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[fairestone]

Who: Elisa Miller (The Queen) and Sebastian Han (Wicked Witch of the West)
What: Showing Elisa her magic mirror
Where: Sebastian's place
When: Today/tonight
Rating: TBD

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[wickedlywest]

Lucky for Elisa, Sebastian still hadn't suffered any consequences for her little betrayal, though that wasn't to say that he trusted her implicitly. He understood that her loyalties were ambiguous, but also that she could be a potent ally, and thus he decided that a tactical gambit would be required regardless. The fact that he inspired some mild amount of fear only served to comfort and amuse him.

His room was located on one of the upmost floors, on the side facing out over the park. He answered the door almost immediately after the knock in that eerie fashion of everpresent butlers, dressed in a casual suit despite the fact that he was, essentially, at home. "Elisa-sam." He greeted with a formal nod, his tone brief but polite, and stepped aside to let her enter

[fairestone]

She blinked a little at how fast he opened the door, but tried not to let it show past that, nodding her head in return and came inside, "Sebastian.." she greeted as she stepped inside and looked around. Good lord. Well she wasn't really surprised, she figured his place had to be as well thought out as he seemed to be

[wickedlywest]

"It is, isn't it?" He replied to her comment about integrity, his tone so devoid of irony that it's almost ironic of itself. If he knew about Elisa's betrayal, then he was playing it pretty close to his vest. As Elisa made herself comfortable he went to a sideboard where a small bar was set up, and made a gesture so as to ask if he could offer her anything. He poured himself a snifter of cognac, and for her whatever she requests.

At her question, his expression finally shows some glimmer of emotion; his lips curl in a dry, knowing smirk, as though he were privy to some delicious secret. "I did say something to that effect, didn't I?" He repeated coyly, swirling his glass in the palm of his hand gently. "You see, I anticipated your interest because I, more than anyone, understand the injustice inherent in some of the Atheneum's policies... Most notably their proclivity for appropriating certain items that don't necessarily belong to them."

"You may recall," he deadpanned, "That recently an unfortunate tragedy befell our illustrious

[fairestone]

"No thank you.." she declined the offer since well, to be honest she didn't trust him not to do something to her for whatever reason. And if she'd learned anything from this fiasco, it was that she wasn't going to be eating or drinking anything from anyone she didn't trust in quite a while.

As soon as he brought up items, and the Atheneum, her eyebrows lifted in recognition. For a moment she didn't say anything, and then finally decided she really did want to know, "Are you saying that you know where those certain items might be?" and really if he did, then did that mean that he was behind that whole thing? Too many questions.

"And does that include my magic mirror? One would assume so, since you brought it up to me.."