http://a-spikyfriend.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] a-spikyfriend.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-11-15 07:15 pm

Operation: Find a Headquarters [Completed]

Character(s): Naja Salaheem, gypsy NPCs
Content: Naja tries to swindle herself a place to open business. Haha.
Setting: Carta Para Ti [E6]
Time: Late afternoon. The 'sun' is still up.
Warnings: Possible pissed-off kitten. Mood swings, ahoy!



She was a mithra with determination! Which was strange, because she could normally shaft others around her to be the determined ones for her... But this! No, this, no one would deter her from. It was a necessity. No great president could be president without a den!

It was out of the question!

So with a strong, but lazy stride, she entered into Carta Para Ti, expectations nowhere, really. But of all places in Paixao, she realized that this would be the most fitting of places for her to... hmmm... settle... Yes! ... and there'd be benefits too, of course! (and not just for Naja herself, that would be cruel, and she was only "cruel" per se to her little sentinels, how she needed new bait...)

Naja was a woman of business. Now it was time for her to get a division of her business started here in Paixao. Ahahahaha....

Salaheem's Sentinels!

She crossed her arms over her chest, her Morgenstern strapped to her side (she had to be respectable, after all~). She swayed side to side, almost looking carefree, but her eyes were sharp.

"Sooo... who's willing to talk to me about a little.... arrrrangement with this wonderful... mmm... place?"

[identity profile] paixaonpcs.livejournal.com 2007-11-17 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
With a winning smile that was seventeen different kinds of well hidden dirt, the elderly gypsy patron - discernible by the silvering hair at his temples amongst the blond - made a gesture that was half-bow, half-this way. "If you would be so kind as to step into my office, we can discuss this business venture more openly. Eric, bring the '38 vintage and a couple of glasses? There's a good lad."

Presently, if Naja had followed his lead, they were in a large, lush room hung with bright tapestries and flowing silks. The gypsy king would lead her to a chair that was every bit as ornate as his own throne, carved of a rich, dark wood and set with gemstones and precious metals, and then take his own seat.

Steepling his fingers, he observed Naja for a few moments. Just before his gaze might have become uncomfortable, he smiled, that same slightly slippery smile as before. "The pleasure, Madame Salaheem, is mine. I am unfamiliar with this 'Aht Urhgan' of yours," he said, his accent putting a peculiar but not unpleasant slant on the unfamiliar name, "but perhaps you can fill in the gaps, as it were?"

A young gypsy - which was, in reality, one of the locals in gypsy clothing and with a different accent, despite being cut of the same cloth - brought in the requested bottle and expertly poured the two glasses. It was a curiously flavored beverage, as if someone had somehow managed to make gold liquid, blend it with honey and a rich, dark chocolate, and a lovely boquet of grapes. A truly refreshing drink - whose alcohol content was probably only slightly less than straight vodka.