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Post by Ilmax on Jul 1, 2015 5:55:50 GMT
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| 0158 words  commentary | Traverse Town was devastatingly droll as usual. All the people did in this town was bemoan their lost worlds and fear for their hearts. They should be grateful that their worlds were taken by the heartless, the amount of knowledge gained each time a world was studied being consumed by darkness was staggering.
That, however, was not why Ilmax came to this dreary world. She came to find a pawn broker she had heard of. A man who dealt in more than just baubles, someone who could make a powerful ally in the days to come. The building Ilmax approached looked simple and humble, yet it had subtle references to wealth.
Though she could have simply walked through a Corridor of Darkness to enter the house, Ilmax wanted to be polite, first impressions are everything. So instead of startling whatever staff were in employ here, Ilmax knocked on the door of Vincent Krammerer. Hopefully he remembered their appointment.
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Post by Vincent Kammerer on Jul 2, 2015 6:53:22 GMT
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Vincent wasn't one to answer his own doors. He was too pampered for that. No, the man usually left it up to his employees to answer the door. Then bring his guests to him in whatever area in the house he was in. But today was different. Today was a special case. Ilmax was arguably the strongest nobody around. She was no doubt a very important person. And a very valuable ally if this appointment went well.
He figured it would be best to have the appointment at his manor, as opposed to his office. One it was nicer and more comfortable, and two, he didn't need one of his other associates dropping in unexpected. Especially a certain powerful heartless. That would no doubt end in the demise of Vincent and his business. Or something worse.
The violet haired man sat in one of the chairs in the foyer, waiting patiently for the knock on the front door. Once he heard the signal, the man got up from his chair. Straightening out his suit, he strolled up to the door. Vincent was going to be on his best behavior today. This was an appointment he needed to go well. He took a deep breath, put on a welcoming smile and pulled the doors open.
"Ah yes, Ilmax~. Please come in and make yourself at home. "
Then we can get down to business. He beckoned the nobody to come inside. His manor was obviously bigger than it looked from the outside. The foyer itself was the size of a living room. Everything about it screamed luxury. It was almost ridiculous.
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Post by Ilmax on Jul 8, 2015 7:46:59 GMT
I'm fairly local, I've been around
| I'm evil to the core; What I shouldn't do I will
They Say I'm emotional; What I wanna save I'll kill
| 0184 words commentary | Ilmax stepped into the foyer when the door opened. "Why Vincent, I wasn't expecting you to let me in. What happened to those servants you claim to have. I more expected that little frog thing to open the door for me." She took her jacket off, the warmth of the house was only a few degrees more than the night outside but Ilmax knew proper etiquette.
"I realize this is the first time you and I have met face to face Vincent." The Leader of Org. XIII stepped closer to the merchant man. "I assume you would be so striking." She breathed out the words, an octave deeper than usual. She hoped this meeting would turn out exactly as she wanted, and was prepared to do nearly whatever it took to make it so.
"So where is your office so we might discuss our partnership?" The nobody woman asked her host. "I am most eager to go over the details of our proposed arrangement." She drifted over to a doorway nearby. "Lead me, Sir Krammerer." She held her hand aloft for Vincent to take. |
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Post by Vincent Kammerer on Jul 12, 2015 10:55:40 GMT
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“They’re busy with other things. Besides, a woman of your standing deserves a much better welcome than that of what the servants can provide~.”
Vincent said, throwing in all of his charm as he closed the doors behind Ilmax. First impressions were everything after all. And he didn’t need any mistakes on his employee’s parts. No funny business. Nothing was going to make any sort of waves. Not if he could help it.
“Indeed it is.” At the last comment Vincent placed a hand on his chest and grinned. Obviously a bit flattered. The compliment was somewhat unexpected, but completely welcome. He followed up with his own compliment.
“Well, I must say that you are much more stunning in person.”
He was more than sincere. She was stunning in more ways than one. In fact it was hard to turn away from her. He was also being a bit flirtatious with said comment. But not overly so.
“Of course, I’m rather eager to get started as well.”
The violet haired man strolled over to Ilmax, and took her hand rather gently, but his grip was somewhat firm . “It would be my absolute pleasure.” He said with a smile, before leading the woman towards his office. A couple overly fancy hallways later, and they were at the door to Vincent’s home office. He opened the large ornate french doors and stepped to the side.
“After you~.”
The office was large, but cozy. The walls were mostly lined with large wooden bookshelves. His desk was set up in front of the large window, facing the door. There were a couple rather plush looking chairs in front of it, as well as the throne like leather desk chair behind it. It was clean, but there were a few folders in a stack on the side of the desk. Probably whatever he was working on earlier that day.
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