Plot RP Thread: Aengels

[Fate Tensenryou]

The room was filled with useless chatter, people talking about their daily lives as if it had any real meaning in the big picture. But it was this chatter that Orn has come to enjoy as he dined with his mother at a secluded table to the side of the fancy luxurious restaurant. A fine dish was set before him as the waiter simply smiled before moving on to place his mothers dish in front of her, and like always he offered the fresh ground pepper or seasonings. One dismissive hand was all the waiter needed to see as he bowed respectfully and went to cater to the other diners.

The dish looked simply marvelous. A seared roast placed in a crisscross manner with a bit of seasoned vegetables underneath, all drizzled with a vinaigrette sauce. Two pieces of steamed asparagus places neatly against the meat and with a bit of dried herbs sprinkled over them. The smell could make any man’s mouth to water, and Orn picked up his fork he pieced the meat, and smiled as the rich juices came oozing out. Placing the morsel into his mouth he chewed and relished the flavor that assaulted his tongue. He let the meat roll over his tongue as he savored the taste and as the waiter approached them, he waved him over.

“What service can I be for you Mr Cress?” The waiter bowed forward and smiled as he awaited the response. His fingers were fiddling behind his back, trying to hide his nervousness before the young man.

Finishing what he had in his mouth, Orn glanced over to the waiter with cool eyes and with a smile across his lips, “This dish is absolutely Delicious, give my compliments to the chef. Also ask him where he learned his art of cooking, I am quite interested in hearing his story. At his leisure of course. I don’t want to burden a fine man with my,” Orn paused for a moment before smiling a bit wider, “…curiosity”

The waiter nodded and walked off toward the kitchen, trying to avoid the piercing blue eyes that were stuck to his back as the doors closed behind him.

“Dear, I believe he thinks your going to kill him…” His mother spoke just above her breath as she placed another bite into her delicate mouth. Her soft and aging eyes cast over her son with a bit of sorrow, “… You are a very intimidating person.”

The piercing blue eyes snapped back to his mother before closing, “Don’t worry mother, I was earnest when I spoke. Besides you know that I don’t like killing people unless absolutely necessary,” stabbing the other piece of meat with his fork he placed it in his mouth and glanced over his shoulder before swallowing, “It is only considered as a mercy… some people don’t deserve even that”

[Omen]

Ugh, she did not want to be here… any more than a mouse sitting beneath an Owl at night. It could sense the presence of the predator and only that, where was this swooping monster of prey to come from? There would be no indication of the attack, just a surprise screech from the mouse as talons dug deep into flesh to carry it off to be eaten. She felt very much like that mouse, awaiting to be snagged up and gobbled. Although she had willingly walked into this restaurant, of course with an escort to guide her in. He was not an easy man to get an audience with, at yet if he wanted an audience with you, there was no doubt you’d be dragged in kicking and clawing the door frame.

She stepped inside on kitten heel black shoes, matching her black flowing dress. All slink with the top covering her chested scar and thin straps to disappear to nothing in the back. Only her modest charm hung around her neck and tiny dotted earrings in her ears. Yes she looked the part she hoped would get her in and it seems it worked. Pale blue eyes scanned the seatings with reverence as the guide turned right to lead her down the isle to a small table with two already seating to their meal. She took a deep breath, to rest her nerves. Ah yes, he had grown just a little since she last saw Orn… he still looked as young as ever but cunning and deviousness graced his features in a slick smooth painted picture. The head of the Fenrir syndicate. The controller of Tazzelle’s world.

She waited as the guard bent to his ear to whisper her announcement as she stood off to the side. If he dismissed her, she would have to arrange another time to come and oh how she wished for another time. To interrupt dinner… with his mother none the less. She was surely going to be on his bad side then. Especially seeing as she wasn’t here with Tazzelle. Orn knew her arrangement with him and most likely knew of his capture and her announced kidnapping. At least that’s what he Force had been lead to believe. She had no idea if Orn knew though, the chatter in the busy establishment was quickly trying to overload her sense’s. Already she had used a lot of her pushing to get herself in here tonight, her head was starting the all too knowing throb in the base of her skull. Not to mention she was sure there were some of his guards held powers to half prevent her from listening in some. She couldn’t know all his secrets of course, but she never really remembered being able to hear him too much during their older meetings.

She would try harder here of course, she didn’t want to be said mouse waiting for the attack on either side. A heads up would be lucky, not like she could get far if the need arose, but she was a quick thinker. Words were a lot in this world… and she held plenty to keep her ahead of the game.

Calm, she looked calm on the outside and with some deep breathing on the side lines, her muscles began to relax and her nerves settled. She hadn’t been in this world for 5 years and it was easy to sink back into the shoes that stood beside Tazzelle. Only that she wasn’t with him this time. She had to watch what she said… waited until he gave her the okay to make her request, probably watch some torture… ugh.. torture. Not her thing really, but it was common here. So she really set up her mental preparation for it, building up her walls in her head to prevent too much leakage to get in. The thoughts that ran through peoples minds during torture were… unpleasant. Not that Orn knew she could hear their inner screams, pleas, dying wishes and regrets. Like the cook in the kitchen, saying his prayers and scribbling his will down on a piece of napkin. He had dried his tears already was preparing for the worst.
The meal in front of Orn looked fabulous… better than anything… she hoped the poor man hadn’t done anything to upset Orn. She tried to think of a reason why Orn would kill a lowly chef, and wasn’t too successful with the foreshadowing. Orn, as far as she remembered… killed betrayers… mostly lowlife’s like she did… so why? Even the chef was pondering the same thing, running through every little bit of past he could recall…

not paying his bills on time… he forgot to update his car tags and held a bill for it at home… maybe his cooking made someone sick… he knew of the poisionings, but he never administered the drug itself that was the waiters… job.. oh dear… was a waiter a betrayer? Was he to turn over one of his good men… women? Had someone poisoned the wrong dish? …Panic… shear utter panic…

She backed out of his mind and took in more soothing breath’s… his panic had tried to overwhelm her. She couldn’t afford that now… no… She the guard had finished his whispering and turned to face her with a nod. A smile graced her lips as she stepped forwards. “Orn… it’s been too long.”

[orn]

Orn smiled to his mother as a guard approached him, and he paused in his meal as the man spoke into his ear. Side-glancing the guard the young leader of the Fennir let a small sly smile cross his lips. Now this was something unexpected, and surely this was something that was planned deeply on her part, for her to approach him here of all places. She had guts and some nerve, things that was admirable really. The guard stood in wait as Orn decided on what to do, but he didn’t need to think long as he gave a quick nod and looked up to his mother, “It looks like we will have a guest for lunch mother, I hope you don’t mind.”

His mother knew better than to question her son’s choices, she knew her place and how far she could push her luck. So she gave her a son a simple smile before returning to her salad. Her son was one of the youngest of all the Fennir, but was also one of the most powerful, he had great influence in the governments of at least 3 systems, a total of 6 worlds that would bend to his will if he snapped his fingers. Ruthless when needed, and gentle when required. He was unlike his father in many ways, and in the same instance much like him. Orn didn’t care for wealth or prosperity to an extreme level, to the level of needless human death. However he cared for the poor and the meek, made sure they earned a decent living to support their families, and enough to pay royalties to the Fennir for their wellbeing. His logic was, the farmers need to live for the nobles to dine, and in that aspect he keeps the working class of the worlds safe from crime and harm. If there is ANY crime or criminal activity within his territory, it was dealt with swiftly and justly.

“Orn… its been too long”

The voice brought a warm smile to the young mans face as he straightened his jacket as he stood. He turned to the lovely lady before him and gave her a nod before snapping his fingers, “It has my dear, far too long. Please sit with us,”

Another guard had pulled a chair to the table and quickly brushed it off before stepping back. His face kept wandering over to Kaiya and followed the curves of her body, he almost grinned before he noticed Orn’s gaze upon him, the cold formidable eyes with the sly sinister smirk. The guard quickly adverted his gaze and took his leave with a bow.

Orn waited for Kaiya to sit before taking his own seat, “You must be hungry,” he leaned forward towards Kaiya and glanced around as if he was telling her a secret, “The food her, is absolutely to die for.”

Another snap of his fingers was enough for a waiter to bring another dish and placed it in front of the former bodyguard. A dish with a mound of meat of some bird, seasoned and fire charred on top of a mound of stewed vegetables and everything swimming in a savory brown broth. The aroma that wafted up from the dish could make any man or woman’s mouth water with anticipation. The waiter brought a set of utensils for the lass and took his leave.

Placing his fork down after placing a piece of meat into his mouth, he waited till the delectable treat was gone down his throat before smiling over to Kaiya, “So, Kaiya, you look as radiant as the last time I saw you. You obviously have grown more attractive, even managing to turn the eyes of some of my men,” Orn shot a glance to the guard that had brought the chair, before turning back to her, “Even managing to turn their minds as well…”

“So what can I do for Tazzelle's finest? Certainly you didn’t come to me just to see my pretty face did you?”

[Omen]

She sat eloquently, smiling at Orn as the chair was pushed in for her by the waiter. This is not quite what she expected to have happened really. Invited to sit with the head hancho for dinner to discuss business in front of his mother none the less. She doubted the older woman wasn’t in on the loop of what her son actually was, everyone knew, but still she felt somewhat awkward with such talk. She hardly even noticed the guard looking her up and down, that was natural for Kaiya. She was the object of many an eye and hardly would even think twice about her affects on another man, Orn’s eye though… seemed to have noticed. Oops. Not that she knew Orn would look twice at her like that, but that his guards were distracted by her. They were probably going to be reprimanded later on.

“...The food here, is to die for.”

His smirk and snap of fingers… she couldn’t help but throw her mind into the waiter’s as the plate was set before her. Delicious smelling and the presentation was flawless… No poison, but someone else was going to be waiting a bit longer for their own meal. Nothing was prepared that fast, he was probably just taking the dinner to another patron when the snap occurred. “How well put Orn… mmm this looks delicious my compliments to the chef.”her voice held a laughter in it as she lifted a delicate fork and placed a piece into her mouth. An explosion of taste too exquisite for her palette to describe, she closed her eyes with slow chews and swallowed almost reluctantly. The chef was truly a master… so why was he worried about his life? She took a glance into his mind once more to find him nervously working harder at the dishes, faster… and yelling a little more at his staff than usual… She didn’t hesitate to take another bite as he spoke, showing her faith in him was one part of this world, a nervous look at the dish would be suspect of guilt and really she held none.

“…Even managing to turn their minds as well…”

“Ah well… I have to use what I can, I apologize for intruding on your dinner with your mother though. If I had known, I would have … requested another time. I must admit, they are rather challenging to persuade though, your guards are very well into keeping you safe.” She looked to Orn at first, then to apologize directly to his mother with an honest smile before she turned her eyes back to Orn. Not really wanting to let him think she was too interested in his mother. Family was one thing you do not mess with, she knew that rule well.

Another small bite of vegetables and chicken… ah there was Tazzelle… she knew his name was going to crop up. More sooner than she anticipated, but perhaps he had known his seventh man was missing from the get go… her side of the story was needed. Only reason why her food was not indeed poisoned she assumed. Tazzelle would have been killed or interrogated upon his arrival in prison… she hoped Orn had managed to get to him first. It was more Kaiya’s plan to happen like that. She gave a fervent glance to him before she dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin. “Finest? Such a compliment, you haven’t changed much either dear Orn… your words are on the verge of making me blush. It’s always a pleasure to see you, sadly though, Mr. Tazzelle is no longer at my front. He was taken by Force near 6 years ago now and I taken as ransom the same night.”

She paused as two waiters came up, both a bottle of red wine. One was on her left pouring into Orn’s mother’s glass, while the other was pouring into hers and Orn’s… she glanced at them both with a smile, noting the bottles were the same vintage… but why two? Immediately she pushed into the left man’s mind… reading his nervous thoughts. Spiked? But why spike her drink and not Kaiya’s or Orn’s. It wasn’t dangerous from what she could tell but… possibly a laxative? Sleeping drug? Something the mother requested personally? But no, the mother held no knowledge of what was in the glass... Orn... she couldn't read too well. He wouldn't order a relaxation drug for would he? She seemed perfectly calm about this whole ordeal...

CHECK YOUR MOTHER’S DRINK!!!!

She nearly screamed the thought into Orns mind, demanding he stop the woman before she picked it up. Her mouth was thankfully chewing at her salad and had only glanced up at the waiter as they poured. Kaiya… merely only looked looked her plate over and picked up her fork to eat another piece of chicken. “Where was I…? Oh yes… I had escaped and found that Force looking for me… thankfully they did not know my true relation with Mr. Tazzelle… and thought me harmless. I could not very well resurface; I held no standings within his estate or access to anything of his. Force thought me dead and I let them keep it that way… Only now can I move about a little more freely to come to see you. Money has not been easy for transports these days… as for why I am here… I figured you wanted to catch up first before I get into that.”

If he didn't move take the drink away, she would have too... and possibly expose how she knew the truth... if Orn didn't already about her second gift that it. She held it pretty safe from Tazzelle for the past 18 years she was with him... How Orn would know though... something of a mystery. How fun.