Chuckling slightly at their amazement. If he was not capable of keeping a modicum of control he would not want six cats living with them. But his talents assisted him greatly with their furry little ones.
"They are actually very well behaved. We simply taught them that the pond was not for them to drink or eat out of."
Cyrus listened to Bastian talk about his place made him very glad he had not mentioned more. Their acreage was small compared to the Manor or the preserve but to the normal public quite large. Since this fellow's specialty was dogs, it made the leopard more than happy to know he was on the other side of town.
Now that was an interesting reaction from Pakpao, leading him to believe there was quite a bit being left unsaid. Well, it was usually much easier to blend into a large crowd than it was to carve a short lived niche for oneself in a small community. At the mention of the towers his brow arched up at her.
"Meridian Towers? Interesting. I heard they were pretty exclusive and you had to know the right people to get a suite there."
Now was not the time to compare mutual acquaintances with the Evenhet since Bastian was still an unknown to them. But if he was neither of their clans that still left the orphans or just some oblivious human. Cyrus was laying odds on the later, simply because of the man's profession. Usually that clan stuck close to Dubine Industries.
Drinks at the HoP ((Open))
It had been several months since Cyrus had come to the HoP. On one hand he was completely content with his current domesticated state but on the other he felt a tiny bit of loss of the free time he had before. Suki no longer even filled in occasionally since they hired a girl she had chosen. As he made his way in, after the bouncer at the door welcomed him warmly, he spied his familiar's pick. Nancy was a horribly dull name, but the bubbly brunette was anything but. Rather than walk she seemed to bounce, even with a tray full of drinks from which nothing spilled. When she noticed him, she smiled and bounced over, uncaring that her table was probably waiting on the drinks she carried.
'Good evening, Mr. Arslantai. If you would like a booth or table I can get one freed up for you. Just head on to it and I will make sure its cleaned up promptly.' She had a sultry voice that was slightly at odds with the bouncy exterior but somehow it worked for her. Nodding his head in a slight bow of thanks he looked for his usual booth in the corner. Finding it empty he simply went to it. Nancy deposited her tray of drinks at their destination and was back and cleaning up his table before he had taken his coat off.
The surface sparkling and smelling slightly of bleach seemed to pass her standards but she went farther and wiped it dry with a clean cloth. Her smile was firmly in place and her voice offered more than drinks with her next comment. 'What can I get you this evening, sir?'
"Kirin please, Nancy."
Shaking his head slightly as she bounded off, he wondered if she was part rabbit. Tossing his leather coat along the back of the booth he straightened the sleeves of his cashmere sweater. Knowing it was out of place did not stop him from coming this evening. He had been out shopping for Fallon's traditional nine gifts to be given upon the wedding. The charcoal of the finely knit sweater looked bright here, where as at the jeweler it had looked quite dark and imposing topping off Italian designed black wool slacks. He probably looked more approachable to some and quite a bit less to the usual people who dared infringe upon his territory. Cyrus was quite interested to see who would bother him this evening.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Bastian
17 years ago
His suspicion that Pakpao was not a country girl proved true, and her reaction made Bastian grin, until she spoke of things going awry. He was mildly curious to know just how living in the country could turn out so badly, but shrugged off the desire to pursue the topic. Even if she had given him the opening, he didn't know her well enough to pry further.
Yet he did muse on her 'years ago' description for a few minutes. Cyrus had waited 'hundreds of years', and Pakpao herself claimed to have experienced years beyond what the sight of her laid claim to. Bastian found the similarities between the two a little intriguing. Of course they were just exaggerated terms everyone used from time to time, but it did seem funny to Bastian that the two other people in the booth suffered from similar speech colorings. Even though Bastian felt he had been around years beyond his actual thirty one, he personally wouldn't have gone into excess when describing his age.
And, he admitted, he really had no idea how old either of his table mates were. Cyrus, he supposed could be anywhere from twenty three, or four...up to Bastian's age, or a couple years older. And as he looked at Pakpao, Bastian admitted she might be about the same. He wasn't really a wonderful judge when it came to people's ages, and his limited contact with those of Asian descent, which he just assumed these two were, didn't give him any better insight.
Discovering he'd gotten lost in his own thoughts, and had missed part of the conversation, Bastian coughed, and finished his beer. He hoped his inattention hadn't been caught, or perceived as rudeness on his part. He would have liked commenting on the fact that when Cyrus spoke of his kittens, he almost made them sound like small children, but Bastian himself did that to an extent with his own new puppies, and knew it was an easy trap to fall into.
"These Towers you speak of, are they like a country club of sorts...in their exclusivity? I'm afraid I've never heard of them."
His interest was again piqued by Cyrus' claim, having only heard of places like senior housing being so difficult to get into. That is, with the exception of some places that were just too prohibitive to most because of their cost. He wondered what made these Towers so restrictive.
Yet he did muse on her 'years ago' description for a few minutes. Cyrus had waited 'hundreds of years', and Pakpao herself claimed to have experienced years beyond what the sight of her laid claim to. Bastian found the similarities between the two a little intriguing. Of course they were just exaggerated terms everyone used from time to time, but it did seem funny to Bastian that the two other people in the booth suffered from similar speech colorings. Even though Bastian felt he had been around years beyond his actual thirty one, he personally wouldn't have gone into excess when describing his age.
And, he admitted, he really had no idea how old either of his table mates were. Cyrus, he supposed could be anywhere from twenty three, or four...up to Bastian's age, or a couple years older. And as he looked at Pakpao, Bastian admitted she might be about the same. He wasn't really a wonderful judge when it came to people's ages, and his limited contact with those of Asian descent, which he just assumed these two were, didn't give him any better insight.
Discovering he'd gotten lost in his own thoughts, and had missed part of the conversation, Bastian coughed, and finished his beer. He hoped his inattention hadn't been caught, or perceived as rudeness on his part. He would have liked commenting on the fact that when Cyrus spoke of his kittens, he almost made them sound like small children, but Bastian himself did that to an extent with his own new puppies, and knew it was an easy trap to fall into.
"These Towers you speak of, are they like a country club of sorts...in their exclusivity? I'm afraid I've never heard of them."
His interest was again piqued by Cyrus' claim, having only heard of places like senior housing being so difficult to get into. That is, with the exception of some places that were just too prohibitive to most because of their cost. He wondered what made these Towers so restrictive.
Pakpao
17 years ago
Pak just shook her head, she was sticking to the fish. Granted they weren't all that warm and fuzzy but you could talk to them, they didn't keep you up at night or require large amounts of attention or maintenance. Now if she could just remember to feed them every day.
Apparently they'd settled who she was, at least well enough for Cyrus. He hadn't really tipped his hand as to who he was. Strictly on age she'd guess Anatya but that was hardly conclusive evidence. No matter what clan it would be a bit of an oddity for Pak who didn't have many open dealings with the other clans. She was just as happy inside her own four walls as it were. Not that she was harboring a grudge, she just didn't reach out often. And she could still be wrong and they could both be human, but she doubted it.
"I guess you could look at it that way. I'm not sure 'country club' is quite how I'd put it. They just happen to be a bit particular about their residency requirements is all. I suppose it would be easy enough to call it snobby but it creates a nice family feel."Â?
Being undead wasn't a requirement, but knowing about it...
"It helps that I work there and had taken up residency in my office. I'm sure they offered me an apartment out of sympathy and to give the cleaning crew a chance to get their jobs done."Â?
No need to mention the fact that she was still on a first name basis with most of the maintenance workers and knew when was a good time to go and get a cup of coffee so they could vacuum and knew what days she should leave her blinds up so they could clean the windows. Sheesh not even three hundred years old and she was a workaholic. This needed to be corrected. She didn't think things would fall down around her ears if she went out for a few hours every day, every other day, once a week...
Laughing softly she made a quick joke at her own expense.
"I keep meaning to have a midlife crisis but I can't work it into my schedule."Â?
Apparently they'd settled who she was, at least well enough for Cyrus. He hadn't really tipped his hand as to who he was. Strictly on age she'd guess Anatya but that was hardly conclusive evidence. No matter what clan it would be a bit of an oddity for Pak who didn't have many open dealings with the other clans. She was just as happy inside her own four walls as it were. Not that she was harboring a grudge, she just didn't reach out often. And she could still be wrong and they could both be human, but she doubted it.
"I guess you could look at it that way. I'm not sure 'country club' is quite how I'd put it. They just happen to be a bit particular about their residency requirements is all. I suppose it would be easy enough to call it snobby but it creates a nice family feel."Â?
Being undead wasn't a requirement, but knowing about it...
"It helps that I work there and had taken up residency in my office. I'm sure they offered me an apartment out of sympathy and to give the cleaning crew a chance to get their jobs done."Â?
No need to mention the fact that she was still on a first name basis with most of the maintenance workers and knew when was a good time to go and get a cup of coffee so they could vacuum and knew what days she should leave her blinds up so they could clean the windows. Sheesh not even three hundred years old and she was a workaholic. This needed to be corrected. She didn't think things would fall down around her ears if she went out for a few hours every day, every other day, once a week...
Laughing softly she made a quick joke at her own expense.
"I keep meaning to have a midlife crisis but I can't work it into my schedule."Â?
Cyrus
17 years ago
Bastian's comments clinched it for Cyrus. If the man did not know about who owned the towers, he was human. A tiny voice said he could be so freshly turned he did not know of clans, but to Cyrus that was worse than actually being human. Fallon aside, he was not in the market to mentor unclaimed orphans. Taking a drink from his slowly warming bottle of Kirin he pushed the worry aside, Pakpao could gnaw on Bastian or he could simply leave none the wiser.
At her description of the towers he nodded. "Exactly as I had heard it described. My fiance has a friend that lived there for a while until she moved in with her boyfriend."
Let the Evenhet chew on that one for a while, Cyrus grinned slightly. Nothing like vaguely mentioning one person out of two towers with a hundred floors and uncounted suites. He felt vaguely apologetic as she claimed to be a workaholic.
"Once you retire you will have time for that midlife crisis. Personally, I find it easier to hire enough people and delegate the crisis to one of them."
At her description of the towers he nodded. "Exactly as I had heard it described. My fiance has a friend that lived there for a while until she moved in with her boyfriend."
Let the Evenhet chew on that one for a while, Cyrus grinned slightly. Nothing like vaguely mentioning one person out of two towers with a hundred floors and uncounted suites. He felt vaguely apologetic as she claimed to be a workaholic.
"Once you retire you will have time for that midlife crisis. Personally, I find it easier to hire enough people and delegate the crisis to one of them."
Bastian
17 years ago
Her elaboration on residency requirements caused Bastian to raise a brow, but it was quickly shrugged off. It wasn't as if he was looking for a place to live, and even if he had, he certainly wouldn't be considering anyplace in town, much less one that seemed so snooty. He could have asked who it was the management was so bigoted against, but it would have served no purpose, so he didn't.
"As long as you enjoy living there, that's the main thing."
He did need to consider what kind of person that made Pakpao...living in such an elitist atmosphere. Yet he wouldn't judge her. Everyone had their reasons for what they did, and he knew there were things he did that others might not understand, that he would rather not be judged on.
"You seem much too pretty to be locking yourself away in your job so much, no matter how satisfying it is. Though you are here tonight, so I guess that shows you get out of your office on occasion." He turned his head away from his beer then, to smile at her. "You're also much too young to even consider a 'mid-life' crisis." A chuckle was brought forth by that silliness.
It was indeed a small world, which Cyrus' comment reminded Bastian of. Nachton wasn't a HUGE city, but it was respectably large, and yet there were a lot of connections between Pakpao, and Cyrus being discussed now, that just went to show it was smaller than one might have thought.
"As long as you enjoy living there, that's the main thing."
He did need to consider what kind of person that made Pakpao...living in such an elitist atmosphere. Yet he wouldn't judge her. Everyone had their reasons for what they did, and he knew there were things he did that others might not understand, that he would rather not be judged on.
"You seem much too pretty to be locking yourself away in your job so much, no matter how satisfying it is. Though you are here tonight, so I guess that shows you get out of your office on occasion." He turned his head away from his beer then, to smile at her. "You're also much too young to even consider a 'mid-life' crisis." A chuckle was brought forth by that silliness.
It was indeed a small world, which Cyrus' comment reminded Bastian of. Nachton wasn't a HUGE city, but it was respectably large, and yet there were a lot of connections between Pakpao, and Cyrus being discussed now, that just went to show it was smaller than one might have thought.
Pakpao
17 years ago
"Really? I mean it's a big place so the odds it's the same person are a million to one."Â?
Of course Kem had said Aishe was moving out. That certainly fit the description and it didn't surprise her at all that Aishe would be a bit of a social butterfly and know any number of people in the city. What she was doing hanging around with another clan was something of a curiosity. Pak, however, trusted the new vampire on the block to be sensible and responsible so she was hardly worried about it.
"I'd be hard pressed to live any where else."Â?
No one was coming between Pak and her systems and so she wouldn't be leaving the Towers any time soon.
"But once in a great while something drives me out of my ivory tower."Â?
Pak laughed at Bastian's flattery, now completely convinced he was human. Something about the way he said that sealed the fact that he had no idea he was in the company of folks who were generations older than he was.
In a sudden bout of silliness she battered her eyes at him, clearly playing rather than out right flirting.
"Why sir, such flattery I just might blush."Â?
Signaling for another drink she switched gears.
"Such flattery and you're still having trouble with your lady?"Â?
Of course Kem had said Aishe was moving out. That certainly fit the description and it didn't surprise her at all that Aishe would be a bit of a social butterfly and know any number of people in the city. What she was doing hanging around with another clan was something of a curiosity. Pak, however, trusted the new vampire on the block to be sensible and responsible so she was hardly worried about it.
"I'd be hard pressed to live any where else."Â?
No one was coming between Pak and her systems and so she wouldn't be leaving the Towers any time soon.
"But once in a great while something drives me out of my ivory tower."Â?
Pak laughed at Bastian's flattery, now completely convinced he was human. Something about the way he said that sealed the fact that he had no idea he was in the company of folks who were generations older than he was.
In a sudden bout of silliness she battered her eyes at him, clearly playing rather than out right flirting.
"Why sir, such flattery I just might blush."Â?
Signaling for another drink she switched gears.
"Such flattery and you're still having trouble with your lady?"Â?
Cyrus
17 years ago
Chuckling slightly at the Evenhet's assumption of the odds before bowing his head to her in concession. "Farther odds have actually paid off, some right at this very table."
His quiet comment had him thinking of Mathias once more. Wondering where the Russian was brought a brief vague look to his eyes. At least he knew there were others from his era knocking about Nachton despite cultural or clan differences which was comforting. In some ways he envied Fallon, to be living now, at a peak of technology and information, while closely tied to her clan and other new vampires of this era. Cyrus hoped they could maintain these connections for her as the years went by, so that she never felt alone, even in a large clan. He was brought out of these musings at Bastian's claim he simply gave a small smirk.
"Either you push hard to succeed or you could end up herding yaks. Though I suppose its the wrong country for that. So I believe you are in the clear to take a break now and then Pakpao."
Saved from having to comment as she had addressed Bastian about her age, Cyrus hid behind his beer bottle. Luckily Nancy would scurry over quickly at Pakpao's signal to give him even more pretense. This bottle unfortunately was almost empty. Sitting back he waited to hear the poor man's answer.
His quiet comment had him thinking of Mathias once more. Wondering where the Russian was brought a brief vague look to his eyes. At least he knew there were others from his era knocking about Nachton despite cultural or clan differences which was comforting. In some ways he envied Fallon, to be living now, at a peak of technology and information, while closely tied to her clan and other new vampires of this era. Cyrus hoped they could maintain these connections for her as the years went by, so that she never felt alone, even in a large clan. He was brought out of these musings at Bastian's claim he simply gave a small smirk.
"Either you push hard to succeed or you could end up herding yaks. Though I suppose its the wrong country for that. So I believe you are in the clear to take a break now and then Pakpao."
Saved from having to comment as she had addressed Bastian about her age, Cyrus hid behind his beer bottle. Luckily Nancy would scurry over quickly at Pakpao's signal to give him even more pretense. This bottle unfortunately was almost empty. Sitting back he waited to hear the poor man's answer.
Bastian
17 years ago
At an earlier point in his life, Bastian would never have complimented a woman, in any way, shape, or form. He'd learned in high school that to even smile in the general direction of a girl could have dire consequences.
Then, when he met Reign, he had let down his guard, and allowed himself the luxury of being honest. It caused no problems, because everyone in college who knew either of them, knew their situation, and accepted Bastian's comments in the objective mood that they were given.
When he left college, and got out on his own in the business world, he had to retrain himself all over again. Casually telling a pretty woman that she looked nice in a particular dress, or even that her perfume smelled good, had consequences similar to back in high school. Even though Bastian had temporarily given up his thoughts about Reign, he never once considered anyone else to take her place.
Odd how things reverted back again, now that he felt close to her again.
"I believe you may be toying with me Ms. Metharom." At first he did swallow a little quickly, when she batted her eyes at him. He was in no mood for flirting tonight. And yet it became readily apparent though, that she was teasing, so he again relaxed.
"If it were only that easy..."
Flattery really wasn't of much use with Reign, mainly because she never seemed to believe him, even when he had never lied to her. Of course it never stopped him from telling her, and it never would. In Bastian's eyes, there was one woman on the earth for him, and it was her. He loved her now as much as he had ten years ago, and found her even more beautiful since she had matured a bit, and developed an even stronger natural grace about herself.
"I apologize. I swore to myself that I was going to leave behind my concerns for the evening, and yet here I've not only brought them into the club, but to the table with you two nice people."
It was really as much as he could offer as an explanation, though he knew it was nothing really. It just wasn't like him to involve strangers in any aspect of his life, and had already been freer with these two than normal.
"Perhaps that is my queue to leave."
Bastian drained his beer bottle, only to have it replaced by the waitress again. He held up the full bottle towards her, and then shrugged, and took another drink. It was getting late, and he did have a client coming by before noon tomorrow to drop off his Saint Bernard for boarding. But one more beer wouldn't hurt him.
Then, when he met Reign, he had let down his guard, and allowed himself the luxury of being honest. It caused no problems, because everyone in college who knew either of them, knew their situation, and accepted Bastian's comments in the objective mood that they were given.
When he left college, and got out on his own in the business world, he had to retrain himself all over again. Casually telling a pretty woman that she looked nice in a particular dress, or even that her perfume smelled good, had consequences similar to back in high school. Even though Bastian had temporarily given up his thoughts about Reign, he never once considered anyone else to take her place.
Odd how things reverted back again, now that he felt close to her again.
"I believe you may be toying with me Ms. Metharom." At first he did swallow a little quickly, when she batted her eyes at him. He was in no mood for flirting tonight. And yet it became readily apparent though, that she was teasing, so he again relaxed.
"If it were only that easy..."
Flattery really wasn't of much use with Reign, mainly because she never seemed to believe him, even when he had never lied to her. Of course it never stopped him from telling her, and it never would. In Bastian's eyes, there was one woman on the earth for him, and it was her. He loved her now as much as he had ten years ago, and found her even more beautiful since she had matured a bit, and developed an even stronger natural grace about herself.
"I apologize. I swore to myself that I was going to leave behind my concerns for the evening, and yet here I've not only brought them into the club, but to the table with you two nice people."
It was really as much as he could offer as an explanation, though he knew it was nothing really. It just wasn't like him to involve strangers in any aspect of his life, and had already been freer with these two than normal.
"Perhaps that is my queue to leave."
Bastian drained his beer bottle, only to have it replaced by the waitress again. He held up the full bottle towards her, and then shrugged, and took another drink. It was getting late, and he did have a client coming by before noon tomorrow to drop off his Saint Bernard for boarding. But one more beer wouldn't hurt him.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Chuckling slightly at Bastian's backpedaling, the Mongol shook his head while taking the fresh beer.
"Nonsense, what good is imposing on total strangers if you wont bare your soul?!"
Waving his hand slightly in a calming motion he stopped joking quite so much. It was one thing to lightly tease the human and another to be cruel. When it was possible he avoided the later.
"Don't worry too much about discussing your problems. Perhaps you need a fresh perspective anyways. Plus I am sure no one wants to hear me expound on my Fallon's wonderfulness for the entire evening. Though, I would not mind an opinion on one of the presents I purchased for her this evening."
Cyrus pulled his coat to him and dug in the pocket for the box. It was a small square watch box that was rather unremarkable. Fiddling with the box for a moment he explained slightly and wondered if Pakpao was old enough or from the correct region, to place him.
"It is tradition to exchange nine gifts and as I do not count any exchanged prior to the betrothal, I have to come up with new ones. I purchased this today but am having doubts."
Flipping open the box revealed a watch that he turned to face the two opposite him. Gently he placed it on the table to grab his beer. After a swallow he, shook his head.
"I should have gotten her a Rolex."
"Nonsense, what good is imposing on total strangers if you wont bare your soul?!"
Waving his hand slightly in a calming motion he stopped joking quite so much. It was one thing to lightly tease the human and another to be cruel. When it was possible he avoided the later.
"Don't worry too much about discussing your problems. Perhaps you need a fresh perspective anyways. Plus I am sure no one wants to hear me expound on my Fallon's wonderfulness for the entire evening. Though, I would not mind an opinion on one of the presents I purchased for her this evening."
Cyrus pulled his coat to him and dug in the pocket for the box. It was a small square watch box that was rather unremarkable. Fiddling with the box for a moment he explained slightly and wondered if Pakpao was old enough or from the correct region, to place him.
"It is tradition to exchange nine gifts and as I do not count any exchanged prior to the betrothal, I have to come up with new ones. I purchased this today but am having doubts."
Flipping open the box revealed a watch that he turned to face the two opposite him. Gently he placed it on the table to grab his beer. After a swallow he, shook his head.
"I should have gotten her a Rolex."
Bastian
17 years ago
As long as neither Pakpao, or Cyrus objected to the conversation, Bastian decided to hang around a while longer. For some reason, which he chose not to examine right then and there, he doubted either of the other two would put up with something they truly didn't wish to.
He smirked at Cyrus, but nodded in understanding at the other man's mild ribbing.
"Any perspective other than my own would be welcome. Sometimes a person can be too close to something to see the truth of it..."
He halted there though, without expounding further. If he were to go into the matter, he would need to admit to leaving Reign all those years ago, and why, and telling people you were a werewolf was totally out of the realm of possibilities, strangers or not.
No, for now Bastian would continue to carry the weight of his actions, and subsequent results, alone. Or at least until he got to know his pack mates. He did hold out a little hope of understanding there, possibly with Mosi, or the female.
"Ah, a giver of gifts...a tradition I have always liked practicing with those I care about, even when one in particular wants to fight me on every attempt."
He looked at the box in interest, and nodded appreciatively at the sight of the beautiful watch. He quickly shook his head thereafter.
"No, Chopard is a well respected watchmaker, and the one you've chosen is lovely. Of course I don't know your lady, but I'd bet she'll love this one equally, if not more than a Rolex. Mainly because you chose it for her. I just hope she doesn't kick you in the shin, or step on your foot when you present it to her."
Not that he ever imagined any woman but Reign would do such a thing, and even that was stretching things just a little. Reign might indeed admonish Bastian for giving her a gift, but she was getting better at accepting them.
The watch Cyrus had bought for his lady, probably wouldn't have set too well with Reign though. Beautiful as it was, Reign wasn't overly fond of jewels. Not that Bastian wouldn't change that if he could...but first he had to get back together with her.
He leaned back a bit then, giving Pakpao ample room to examine the jewelry.
"But a woman's point of view would undoubtedly be more valuable to you."
He smirked at Cyrus, but nodded in understanding at the other man's mild ribbing.
"Any perspective other than my own would be welcome. Sometimes a person can be too close to something to see the truth of it..."
He halted there though, without expounding further. If he were to go into the matter, he would need to admit to leaving Reign all those years ago, and why, and telling people you were a werewolf was totally out of the realm of possibilities, strangers or not.
No, for now Bastian would continue to carry the weight of his actions, and subsequent results, alone. Or at least until he got to know his pack mates. He did hold out a little hope of understanding there, possibly with Mosi, or the female.
"Ah, a giver of gifts...a tradition I have always liked practicing with those I care about, even when one in particular wants to fight me on every attempt."
He looked at the box in interest, and nodded appreciatively at the sight of the beautiful watch. He quickly shook his head thereafter.
"No, Chopard is a well respected watchmaker, and the one you've chosen is lovely. Of course I don't know your lady, but I'd bet she'll love this one equally, if not more than a Rolex. Mainly because you chose it for her. I just hope she doesn't kick you in the shin, or step on your foot when you present it to her."
Not that he ever imagined any woman but Reign would do such a thing, and even that was stretching things just a little. Reign might indeed admonish Bastian for giving her a gift, but she was getting better at accepting them.
The watch Cyrus had bought for his lady, probably wouldn't have set too well with Reign though. Beautiful as it was, Reign wasn't overly fond of jewels. Not that Bastian wouldn't change that if he could...but first he had to get back together with her.
He leaned back a bit then, giving Pakpao ample room to examine the jewelry.
"But a woman's point of view would undoubtedly be more valuable to you."
Pakpao
17 years ago
She'd wandered off in her own little 'hunt' and had lost the thread of conversation for a moment. Something you just shouldn't multitask Pak decided. Maybe she should just start over later, this one wasn't shaping up as well as she would have liked. Yes, that would be best.
Frowning slightly Pak tried to place the tradition, she was certain she'd heard of it but couldn't remember in what context. Accepting that she simply couldn't remember she also decided to research it a bit, it would probably provide some interesting insight into Cyrus. The respect of tradition also seemed to point to his being Anantya; not that her clan was made completely of rebels or anything.
Practicality and an appreciation of aesthetics bounced back and forth for a few seconds as she considered it.
"Quite lovely and very versatile; I'm sure she'll love it."Â?
Bastian did say the oddest things. Unabashedly curious Pak regarded him carefully.
"Are you sure the two of you are dating? It sounds dangerous."Â?
((OOC... sorry for the dly rough stuff going down at work.))
Frowning slightly Pak tried to place the tradition, she was certain she'd heard of it but couldn't remember in what context. Accepting that she simply couldn't remember she also decided to research it a bit, it would probably provide some interesting insight into Cyrus. The respect of tradition also seemed to point to his being Anantya; not that her clan was made completely of rebels or anything.
Practicality and an appreciation of aesthetics bounced back and forth for a few seconds as she considered it.
"Quite lovely and very versatile; I'm sure she'll love it."Â?
Bastian did say the oddest things. Unabashedly curious Pak regarded him carefully.
"Are you sure the two of you are dating? It sounds dangerous."Â?
((OOC... sorry for the dly rough stuff going down at work.))
Cyrus
17 years ago
Cyrus arched a brow at Bastian's comments about getting kicked for giving a gift. Sounded like his chosen woman was trouble.
"No, no. Fallon is not the type to kick. But she is a rather practical and down to earth woman so I picked something sedate."
Thanking them both with a bow of his head before replacing the box in his jacket. He already knew the solitaire diamond earrings were perfect and did not question these two for their opinion. A chuckle escaped at Pakpao's question. The one sitting in the forefront of his own mind was not quite that but more like 'why', but he listened with interest for the answer. While he knew love was hard to find, he was sure it would not manifest itself in kicking if it was true. But then his ideas on relationships were probably a millennium outdated so he kept it to himself.
"No, no. Fallon is not the type to kick. But she is a rather practical and down to earth woman so I picked something sedate."
Thanking them both with a bow of his head before replacing the box in his jacket. He already knew the solitaire diamond earrings were perfect and did not question these two for their opinion. A chuckle escaped at Pakpao's question. The one sitting in the forefront of his own mind was not quite that but more like 'why', but he listened with interest for the answer. While he knew love was hard to find, he was sure it would not manifest itself in kicking if it was true. But then his ideas on relationships were probably a millennium outdated so he kept it to himself.
Bastian
17 years ago
It wasn't until he heard Pakpao use the word dangerous, in conjunction with his dating, that he remembered the whole 'kicking, elbow jabbing, and stepping on was something others might not understand. It was something about Reign that he had grown to accept as a form of affection, and had lived with for so long, that it never seemed unusual anymore.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to imply that she is a violent person. Truly, she just happened to grow up under a couple strange misconceptions about herself, and when I try to show her differently, she reacts in the way she feels comfortable. I've grown used to the jabs, and now can see them for the signs of devotion that I know them to be."
It was only on rare occasions like now, when hearing how traditional some other women were, that Bastian felt a small pang of regret. But it wasn't a regret born from being with Reign...no...it was a regret due to his not being with her sooner in her life. For all that Vince professed loving her, Bastian had always found him deficient in praising Reign for being herself. Bastian also knew his images were not the most objective, but there you had it.
"And you Ms. Metharom...are you an afficienado of jewelry, or do you prefer...furs...land...cars?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to imply that she is a violent person. Truly, she just happened to grow up under a couple strange misconceptions about herself, and when I try to show her differently, she reacts in the way she feels comfortable. I've grown used to the jabs, and now can see them for the signs of devotion that I know them to be."
It was only on rare occasions like now, when hearing how traditional some other women were, that Bastian felt a small pang of regret. But it wasn't a regret born from being with Reign...no...it was a regret due to his not being with her sooner in her life. For all that Vince professed loving her, Bastian had always found him deficient in praising Reign for being herself. Bastian also knew his images were not the most objective, but there you had it.
"And you Ms. Metharom...are you an afficienado of jewelry, or do you prefer...furs...land...cars?"
Pakpao
17 years ago
If he said so. Personally Pak didn’t quite believe him, it simply didn’t sound healthy. Perhaps is she met them together it would be easier to pass judgment. Add to the equation that he was here alone with out the woman in question and Pak just didn’t get it.
“I suppose every relationship has its quirks. But I must say yours may have more than I’ve encountered in a while.”
Get it or not, she’d seen odder, and often odd and happy went hand in hand so she wasn’t about to fight it.
She let him change the subject and didn’t press, although she was curious about this woman of his. She grinned at his joke.
“All of the above. One has to give a gentleman options after all. What about your lady, does she have a preference? One that won’t get you injured?”
“I suppose every relationship has its quirks. But I must say yours may have more than I’ve encountered in a while.”
Get it or not, she’d seen odder, and often odd and happy went hand in hand so she wasn’t about to fight it.
She let him change the subject and didn’t press, although she was curious about this woman of his. She grinned at his joke.
“All of the above. One has to give a gentleman options after all. What about your lady, does she have a preference? One that won’t get you injured?”
Bastian
17 years ago
"Now see, I really don't want either of you to have a false impression of my lady. She is like no other I ever met, and almost from the first day I met her I knew she was for me. I know that sounds hopelessly corny..."
Bastian shrugged, but didn't recant the phrase.
"Perhaps that is how you felt about your 'Fallon'?
Of course the fact that she took some persuading, to get her to even give me the time of day, was novel, and in honesty I would have to admit that was intriguing. But it didn't take me any time at all to see how genuine she was, and how unaffected she was by my...circumstances."
He almost mentioned the fact that Reign never cared about his money, which was indeed novel to Bastian. In his earlier life in Italy, it seemed all the young women cared about was that he was a Romallo heir. But discussing money was crass, even if it was to prove a point.
"So, as for her preferences...the simpler the better. Funny...you'd think that would make my life easier, but it doesn't. If I could go out and just buy her expensive things...that would be easy...but my Reign is rarely easy."
Bastian chuckled at the truth to that statement, but again not wishing to change a thing. Except for the 'my Reign' part. He hoped sooner than later he'd be able to say that and believe it.
"You are most kind to be considerate of your gentlemen." Bastian smiled at Pakpao, and wondered what kind of men would capture her attentions.
Bastian shrugged, but didn't recant the phrase.
"Perhaps that is how you felt about your 'Fallon'?
Of course the fact that she took some persuading, to get her to even give me the time of day, was novel, and in honesty I would have to admit that was intriguing. But it didn't take me any time at all to see how genuine she was, and how unaffected she was by my...circumstances."
He almost mentioned the fact that Reign never cared about his money, which was indeed novel to Bastian. In his earlier life in Italy, it seemed all the young women cared about was that he was a Romallo heir. But discussing money was crass, even if it was to prove a point.
"So, as for her preferences...the simpler the better. Funny...you'd think that would make my life easier, but it doesn't. If I could go out and just buy her expensive things...that would be easy...but my Reign is rarely easy."
Bastian chuckled at the truth to that statement, but again not wishing to change a thing. Except for the 'my Reign' part. He hoped sooner than later he'd be able to say that and believe it.
"You are most kind to be considerate of your gentlemen." Bastian smiled at Pakpao, and wondered what kind of men would capture her attentions.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Cyrus began to understand what Bastian was talking about. While he and Fallon did not have that instant type of connection, the more time they had spent together the more they grew together. Rather than try to explain how they had both courted eachother with the idea of a meal in mind, the Mongol simply offered a quirk of a smile at the question directed to him. There were just some things you could not explain to a human.
The further revelation of 'circumstances' intrigued him enough to arch a brow. What kind of circumstances was he talking about exactly Cyrus wondered. But the continued comments had him nod slightly.
"Fallon was similar during our courtship. Gifts were not what she placed value or favor in. While I do not believe it is an issue any longer, I believe some women tend to place value more on emotions than things."
Somehow he had gotten to the point that Fallon did not tell him too much that he 'shouldn't have' when he gave her gifts. The nine wedding presents were bought with hopes that she would understand the tradition as he explained it to her and enjoy them in the spirit in which he gave them, love. The comment to Pakpao had him chuckling and hoping she expounded on it.
The further revelation of 'circumstances' intrigued him enough to arch a brow. What kind of circumstances was he talking about exactly Cyrus wondered. But the continued comments had him nod slightly.
"Fallon was similar during our courtship. Gifts were not what she placed value or favor in. While I do not believe it is an issue any longer, I believe some women tend to place value more on emotions than things."
Somehow he had gotten to the point that Fallon did not tell him too much that he 'shouldn't have' when he gave her gifts. The nine wedding presents were bought with hopes that she would understand the tradition as he explained it to her and enjoy them in the spirit in which he gave them, love. The comment to Pakpao had him chuckling and hoping she expounded on it.
Pakpao
17 years ago
"Rain? I wouldn't have thought you'd be taken by a hippy sort. Or have I guessed wrong?"Â?
It wasn't a terribly unusual name, but it wasn't common either and Pak knew a Reign. And depending on the relationship she could see the woman in question fitting what little Bastian had said about her.
Hmmmm... tonight was one for coincidence wasn't it? Another vampire at the table, a possible shared acquaintance at the towers and now a Reign; ok so she was going to be buying a lottery ticket tonight, just on general principle.
Pak quirked a smile at Bastian, she did her best to be considerate, not quite in the manner he was thinking but she did have a strong believe that one shouldn't exploit one's dinner.
"I do my best; after all it wouldn't do to be demanding after they've been so generous. Some times it pays of and I even see them again."Â?
She subtly grinned at Cyrus, undoubtedly he understood the meaning there.
Some of what Cyrus said about Fallon made Pak suspect she was also (or would soon be) part of their little club. It was reassuring to hear that human or vampire there wasn't much different. She had no desire to lose her 'humanity' as the years went on.
"It sounds like she may have gotten over that little quirk, especially considering the watch you've gotten her."Â?
It wasn't a terribly unusual name, but it wasn't common either and Pak knew a Reign. And depending on the relationship she could see the woman in question fitting what little Bastian had said about her.
Hmmmm... tonight was one for coincidence wasn't it? Another vampire at the table, a possible shared acquaintance at the towers and now a Reign; ok so she was going to be buying a lottery ticket tonight, just on general principle.
Pak quirked a smile at Bastian, she did her best to be considerate, not quite in the manner he was thinking but she did have a strong believe that one shouldn't exploit one's dinner.
"I do my best; after all it wouldn't do to be demanding after they've been so generous. Some times it pays of and I even see them again."Â?
She subtly grinned at Cyrus, undoubtedly he understood the meaning there.
Some of what Cyrus said about Fallon made Pak suspect she was also (or would soon be) part of their little club. It was reassuring to hear that human or vampire there wasn't much different. She had no desire to lose her 'humanity' as the years went on.
"It sounds like she may have gotten over that little quirk, especially considering the watch you've gotten her."Â?
Bastian
17 years ago
Was that what Reign did…put more stock in feelings, than things? Bastian wasn’t sure if that was the issue or not.
“Hippy?” For all the months of long nights studying, Bastian had been told that he now spoke very good English. And though he still had an accent, even that was only really pronounced when he was tired, or speaking very quickly.
What he did run into trouble with, on occasion, were terms and slang. Since he was under the impression that Reign didn’t know anyone in Nachton, outside of her crew…and William, he didn’t think Pakpao was describing Reign’s anatomy. Therefore ’hippy’ had to be a reference to something else.
“Her name is spelled R E I G N…” A quizzical look accompanied the statement, and Bastian hoped Pakpao might elaborate on the ’hippy’ connection.
Turning back to his beer, Bastian again wondered about the date Reign was on , and let his worries creep back into his evening. It was a slight relief when Pakpao addressed Cyrus, once more.
“Hippy?” For all the months of long nights studying, Bastian had been told that he now spoke very good English. And though he still had an accent, even that was only really pronounced when he was tired, or speaking very quickly.
What he did run into trouble with, on occasion, were terms and slang. Since he was under the impression that Reign didn’t know anyone in Nachton, outside of her crew…and William, he didn’t think Pakpao was describing Reign’s anatomy. Therefore ’hippy’ had to be a reference to something else.
“Her name is spelled R E I G N…” A quizzical look accompanied the statement, and Bastian hoped Pakpao might elaborate on the ’hippy’ connection.
Turning back to his beer, Bastian again wondered about the date Reign was on , and let his worries creep back into his evening. It was a slight relief when Pakpao addressed Cyrus, once more.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Cyrus had briefly been trying to connect the things Bastian had said; circumstances and reign. Perhaps he found himself in charge of a small country, or company or even just a very old world family. The Evenhet's comments brought a whole new point to consider, perhaps it was the girl's name. Thinking on this he lifted his beer to take a drink only to almost choke on the contents as Pakpao spoke of 'dates'. If he interpreted that grin correctly she had been talking of meals. Quickly Cyrus put the bottle down and covered his mouth to cough. Each inhale brought the scent of dog but luckily the beer masked its influence on him.
"Please pardon me, tried to inhale that."
As he wiped his hand on the tiny cocktail napkin, Bastian explained himself slightly. Interesting how humans in this era named their children. Of course with Fallon naming the kittens he had already been given some insight into the whole business but simply accepted her choices. He wondered slightly the whys of course but did not question it.
"Between the house and my assistant Suki's overzealous filling of it, we have worn Fallon down into accepting gifts. Plus I will explain the importance of the tradition and how my heritage demands it. Though, despite it all, I believe she treasures the kittens more than any other gifts I have given her."
While he did not wish to keep more animals, he should not have overlooked the value of livestock. What she would want though, was beyond him. For now, he was sticking to what he knew, antiquities and jewelry. Picking up his beer while contemplating that he muttered aloud his thoughts. "I should speak to her little librarian friend."
"Please pardon me, tried to inhale that."
As he wiped his hand on the tiny cocktail napkin, Bastian explained himself slightly. Interesting how humans in this era named their children. Of course with Fallon naming the kittens he had already been given some insight into the whole business but simply accepted her choices. He wondered slightly the whys of course but did not question it.
"Between the house and my assistant Suki's overzealous filling of it, we have worn Fallon down into accepting gifts. Plus I will explain the importance of the tradition and how my heritage demands it. Though, despite it all, I believe she treasures the kittens more than any other gifts I have given her."
While he did not wish to keep more animals, he should not have overlooked the value of livestock. What she would want though, was beyond him. For now, he was sticking to what he knew, antiquities and jewelry. Picking up his beer while contemplating that he muttered aloud his thoughts. "I should speak to her little librarian friend."
Pakpao
17 years ago
Pak couldn't help but giggle at Cyrus' reaction. It wasn't like her to be so frivolous about her dinning habits, but she wasn't quite in a normal frame of mind tonight either.
"A lady gets into the habit of being generous and undemanding and the gentlemen just laugh at her. Maybe I should buy more leather clothing and try a different image."Â?
It was a playful lament. Leather just wasn't her smile but she was playing with him. And while she wanted to pry and ask how generous he was with his dates, part of Pak didn't want to know. If Cyrus wasn't respectful of human life that wouldn't sit well with her, not that she'd be able to do much about it. But right now she'd much rather give him the benefit of the doubt.
She wasn't sure why Bastian spelled the lady's name, but she was certain that wasn't a hippy name.
"Really?"Â?
Pak mused as she sipped her drink. Well well well wasn't that a surprise. How long had she been in Nachton and not a word, Pak wondered. Perhaps she'd scared the young woman. She hadn't meant to but people never quite reacted the way you planed did they? Knowing Reign wasn't particularly outgoing, and given Bastian's state she concluded Reign had been here a while.
Damned, this also took Bastian off the menu. She was going to have to get out of here if she wanted anything to eat tonight.
"I don't suppose she plays pool at all."Â?
"A lady gets into the habit of being generous and undemanding and the gentlemen just laugh at her. Maybe I should buy more leather clothing and try a different image."Â?
It was a playful lament. Leather just wasn't her smile but she was playing with him. And while she wanted to pry and ask how generous he was with his dates, part of Pak didn't want to know. If Cyrus wasn't respectful of human life that wouldn't sit well with her, not that she'd be able to do much about it. But right now she'd much rather give him the benefit of the doubt.
She wasn't sure why Bastian spelled the lady's name, but she was certain that wasn't a hippy name.
"Really?"Â?
Pak mused as she sipped her drink. Well well well wasn't that a surprise. How long had she been in Nachton and not a word, Pak wondered. Perhaps she'd scared the young woman. She hadn't meant to but people never quite reacted the way you planed did they? Knowing Reign wasn't particularly outgoing, and given Bastian's state she concluded Reign had been here a while.
Damned, this also took Bastian off the menu. She was going to have to get out of here if she wanted anything to eat tonight.
"I don't suppose she plays pool at all."Â?