Re: Devil's Advocate... or some similarly witty sounding name

by **Sovereign** April 9th 2011, 9:58 pm

"Excellent," he replied, a coy smile slipping onto his face as they danced, seeming to do so quite effortlessly, though he was really having to try to avoid screwing up. Still, when she looked into his eyes, he didn't look away as he normally would, entranced and drawn in by the ones that stared right back. He laughed softly, shaking his head at the moment. He was pulled back to earth by the sound of her voice again, and his face turned a little more serious as she spoke. Nick blinked, having heard the offer of the title earlier but not really paying much attention. "Others, huh? Does that allow me to present a plan, then?" he asked, looking towards the record player as the song ended. "Wait.. King? That's quite a promotion."

by **Chellizard** April 10th 2011, 12:25 pm

She chuckled and moved with him, just swaying around the smaller space of the sitting room. Those auburn hues of her's, masked by her ability to change her eye color, were happily staring into Nickolas' own vermilion hues. She let her lips curved up into a mocking Cheshire, lashes batting while the song came to a slow, lovely end. "Actually, yes. Your plan can, and will be heard by the other members.. but you'll be at a level where it's iffy. They have the choice to listen to you, but the one I'm going to be hoping to agree with you most is my dear Victoria Steyr. She's quite amazing," she hummed, smiling while she stepped back from him. "Ah, yes.. of course. The title King is in your near future, based on the way this quest goes," she chuckled and walked toward the entrance. She could smell the food. It made her stomach lurch in a hungry way. "I hope dinner is ready soon.. I'm actually starving.."

by **Sovereign** April 16th 2011, 3:13 pm

He glanced over at the record player as the song slowly moved to a close and he sighed at the thoughts that ran through his mind as his vermilion eyes shifted back to her auburn irises. What the hell am I doing? I came here for a job, not anything else, and while it might be nice.. I am going to die. It might not be now, or even ten years from now, but I will die and she won't. It doesn't make sense to hope for it when I'd be better off avoiding the pain and just taking what I have to. You came here for a paycheck. he reminded himself, and locked off whatever was left of his heart. Nicholas knew he was a killer, and that was why she wanted him, really. It wasn't possible for anything else; he was the gun, and she pulled the trigger.

"Victoria Steyr, huh? I think I'll have to talk to her before hand, perhaps see if we can hammer out a plan of our own that might do some good for all of us," he answered, his tone shifting subtly to a more businesslike one. "I'd take that position in a heartbeat, unless there are string attached I should be made aware of?" he asked, his hands coming away from her slightly before she moved away from him. It was his sincere wish that she didn't see it as him being cold, but he would need to be to avoid tangling the ties that bound, and he preferred that there would be an amicable, uncomplicated business partnership here. His smile, however, was genuine as she walked towards the entrance. To say he was starved was an understatement; in more ways than one. Energy consumption, loss of blood, and normal human needs meant he was triply screwed if he didn't get something to eat.

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