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imitatively December 18 2009, 01:48:34 UTC
[ He isn't quite used to the feel of ceremonial dress, not yet. The stiffness grates against his skin, almost weighing him down even though he knows that the fabric is both lighter and more accommodating than his usual work wear. The long skirt, too, is a rather tiresome and needless affliction -- a conversation piece he has no desire to try and explain to the mundanes watching him.

Nicodemus is here for business, after all. ]

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corpgod December 18 2009, 03:49:42 UTC
[A suave-seeming man who stands out from the crowd approaches, hands folded neatly at the small of his fine suit. He offers a smile, then an extended hand. The stranger's foreign dress doesn't faze Master Mallory; he is, after all, an international power.]

Welcome, sir.

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imitatively December 18 2009, 04:07:23 UTC
Well met.

[ Nicodemus gives a faint smile and a nod before accepting the hand, shaking it as firmly as was required to make a good impression. The man -- his name had been Mallory, if he remembered correctly -- looked every bit the prim and proper man he sounded like, as if he were a noble amongst people only pretending to be. ]

If only the rest of the parties I've been to this month were so accommodating.

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corpgod December 18 2009, 04:29:50 UTC
[A broad, flattered smile as the situation calls for, Victor's grip is firm in the shake. He draws his hand back to his side, inclining his head in acknowledgment. It's a very formal greeting, if tense with a peculiar edge, but Mallory was born for politics and he eases into conversation as fluidly as water.]

I appreciate the compliment, though I hope those parties haven't yet tired you out. I do try my best effort, you see, as I rarely play host.

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imitatively December 18 2009, 04:45:58 UTC
I suppose I have one more celebration in me for the month.

[ Though his skin almost crawls with the...near-duplicity of their greeting, Nicodemus' smile never wanes, never falters. He feels that he knows Mallory's type rather well by now: those pampered, constantly scheming men in power who had once tried to sentence him to death, always planning the future instead living in the moment. He'd try his best to be polite. ]

Have you seen anyone wearing my particular dress about?

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corpgod December 18 2009, 05:31:58 UTC
Good to hear.

[At the question, Victor's sea-blue eyes cast a look across the grand hall as if in momentary search, but he in fact knows everyone who has set foot in his home tonight. He would never let a stranger through, never let a possible threat. He has control. Nicodemus here is an interesting case, he supposes, justifying his desire to seek the other man out.]

I haven't, I'm afraid. I'm a bit unfamiliar with it myself. [An abnormality, since Mallorys do not let themselves grow unfamiliar with anything that could be crucial to their political profile.]

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