atmosphere seemed to lax as the night stilled. "Begone creature of the night, and may the road ahead of you lighten your purse." Those were the last words he would speak to this woman tonight. He opened his ledger and began taking notes again about the various interactions of his house.


Vehara scoffs at Zane's threat, turning away when the barrier before her fades into nothingness. She could offer a retort but chooses not to; besides, she has little plan to visit this place again unless it becomes necessary. Into the dark she goes, her form melding with it and leaving nothing behind but the natural silence of night.