Hold Back the Night Apr 16, 2017 20:58:06 GMT
Post by Vennel on Apr 16, 2017 20:58:06 GMT
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It’d been somewhere around two weeks since Plato regained his throne and had begun to work needed to repair the damage done to Ocariin city and his people, after Breech’s final gambit. And of course, since Vennel had defeated Cipher. She still carried a souvenir of her battle, her armor was still “proudly” displaying the damage suffered, as Vennel had yet to repair it. To her knowledge, Plato and Alaistair were hard at work doing something about restoring the android, and if it had anything to do with Plato’s plans he communicated to her, she had to do something about that. But the saiyan woman had little more than a working relationship with the Konatsian. And Plato wasn’t too fond of her people, so she assumed it’d be hard to talk him out of things herself.
But that was why Vennel had come to the Cherry Valley Loft. She couldn’t find the words to convince Plato, but Alaistair could. He had a way with words, and also held the new King’s ear. So it stood to reason that if she held his, as she suspected she might, she could try and change the current flow of events.
Vennel walked through the front door of the large loft, with a sort of swagger one came to expect from the warrior. She was greeted by one of Alaistair’s typical lackeys. She honestly found keeping them all straight was harder than she could ever manage. But she managed to find it in herself to acknowledge the older gentleman’s greeting with a slight nod of her head.
“Is your master here? I need to speak with him.”
“Yes, I’ll inform him you’ve arrived.”
Vennel half expected him to leave his post to do so, and go and find where Alaistair was at the present moment. But he only really pulled up a small electronic device out and seemed to press a few buttons to accomplish his task. It made sense though, now that she thought about it. It’d be impractical to leave from his post, given the recent boom in people present at the Loft. Alaistair had begun allowing refugees and those made recently homeless after the damage to the city caused by Breech, and the battle surrounding him. Vennel was actually rather surprised to see just how many people were there, though.
“He’s currently meeting with some individuals pertaining to the reconstruction of the city. But he will wrap up shortly to see you. If you’d like, you can wait for him at a private booth in the restaurant. He thought he might be expecting you.”
Odd, but not uncharacteristic of the devil. He had a knack for reading people or finding out what they wanted. And given the nature of their business, it made sense. With a curt nod Vennel turned on her heel toward the direction of the restaurant, but paused for a moment, before turning back towards the aging steward.
“Oh, and one more thing. My majin compatriot, Kaza, will be coming shortly. I’d sent her a message asking her to meet me here. If you’d send her to me when she arrives, that would be appreciated.”
The man returned the nod given previously and mumbled something that sounded like “of course,” but because of the din of patrons in the loft, it was hard to make out exactly what he said. But Vennel assumed it was a response of acquiescence. The answer had been enough for the woman, though, so she resumed her approach to the booth she was informed of.
The restaurant portion of the loft seemed to be not as populated as she may have firstly believed it would be. Several tables were left open, though without a private booth, she felt like the nature of her conversation may be overheard. She had no real secrets, per se, but she still would prefer privacy. After all, the people here weren’t quite fond of her Empire, or her people. Not after the attack that she’s heard so much about.
Vennel took to her seat in the booth, and was the picture perfect depiction of “relaxed.” Her arms were folded up behind her head, her legs crossed, and slouched back in her seat. She had no idea how long the wait would be for both individuals to arrive, so relaxing was the best course of action she felt she could take while waiting.