Making an entrance
Aron strode into the lobby of the tower, a long black cape flowing around him. It had a blood red lining, not that Aron cared much for wearing colors anymore, but he was fully aware of the dramatic effect it could have on others. A tailormade suit, complete with silverbuttons with his monogram and a silk tie (he hoped James had made sure the color fitted with either his eyes or the cape) added to the feeling of extravagance. His ebony walking stick was polished brightly and the silver knot would have reflected the artificial lights had it not been covered by his gloved hand. With an air of self confidence he walked up to the receptionist.
"You may tell whoever happens to be in charge that Aron Swiftwood is waiting in the lobby and requires immediate attention" his gaze caught the receptionists eyes and he made sure the suggestion was taken as kindly as humanly possible ((Yes, he uses suggestion on the receptionist))
[color=darkred]"And thus the hook is in the water, let us see who takes the bait"[/color]
"Mari, don't -do- that." He said rubbing a hand over his face and trying to get over the shock of the interruption.
"I do apologize, Alfarinn, but there is a matter of some importance in the lobby." M.A.R.I's voice was calm and her expression serene as always.
"Oh?" He straightened up in his chair and was immediately more interested. "What is it?"
M.A.R.I's face was replaced by a view of the lobby. There he could see a well dressed gentleman with cape and cane waiting patiently in front of the receptionist's desk.
"So who is he? Or did you expect me to just guess." Alfarinn assumed that the man was a vampire or there likely would have been no need to disturb him with the information.
"Aron Swiftwood." Came the prompt reply, with no hint of amusement at his statement. "It would have been more interesting if you had tried to guess." M.A.R.I understood humor better than any AI he'd ever seen. She also knew her pretending to misunderstand him was its own brand of sarcasm.
"And..." He sighed, mentally thinking he needed to go talk to the programmers about M.A.R.I's people skills. Though she seemed to only do this to him, probably one of the designer's personal little jokes or some revenge for one to many of Alfarinn's smart comments.
"He's a entrepreneur from England...and a member of Evenhet. Currently visiting Nachton."
Alfarinn stood to go but continued speaking knowing M.A.R.I to be able to hear him anywhere in the building. "That much was obvious."
He took the glass sided elevator down to the lobby and walked at an easy pace to the counter. Dressed in a black form fitting versace shirt and designer slacks, blonde hair loose down to his waist, He doubted the teenager ready for a night on the town was exactly what the man had been expecting.
"Greetings, Mr. Swiftwood. Welcome to the Nachton branch of Evenhet."
((OOC: MARI in blue... I do apologize to those viewing on a white background, it might be hard to see...but it looks good on the black. ))
"Always wanting to be the man in the middle dear..."
A whisper left his lips "Always have been love"
He turned his attention to Alfarinn and his lips curved in a fairly charming smile. "Thank you, Mr?"
He continued serenely. " Have you come to stay in Nachton a while? We can get you accommodations if that is the case. Or is there something else we can help you with?"
Alfarinn stood still with his hands clasped behind his back and waited for the answers, they would then know where to go from there and perhaps a little more about this new arrival.
((OOC: He's not really meant to be impressive, I only meant that he's not dressed very business like for such a large company. He is 1.98meters by the way, that might be about the only thing immediately impressive about his appearance. ))
"I merely came here to pay my respects to the local elders and officially declare my entry into town. After all what good is a guild if one is not an active member?"
"Aron Swiftwood has been added to the register."
"Thank you, Mari." He smiled at the disembodied voice of the computer.
"You are most welcome, Arin."
Alfarinn turned his attention back to Aron and smiled. "It is good to have you in Nachton. If there is anything you need, don't hesitate to ask." He thought for a moment and then added. " I am sure Megan would love to meet you, however she is away on business at the moment. Perhaps another time?"
"The question is love, is she actually out on buisness or merely not taking you serious?" He hated not being taken serious, but it was a mistake few made twice. He drew a business card from the deep reaches of one of his pockets and handed it to Arin.
"Please tell Lady Björn that I would very much like to speak with her when she has time"
He really wasn't certain to make of Aron. Time would tell, his empathy didn't tell him a whole lot save a slight disappointment and dissatisfaction at the answer he received. It could not be helped though. Megan had been dealing with some personal matter that she had not even spoken to him about. Alfarinn knew better than to pry into the situation, he probably didn't want to know.
((OOC: Using what you've stated in your post for his ability, let me know if this is out of place. ))
"Perfect, I'm glad to hear it" He took a quick look at the rolex on his arm.
"I did not mean to steal your valueble time..."
"Liar"
"and being new in town I'm afraid I have little to spare myself. You know how it is"
((OOC: No problem at all, Aron would probably be easier to read for an empath than most, though you might accidentally mistake his and May's (voice in his head) feelings
((OOC: Alfarinn out. Sorry that took so long. O_o. Yes, you are probably an empath's worst nightmare with more than one voice in your head. ))
"Play with fire and you may get burned" May whispered. He sighed, knowing she was complete and utterly right.
Still he was quite satisfied with himself, he liked being mysterious and it seemed he had been fairly succesfull. Now he could start doing some buisness in this odd town.
((OOC: no problem. The voices wouldn't be such a nightmare I think, it's not like a subterfuge light or anything, but it might mean reading two emotions from one person rather than one...or something....ohh..and out!