RP:Whiskey, Neat

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Part of the Once Upon a Midnight Dreary Arc


Summary: Magik and Meri meet, a job is given out.

The Syndicate Grand Council Hall

Something may seem out of place within this room today. Or, perhaps more accurately someone. That all depends on Magik's level of awareness of recent conversations Meri has had with Khitti and Quintessa. Regardless, she is here. Quintessa had told Meri that she really needed to meet Magik, and the werewolf is making a point of doing just that. It's not Meri's first time presence within this place that might seem a bit out of place, the woman's overall demeanor and attire clash with the opulent décor. Sure, the corset she wears might be reasonably fashionable, but it's got smatterings of paint on it. Just like the black pants she wears, except those have holes in the knees. Her black boots are permanently dirt stained, and if Meri managed to track dirt into the room? Well, she tried to stamp the dirt off while outside. If her attire was not enough to put her at odds with the high-end look of the room, her tattoos probably were. There are too many to list, she easily puts a number of sailors to shame. Meri is mostly minding her own, soaking in the details of the room while trying to calculate how much the bill for this place was. She has assumed a position against that fancy table, not fully sitting upon it as both feet are still on the ground. It's somewhere between leaning against it and sitting on it. She's also got an unlit hand-rolled cigarette tucked behind her ear. Just...not for long. It's soon pressed between her red lips and lit up, because smoking is a great way to pass the time. Hopefully Meri is not left to her own whims for too long. She's started staring at these painstakingly woven curtains. Specifically the one of Larket. Why was that here? What if she just...


A thick black smoke cloud descends from the ladder leading to the surface and heads straight for the armory just to the east end of the meeting room. However, the cloud stops and swirls within itself for a moment as if trying to decide to greet the stranger leaning against the table or to continue about his business in the armory. Stranger it is. The smoke quickly fills a seat at the meeting table behind Meri. It floats above the cushions for a short moment before vanishing to reveal a pale elf sitting in the chair comfortably with his feet resting on the table top and hands folded on his lap. Magik gives Meri a quick lookover then asks, "Who are you?"


Meri’s thoughts are quickly pulled away from the vandalization of the Larket curtain when a cloud of smoke enters her field of vision. Her gaze remains trained on this unknown being, giving up her seated position as the smoke moves behind her so that she can continue to watch the darkness. For a moment, Meri looks mildly surprised when the smoke vanishes and an elf is now before her, but that expression is quickly gone and an easy-going grin tugs at the corners of her red lips. The question is heard, Meri will get around to it. “Magikrios Lyastri,” the blonde states as she claims a seat in a chair directly across from Magik. If she seemed confident, it was because she was finally starting to place a name to the face. He was most recently observed at that disaster or a Celestial Celebration Ball. Yes, Meri recalls now. “A couple of people that we both know informed me that we really should meet. And so here I am.” Meri makes a vaguely motion about them. “Meri Rochester.” While the lycan can be obnoxious, her ego is kept relatively in check. She does not really expect Magik to have any idea who she is, and thus provides him with a quick, “Khitti’s sister.”


Magik slightly tilts his head to the side as he studies the stranger at the meeting table. Khitti’s sister? Interesting. He should probably get to know his newest recruits a little better. However, Khitti was recruited by his trusted friend, Quintessa, so he didn’t dwell on that thought too long. A simple, “Hmm,” escapes his lips before he removes his heavy boots from the table. “Rochester, eh? Not a Herzegler?” That was more of a rhetorical question. People get married and switch names, obviously. Was Khitti married? Oh. Yeah. Duh. Captain Brand. Was his last name Herzegler?! It didn’t really matter, to be honest. The elf is quick to gather his thoughts and remove himself from the meeting table. He takes a few steps away and towards the goodie table/bar..Which is canon within the SoS member’s heads. It’s just not in the room description. The Lyastri grabs two glasses and starts making some drinks, “Drink, Meri?” Before she can answer, he’s already getting to work on two Rynvale Island Iced Teas. The best liquors in the land are poured and stirred gently. What is that? A bowl of already prepared orange peels? The perfect garnish! Twisty straw? Only in one. A regular straight straw for the other. Satisfied with his concoctions, he slides the straight strawed drink across the meeting table before collapsing into his previous seat. The bendy straw his brought to his lips, a few obnoxious sips are taken. A long drawn out, “Ahhh,” fills the quiet room. And just like that, he’s back to business. “There’s a “rumor” of a slave trader in Rynvale..” There’s a pause as he thinks about if he really wants to send the new recruit to do this type of mission right away. Might as well, right? He continues, “Rumor has it, to make transporting the slaves less suspicious the trader delivers their "merchandise" through the use of an enchanted saddle. Get the saddle by any means necessary and destroy it. Maybe put it on the trader for a bit..Run him to death, perhaps? Up to you. Afterwards, destroy the saddle, but bring me the horn.” The elf’s eyes darken for a moment, “Then we’ll talk some more..” And..another drink from his twisty strawed drink for good measure.


The question might be rhetorical, but Meri still answers it. The answer comes in the form of a gesture though, rather than some long and drawn out explanation. She just holds up a certain hand and wiggles a certain ring finger to draw attention to a simple looking band. No bling for Meri. The offer for drinks definitely catches Meri's attention, as does the fact that Magik doesn't even ask her what her preference is. This draws a smirk from Meri, and it's right at this point she gives a mental 'screw it' to her manners. Meri doesn't even bother touching the drink that has been slide across her, she's got a pretty keen sense of where this conversation is going....and Magik proves Meri quite right. He speaks his part, Meri listens, takes in the details and then presses the palms of her hands to the arm of her chair so that she can push up and out of her seat. "Well Magik. I would say this has been a pleasure, but you offer me a drink and then kick me to the road?" The blonde issues a little tsk tsk. And that drink that he slide toward Meri? Is slide right back to him. Except...the tattooed woman does not actually touch the glass? Stranger things have happened then objects moving seemingly by themselves. That drink comes to a nice little stop before the elf. Which may or may not make up for the sass he is going to continue to get from Meri. "I'll get the job done, don't you worry. But if there is a next time? The drink is whiskey, neat." Red lips curl up into one final smile before the blonde turns to show herself out.