06-03-2015, 04:26 PM
Ori set the game pieces, but was content to observe the way things unfurled from there.
Brief irritability smoked in her eyes at Giovanni's suggestion - if she desired to sit, she was quite capable of doing so. The chivalry was futile. Worse, it was held in contempt. Positioned as she was behind him, he wouldn't see it on her face, though she had done nothing to hide the acidity of her nature from him since they had met. She chose to ignore that he had spoken.
She instead deemed to openly inspect the man who had approached them. The brief, sharp smirk on her lips suggested that despite Giovanni's ignorance, she knew exactly who he was. Though she declined to add any clarity to the situation.
Men milled at their feet, checking on the corpse - for it became clear very quickly that that's what it was. Ori's fingers tapped a languid pattern on the back of Giovanni's chair, where she still lounged like a cat with easy prey.
Amid the security, another man approached. Lean and elegant, trailed by a number of men obviously charged with his protection. A gap parted around him. An aura of wealth, of power. Dark eyes surveyed one half remainder of the night's entertainment. "Dead," he said flatly, then turned that piercing gaze to Giovanni's face. A moment of search and dismissal of the features, the assertion that he was no one important, though perhaps the sigma's company might prove pause.
"An eye for an eye. I believe you owe the man recompense, Giovanni."
She leaned in a little to offer the advice, though her words were loud enough to be heard by those gathered. An angel offering the path to smooth this unfortunate mess. Or, more as like, the poison of a plotting she-devil.
Brief irritability smoked in her eyes at Giovanni's suggestion - if she desired to sit, she was quite capable of doing so. The chivalry was futile. Worse, it was held in contempt. Positioned as she was behind him, he wouldn't see it on her face, though she had done nothing to hide the acidity of her nature from him since they had met. She chose to ignore that he had spoken.
She instead deemed to openly inspect the man who had approached them. The brief, sharp smirk on her lips suggested that despite Giovanni's ignorance, she knew exactly who he was. Though she declined to add any clarity to the situation.
Men milled at their feet, checking on the corpse - for it became clear very quickly that that's what it was. Ori's fingers tapped a languid pattern on the back of Giovanni's chair, where she still lounged like a cat with easy prey.
Amid the security, another man approached. Lean and elegant, trailed by a number of men obviously charged with his protection. A gap parted around him. An aura of wealth, of power. Dark eyes surveyed one half remainder of the night's entertainment. "Dead," he said flatly, then turned that piercing gaze to Giovanni's face. A moment of search and dismissal of the features, the assertion that he was no one important, though perhaps the sigma's company might prove pause.
"An eye for an eye. I believe you owe the man recompense, Giovanni."
She leaned in a little to offer the advice, though her words were loud enough to be heard by those gathered. An angel offering the path to smooth this unfortunate mess. Or, more as like, the poison of a plotting she-devil.
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