† Who: Sebastian thebutler_epic, in service to Madame Red rouge_blood, who invites all of somarium to join her party † Where: Grell's house holla, Somni † Style: Whichever pleases you. † Status: Doors are wide open
The Medicine Seller wasn't really one for parties, but what better way to get acquainted with the interesting inhabitants of Somarium then to mingle with them. Although the Medicine Seller hadn't exactly been mingling so much as he was just lingering and watching. He sat upon one of the couches, one leg crossed over the other as he leaned his side into the arm of the chair, angled so he could see most of the other party goers
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"Good evening," Sebastian greeted the guest as soon as he had the opportunity to break away from his duties at the door. He could not properly attend to every guest as he greeted them, and so Sebastian settled for seeking them out individually as they settled into their niche within the party; in this case, he was reposing on the couch, apparently bored.
The Medicine Seller glanced toward the man, staring for a long moment before he returned the greeting, "Good evening," He spoke slowly, accenting each syllable like he had all the time in the world. It wasn't so much he was bored with the ongoing festivities, just bored with things in general. He would have thought this place would be more interesting seeing as it could just drag people from their homes unwillingly. How odd was it that people seemed so lively despite that.
"Might you be serving..." and another long pause, as if debating what it was he wanted exactly, " tea...?" he shot the other a look, giving him a once over and looking more amused than he had a second before. He could prove to be interesting.
Walking around and enjoying the crowd, Angelina noticed a lone man sitting on the couch. Did he look bored? Now, that should be fixed, no one should ever be bored at her party.
Stepping closer, Madame made a courteous greeting and smiled her always-so-charming smile.
"Hello, sir. Are you in a need of a company?" Of course he was, it was obvious, but a proper question was always in place, Madame Red mused.
He simply nodded in her direction, uttering a quiet "Good evening" in return to her greeting.
"Am I?" he offered dryly, assuming his tea had arrived by now and taking a sip from it casually. There was a long stretch of time where he didn't say much of anything,
Ahh, he wasn't the communicable type. Angelina had a lot of them around her, so she was fairly used to the uneasy silent moments. With her around they didn't last long, though.
"Not quite. A friend of mine lives here, but he was so kind as to offer me to stay here once I arrived in this place." Smile. Not utterly true, as Grell wasn't necessarily her friend and kind wasn't one of the first adjectives to come in mind when thinking of him, but there was no better way to explain it, which wouldn't involve half of her life story and some gory details of their nightly quests. "What are your impressions of this party thus far?"
Only when need be, and there was no need now really.
He was, however, slightly intrigued by the woman with the fiery red locks currently trying to have a conversation with him. Let her talk...that's when all the truth came out.
"And where is this friend of yours?" He didn't know the woman's life story, but it was one he would like to hear at some point. All those emotions piling up could have lead to something...dangerous.
He continued to sip his tea silently for a while, staring ahead of him or occasionally off to one side, "Pleasant," he shrugged again, "The company is--" he shot her a look, "Interesting. You must be popular."
Angelina didn't even need to glance around the room to know Grell isn't here. If he was, there would be another person dressed in blood red, trying to dazzle everyone with his personality and the size of his death scythe. But the fact that he wasn't here meant in the soon future he was going to make an unforgettable entrance. The woman sighed.
"Oh, you will certainly see him later. He is hard to miss."
With the last sentence, all Madame's bothering thoughts about Grell disappeared, and she started to laugh. "Well... I'm not sure if it is the right word, especially in this place. Although I must say, back in London I was quite well-known.
And where did you come from, before you appeared in this city?"
"I look forward to it." Spoiler: he doesn't really. But whatever happens he'll more than likely just roll with it.
He glanced over to the woman briefly when she started laughing, "What would you call the company then?" and he decided he didn't want to answer where he came from. There was no definite anyway considering how much he traveled.
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"Is there anything I can get you?"
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"Might you be serving..." and another long pause, as if debating what it was he wanted exactly, " tea...?" he shot the other a look, giving him a once over and looking more amused than he had a second before. He could prove to be interesting.
"Such a pleasant night for a party."
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"What manner of tea do you prefer?" he asked for clarification, not heading off to serve him without specific orders.
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Stepping closer, Madame made a courteous greeting and smiled her always-so-charming smile.
"Hello, sir. Are you in a need of a company?" Of course he was, it was obvious, but a proper question was always in place, Madame Red mused.
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"Am I?" he offered dryly, assuming his tea had arrived by now and taking a sip from it casually. There was a long stretch of time where he didn't say much of anything,
"Is this...your home, Madam?"
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"Not quite. A friend of mine lives here, but he was so kind as to offer me to stay here once I arrived in this place." Smile. Not utterly true, as Grell wasn't necessarily her friend and kind wasn't one of the first adjectives to come in mind when thinking of him, but there was no better way to explain it, which wouldn't involve half of her life story and some gory details of their nightly quests. "What are your impressions of this party thus far?"
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He was, however, slightly intrigued by the woman with the fiery red locks currently trying to have a conversation with him. Let her talk...that's when all the truth came out.
"And where is this friend of yours?" He didn't know the woman's life story, but it was one he would like to hear at some point. All those emotions piling up could have lead to something...dangerous.
He continued to sip his tea silently for a while, staring ahead of him or occasionally off to one side, "Pleasant," he shrugged again, "The company is--" he shot her a look, "Interesting. You must be popular."
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"Oh, you will certainly see him later. He is hard to miss."
With the last sentence, all Madame's bothering thoughts about Grell disappeared, and she started to laugh. "Well... I'm not sure if it is the right word, especially in this place. Although I must say, back in London I was quite well-known.
And where did you come from, before you appeared in this city?"
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He glanced over to the woman briefly when she started laughing, "What would you call the company then?" and he decided he didn't want to answer where he came from. There was no definite anyway considering how much he traveled.
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