Dave ST Posted November 4, 2021 Share Posted November 4, 2021 Taken to Market S1:E4 Amelia and Ravi awoke to the morning staff tending to their rooms and bringing them fresh towels with which to shower and prepare for the day. Sable had taken the liberty of supply them with a fresh change of clothes. While Ravi didn’t mind Sable’s rather keen fashion sense, Amelia could help but feel picked on, as her clothing seemed to forcibly make her look like a responsible, adult member of society from the business casual end of the spectrum instead of ‘I wore this yesterday because my computer doesn’t judge the wrinkles in my tee shirt’ look that Sable seemed convinced Amelia rocked on the daily. True of not, it was, at the very least, not and outfit covered in blood from the night before. Ravi’s injury seemed to be in the final stages of healing. Pink with minor scabbing and dreadfully sensitive to the touch. He’d healed eight weeks’ worth of physical trauma in a little less than seven hours. He still wasn’t sure what sport D’Sombra or her loyal retainer were playing, but one thing was certain… one couldn’t deny healing a wound that should have been fatal in only a few hours as anything less than worthy of more investigation. The two greeted each other in a large dining room where Sable waited for them, and they enjoyed breakfast of fresh fruit and eggs. As they sat and ate, and to Amelia it tasted expensive. How could eggs taste expensive? To Ravi it reminded him of the home he’d left behind. Sable seemed dressed for the work day, in a suit that was probably worth more than both of their income from the previous year and there was a small measure of relief in Ravi’s mind that she toned on the tight faux leather and under-arm gun holsters when conducting her everyday business (or did she?). Still, it was all black to the point that she seemed to absorb light around her and appeared to blend in almost to the point of invisible on the black marble halls and décor of Ms. D’Sombra’s home. “I know we left much up in the air last evening,” the dark-haired woman spoke in that rich, non-specific accent of hers. “However, something has come up and I think it is a perfect opportunity for you two to meet the others who are assumed to be, well, like you.” She patted her lips, taking care to not smudge or ruin her makeup. “Amelia,” one of the huge, dark skinned bodyguards approached from behind Amelia, his shadow blotting out her eating experience. He placed an envelope next to her and stepped away, no longer eclipsing her breakfast. “Key, lease agreement, fob for the front door. Everything for your new apartment is there.” “On to the matters at hand,” she looked to the both of them. “Frankly, I’ve a company run in my Marquess’s absence, so I’ll be well and swamped until the late evening. However, an associate of mine seems to be having difficulty with a young woman named Maya Flynn.” She looks to Ravi and raises her eyebrow, smirking. “I believe you’ve met her. The poor dear has gone and managed to get herself cursed by, um,” she seemed almost unable to say it out loud. After a few nods and she managed a mumble. “Goblins.” She cleared her throat as if to move on past that. “They have a lead as to how they might handle it, and frankly, this is exactly the sort of strangeness that is a part of your lives now, so I figured you’d do well to jump in with both feet and provide them an assist.” They could both notice the way her cheeks flushed slightly at the talk of ‘goblins’ as if dealing with such an obviously inane concept was embarrassing in and of itself. Despite all she’d seen in her long lifetime, her logical mind still seemed to refuse to accept, or perhaps hated being forced to accept, that certain things were, indeed, a thing. "If you two would be so kind. Miss Flynn is a bit edgy when it comes to crepes, but aside from that, I'm told she's a delightful soul, a curse just ill suits her." “My associate’s name is Kestrel,” she nodded to another of the bodyguards who set another envelope, next to Ravi this time, on the table. She is with Miss Flynn now, at her apartment. The address, Kestrel's number, keys to one of the vehicles, and some cash for expenses is all there in that envelope. She will be expecting you two, I can’t say the same for the others. Do try and work together,” she smirked. “I will be in meetings well until after three, then it’s my gym time then it’s paperwork and briefings until well after sundown, for obvious reasons.” They knew she meant the vampire she worked for. She smiled at Ravi. “I picked out something sporty in the garage. I do hope you like it.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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