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 Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 10:32 am
DarkMirror Financial
CEO: Kaher'din Remoerdis
The building was more...impressive than imposing.
Covered in glass, black marble, and silver filigree, the place stood out from the usual office buildings for it's style, elegance, and ethereal nature. No one really knew the true extent of DarkMirror's business, but one thing was certain...there was a lot of money within those walls.
Employee Count: 1,058
Departments: 12
Kaher had invited Gwen to lunch. It was a treat for himself that he enjoyed- not only the chance to see his dear friend, but also the opportunity to inflict him upon DarkMirror's staff. the mirrored elevators reflected Gwenevere's color back at him, blinded the employees whenever the doors opened on the executive floor...he could hear their surprise even through his closed door. It brought a smile to his face.
Locations: 8
New York, Chicago, Houston, Los Angeles, Dubhai, London, Tokyo, Hong Kong
Standing, the Heron touched a pad on his desk. The floor to ceiling windows closed, heavy drapes lowering over them, plunging his office into darkness. As Gwen was shown in he turned to face the man, a mirage of white among the shadows- little lights coming up along the edge, leaving the atmosphere dim and secretive. One hand extended, beckoning to his visitor, and his voice purred warmth.
"Welcome back, Gwen."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:08 am
Gwen's eyes narrowed to the dimness of the room, taking in the shadows with a quiet smile. He tilted his head toward the Heron, one earring'd eyebrow cocked.
"Nice place you have here," He lifted a hand, tattoo's covering every visable inch of skin from fingertip to neck. "It's a little to... sterile for my tastes."
His rough edged appearance was a crack in the companies good image, he liked being a paint spot against their canvas. Dressed in a pair of ragged jeans, boots, and a wife beater... he looked straight out of the trailer. A pair of chains crossed his backside, hooked to the belt loops. His belt was obnoxious, the buckle vulgar. His hair was multicolored spikes, all over in a calculated mess. Occassionally the flash of metal could be seen across parts of his skin he'd pierced.
"Why did you invite me here?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:14 am
"I knew it would make your day."
The Heron grinned at him, stepping forward once the door was closed to claim Gwen's fingers and bring them to his lips. He was a tall b*****d, several inches over six foot, and very imposing to most; his eyes, however, were always warm for Gwen. The pure white of his skin, hair, and clothing was like a purposeful contrast to his visitor...starkly simple, refusing to be anything but himself even in a race of deceivers.
"Besides," he continued in his calm voice, "I have 'important things' to discuss with you, and I've had one of the local steak restaurants cater. Lunch should arrive shortly. Liliah told me she'd been by to visit...I was terribly disappointed that my schedule didn't permit me to attend."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:21 am
Gwen wasn't as tall by far, but he was still taller than most. He was around 5'8'', and hated looking up to anyone. It came to his advantage with Heron, on the other hand. The tiny little diminutive gestures Heron tended to do toward his 'friends' made him want to throw the taller man.
He flicked his fingers, ridding himself of Heron's grasp. His fingers moved to to touch the line of the tallers jaw as he stepped forward, placing a small kiss to the opposite cheek.
"Important things are rarely 'fun things'." He sighed, stepped past him to sit in HIS chair behind the desk and prop his feet up. "So, start talking. I have the feeling this is going to involve me working."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:29 am
"Mmm, it might." Amused- well, more like delighted, really- Kaher followed him to sit on the desk where he could rest one arm along Gwen's legs. There was no one he enjoyed being with as much as Gwen, for his little flares of temper and violence and outrage and scandal. He certainly wouldn't trust his WIFE with anyone else.
Shaking long white hair out of his eyes, he tilted his head back to think. It was rare he called Gwen in for actual business; the Five tended to work alone, and even Liliah didn't often cross his path at work. This could be very complicated...or stupidly simple. He really doubted the latter option.
"Liliah told me what she told you about young Rionne- Morion, he was called then. I've come to a decision about him." He brought his head back down to face Gwen, faint smile in place. "I'm going to make him our King, beloved. And you'll be helping me."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:46 am
Gwen regarded him with a slight smile. He took out a well worn pack of cigarettes, pulling one of them out that didn't look snapped. A few moments later, he'd lit it and was leaning back in the chair waiting.
A plume of silver smoke rolled from his lips as he sighed, "Yeah, I remember the chat. What makes you think that piece of s**t can be our King? I mean, I'm all for the chaos that'll bring.. but in the long run is that worth it."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:59 am
The lack of an immediate 'no' was pleasantly reassuring. Kaher reached over and stole the hand holding the cigarette for a moment, drawing a slow breath through thin lips- Liliah hated it when he smoked. It made him too much like Gwen, and she liked to keep her vices neatly seperate. He didn't see the resemblance, himself.
"He's stubborn," the Heron sighed, tasting the smoke in the air and sitting back as he'd been. "More so, now that he has returned from Egypt tainted with the fires of Ra. He has intelligence, and patience...and more importantly, he seems able to actually care about all of the people around him. Even I have difficulty with that."
At the mention of chaos, he shook his head. "Chaos that eventually leads to order. I remember when there was a central government, I remember a time when I didn't have to police my own people with such irritating paranoia; I'm tired of it. This boy- this...outsider might actually be able to pull it off. The question is, how much you want to break him before you let him do it."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 12:05 pm
"I guess that all depends on how fun it turns out to be," Gwen smiled, placing the cig between his lips and shifting so he could stand. "If you think this kid is the one, then I'll give him a chance."
He leaned forward, voice lowering. "I'll kill him, if he can't take it. If you're prepared to lose him then bring it on. Otherwise... better count me out. I don't have time to babysit."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 12:12 pm
"If I wanted this to be easy, I'd protect him from you," was the murmured response, accompanied by the tangling of Kaher's long fingers in Gwen's belt. "I've found a diamond in the rough, Gwenevere- it's up to you to prove to me that this is really such a jewel, or only a bit of quartz that caught the light just right."
His smile darkened, and his head bowed- lips brushing Gwen's ear, grip tightening at his waist. "Break him, Gwenevere. Tear him down and see if he can find his way back up again- if he is unable, then he wasn't what we were looking for in the first place."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 12:23 pm
"Very well," Gwen replied with a bit of acid in his voice. "Count me in. I don't need excuses to hurt people... with your blessings behind it I won't feel guilty towards the end." He smiled, wrapping an arm around Kaher's neck.
"Where's my lunch?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 12:27 pm
A trace of a smirk crossed those pale features, and he laughed- not a pleasant sound. "Patience, beloved- you'll have quite enough blood on your plate soon enough."
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