Suite 902 - Baker, Susan
Temperature: 87.8F/31C Wind: 5mph SSW Observations: Clear
A room at the Carmilla. :)
The one good thing about the Carmilla? Room service. Willing donors, hot and ready. And tonight, Susan endulged. Maybe to celebrate her tooth being almost back to normal, even though her tongue still is weeks away from complete recovery. Otherwise living the perfect low key life, at least as far as Emmett reported it and for the past weeks, there's little to nothing he wasn't aware of. There's been meetings and talks, investors and financial contacts, all in an attempt to get together a starting capital to work with. Last night was Emmett's last as Susan's bodyguard, and she's loving it, draped over the white white couches Braeden arranged for her at her appartment. Never her choice, but you do with what you're given.
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There is no rap on the door, nothing to announce the presence of another stepping through the door. Locked or un-, it makes no difference to the Whip. It simply means a little more force that is required. Nothing more.
The door opens, then.. and stepping through the threshold (invites are only for breathers!), Marius' gaze moves through the room. He knew she was home.. thanks to the anklet. He stares for a long heartbeat at the white furniture.. what is it with vampires and white?.. before he speaks, "I will not be here long." How's that for an entrance? "I am here to give you a single warning regarding company you may have opportunity to keep."
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Sitting up alarmed when Marius forces the lock -unless he up and went to get a keycard at the desk below- Susan drops bare feet to the floor, standing up, without blur. Pointedly, she keeps her eyes on the bend and broken metal for a few moments longer, before she moves them up, and up to meet his, the icy blue darkened a little with annoyance. Folding her arms, she gives him a rather terse, "Mmhmm."
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Marius waits, now, for a proper 'greeting', his gaze impassive, his own blue eyes .. dead. Inhuman. Devoid of any feeling or emotion. There is little to no regard for the lock; that will be taken up with the front desk upon his departure. All vampires in this City are open and accessible to him on business, with no games.
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A deep, unnecesary breath, only so she can sigh it out, nodding at last. In fact, keeping her head down long enough to count as respect given.
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Vampires are steeped in tradition, and it's that tradition that Marius refuses to allow to be put by the side of the road, as it were. If anything, there are a few things that the medieval would reinstate, if it were up to him. It's not, however..
Once the proper respect is given, only then does the elder vampire begin again. It is a courtesy he extends, not a necessity.
"William Pemberley. I believe you have made his acquaintance. If you value your newly-granted freedom, do not associate with him. This will be your only warning."
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One brow rises. Either she has a hard time placing the name, or she is finding the whip's interest in such a trivial figure rather surprising. But after a while there's a shrug along with a nod, Susan not dwelling on the order. A hand raises and tilts. Drink? Sharp eyes watch him closely, waiting with near cold glee for him to make a u-turn for it.
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"No, I do not require anything at the moment. You may have been introduced to him as 'Darcy'. He is a purveyor of Blood," the word is capitalized in his voice. "If you do not wish to be linked to his poor behavior, avoid him completely." More than Marius needed to do, certainly. The unspoken part of all that is there is the possibility that Susan could possibly be used as an unwilling donor… or willing. Both are unacceptable.
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At first, the response stayed the same, but at the mention of Darcy's activities, finally the brow lowers and a good deal of the mirth leaves Sue's expression, at least, so far as it was visible. If you knew where to look. A finger taps on the crook of her elbow before she drops the fold to pat over to the kitchencounter where she threw the noteblock. Still refusing to talk and sound like a retard. Scribbling.
// Why is he still alive if you found him out. //
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"Because it amuses me to have the circle close around him. He is, undoubtedly, unaware we know of his activities." There is no change in Marius' mien and manner; he is the inhuman brute that is playing a game.. and enjoys it. There is no question as to the outcome of this game…
"You have been given more warning than most."
Now, Marius will see himself out of the room, his business completed. There is still more to be done, and part of that includes speaking with the two-natured.
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Leaving Susan with rising fury at the counter. Maybe he'll catch the sound of the noteblock smashing into a line of glasses. Maybe he won't.
