Private Conversations with the Lady
Jan. 5th, 2020 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soulspice[Welcome to the Lady's...not home far from home, but it's a place she tolerates. The moment you enter it's clear she did her best to make this office in the bookstore a place she approves.
Outfitted with an overly plush chair on a rather elaborate rug, the desk is overflowing with countless books stacked everywhere, with everything serving as a makeshift bookshelf including an errant fax machine. The Lady seems to have tried her best to make the amenities up to her standards: there’s a tray with a teapot, notes everywhere written with confusing ciphers, and what seems to be an attempt to make a generator, but wasn’t completed.
Where the Lady sits it’s far more orderly, facing the door and giving her the high ground against anyone who enters. On the far wall hangs a large portrait of the Lady, adding character and additional charm. Truly, this is the office of someone who wants you to feel small before her presence.
And, there on her chair, there she is. When the door opened she turned her head towards you, seeing who it was. Invariably of who it is, she sighs like this is a big interruption of her work, and keeps writing and drawing]
Don't touch anything and make sure you don't track mud in. If you have any complaints go see Rembrandt.
[She didn't even look up while saying that. So, what brings you to her office today?]
Outfitted with an overly plush chair on a rather elaborate rug, the desk is overflowing with countless books stacked everywhere, with everything serving as a makeshift bookshelf including an errant fax machine. The Lady seems to have tried her best to make the amenities up to her standards: there’s a tray with a teapot, notes everywhere written with confusing ciphers, and what seems to be an attempt to make a generator, but wasn’t completed.
Where the Lady sits it’s far more orderly, facing the door and giving her the high ground against anyone who enters. On the far wall hangs a large portrait of the Lady, adding character and additional charm. Truly, this is the office of someone who wants you to feel small before her presence.
And, there on her chair, there she is. When the door opened she turned her head towards you, seeing who it was. Invariably of who it is, she sighs like this is a big interruption of her work, and keeps writing and drawing]
Don't touch anything and make sure you don't track mud in. If you have any complaints go see Rembrandt.
[She didn't even look up while saying that. So, what brings you to her office today?]
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Date: 2020-01-16 01:38 am (UTC)[She smiled wistfully]
Like him. Kyousuke Hyoubu was a nuisance, but he did his part.
[Looks like she doesn't intend to go into detail about what she means]
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Date: 2020-01-16 01:49 am (UTC)[ He's dealt with vague people like Ouroboros before, so he wondered if that was all to it. It was always like pulling teeth to get an answer from them, but he had to be certain if it was what he thought it was. ]
Did his part in falling for your incentive, you mean?
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Date: 2020-01-16 03:21 am (UTC)[The Lady is grinning, but it's unpleasant. She must be feeling really triumphant about something]