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WHO: Jezebel Desraeli and James Bond
WHERE: The bar
WHEN: Pre-Flood
Jezebel had been rather surprised to find upon return from the latest port that the ship in fact had a bar. He thought perhaps the discovery might be some type of reward for the "help" he gave to one of the ship's wardens --the ship had been known to do stranger, after all-- but didn't spend to much time pondering it. Either way, it seemed like a good place to meet with who would be his third warden. Jezebel sighed and slipped onto a stool at the counter, crossing one leg over the other. He kept his head tilted in such a way that would keep stray ribbons of silver hair out of his face, and when his drink arrived he idly traced the rim of the glass with the pads of his fingers; a delicate, somewhat feminine air hung about him, but behind his rounded glasses his mercury eyes were sharp, and dangerous looking.
Jezebel turned as he heard the door open, casting a quick smile that did not reach his eyes as he saw his warden enter.
"Good Day to you, Mr. Bond," he said in his crisp, 18th century English voice.
WHERE: The bar
WHEN: Pre-Flood
Jezebel had been rather surprised to find upon return from the latest port that the ship in fact had a bar. He thought perhaps the discovery might be some type of reward for the "help" he gave to one of the ship's wardens --the ship had been known to do stranger, after all-- but didn't spend to much time pondering it. Either way, it seemed like a good place to meet with who would be his third warden. Jezebel sighed and slipped onto a stool at the counter, crossing one leg over the other. He kept his head tilted in such a way that would keep stray ribbons of silver hair out of his face, and when his drink arrived he idly traced the rim of the glass with the pads of his fingers; a delicate, somewhat feminine air hung about him, but behind his rounded glasses his mercury eyes were sharp, and dangerous looking.
Jezebel turned as he heard the door open, casting a quick smile that did not reach his eyes as he saw his warden enter.
"Good Day to you, Mr. Bond," he said in his crisp, 18th century English voice.