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Isabel Giovanni (isabel_giovanni) wrote in seasidecafe,
@ 2009-03-10 13:00:00

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Isabel Giovanni: Invisibility
It is rumoured that Monçada, the Archbishop of Madrid, has entire palaces built in the realms of shadow and operates invisibly to even to the eyes of his own clan. It certainly accounts for his longevity, especially within the Sabbat factions. She has not his skills, but can easily slip into the shadows to move where she will. Is it the rustling of silks and silver, or the sounds that the shadows make when they are at play that whispers through the café? Who is to tell, for this once, both are true. Skills must always be honed, practised, and tested lest one lose them. To lose this discipline would be a near fatal mistake, for she relies upon the deception to hide her role as spy for the Family and to provide a skill that no one else in the Family has. Exclusivity has always been a superior survival skill.

Stepping from the shadows, Isabel brushes her hands down her blue and silver silk gown. Shoulders bare, they seem far too luminous to have been hidden from sight in the shadows that the fall of her hair calls to mind; or from the stark black silk masque that partially covers her face, complimenting perfectly the perfection of her complexion. It is still Carnevale, even here on these grey and damp shores.

"I have my own manner of invisibility, as you may see," her lips curl at the small play of words whilst her fingers adjust the lacing of her bodice until the fall of shadows from the laces across her white skin are to her liking: neither too tight, nor too loose, and allowing the drip of diamonds from her necklace to steal under them as she moves. It is only when she is satisfied that the gown gives the impression that it has been chosen and put on to ornament her body and not cover it for modesty's sake that she looks again at the assembly and continues, albeit, very briefly. "It is not perfect, but what is?"

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	notjusta_teaboy 2009-03-10 06:51 pm UTC (link)
	Ianto watches, fascinated, as she steps away from the shadows, seeming to materialise out of nothing. He approaches her slowly; he's seen her around, but can't recall if they've ever spoken. If they have, certainly not for any length of time. "Perhaps not perfect. But impressive." (Reply to this) (Thread)

	isabel_giovanni 2009-03-11 12:49 pm UTC (link)
	Looking over at the speaker, Isabel smiles and inclines her head in greeting. "Buona notte, signore. Grazie, thank you, it is kind of you to say so." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notjusta_teaboy 2009-03-11 05:03 pm UTC (link)
	He nods to her in turn. "You're welcome. It must have taken you quite awhile to learn something like that." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

isabel_giovanni
2009-03-11 05:57 pm UTC (link)

Her expression moves to the serious for a moment as she considers. Isabel finally makes 'mm' of agreement. "It did take longer than learning some other disciplines, but time is something I have in abundance, signore. I do not think there's been a time where we've been introduced formally."

Isabel holds out her hand, "Sono Signorina Isabel Giovanni. Piacere di conoscerla."

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	notjusta_teaboy 2009-03-11 09:34 pm UTC (link)
	He takes her hand, holding it lightly, not shaking it, but unsure about kissing it. She seems the kind of person who has her hand kissed, though. "Ianto Jones. Pleased to meet you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	isabel_giovanni 2009-03-12 09:12 pm UTC (link)
	She feels his confusion, it seems to be all to common to the times, or perhaps just a symptom of his humanity. Waiting the space of a few of his heartbeats, Isabel shakes his hand once and then releases her grip, taking her hand back. "I have heard you speak here a few times, signore. I have enjoyed your words." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notjusta_teaboy 2009-03-12 11:08 pm UTC (link)
	He smiles at her as he withdraws her hand, as though sorry that he didn't know what was the best course of action. He nods. "I've heard you speak as well. You always have something interesting to say." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	isabel_giovanni 2009-03-16 07:19 pm UTC (link)
	Her brow quirks up, amused by his compliments. "Grazie. I do try to enliven what conversation I may. Some nights I manage, other nights," she shrugs, a carefree gesture that holds no worries for what other nights may or may not bring, "other nights, it is a dead end." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notjusta_teaboy 2009-03-16 08:25 pm UTC (link)
	"I think it's that way for most people." He smiles softly. "But you do succeed more often than most." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	isabel_giovanni 2009-03-19 07:41 pm UTC (link)
	"Grazie per il complimento," she falls back into her native speech as she accepts the compliment. I will have to keep my ears open more often in the future nights, then, to listen more." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notjusta_teaboy 2009-03-19 11:31 pm UTC (link)
	He doesn't know Italian, but the meaning is easy enough to figure out. "You're welcome." He smiles softly at her. "You strike me as someone who listens quite well." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

isabel_giovanni
2009-04-04 09:42 pm UTC (link)

Isabel blinks at the young man before her. It has been a very long time since she has seen such open youth. It seems a touch nostalgic if not old-fashioned. She can't help but grin in return. "I do try to listen, it is the first step to mutual understanding."

And the first step to learning deeper secrets and desires, especially when combined with the silent clues that a body can give. Diplomacy and espionage were two sides of the same coin, after all.

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	notjusta_teaboy 2009-04-04 11:47 pm UTC (link)
	He nods. "And that's something we could all use a bit of, really." He looks at her interestedly, but not enough to cross the line into being rude or staring. "You're not from now, are you?" It's not the clothing that gives it away, but her manner of speaking and carrying herself. He's seen enough people dislocated in time to recognise it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	isabel_giovanni 2009-04-05 12:54 pm UTC (link)
	In the short-run, she thinks and nods at the young man. In the long-run, it was better that the family plans were understood only by the key players. "I am not a product of this age, no." There is no harm to admit it, and no point to deny it. "I have existed for a long time and ingrained mannerisms are hard to shake." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notjusta_teaboy 2009-04-05 01:53 pm UTC (link)
	He nods. "They tend to be, yes. Especially when they have a long time to be ingrained." He's used to that, Jack being a mix of ingrained mannerism from all different times, past, present, and future. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	isabel_giovanni 2009-04-06 09:00 pm UTC (link)
	Isabel laughs gently at his answer. "If that is a subtle way of asking my age, I will give you points for creativity." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notjusta_teaboy 2009-04-06 10:35 pm UTC (link)
	He smiles. "I would never ask a lady her age. It tells you so little about a person, anyway." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

isabel_giovanni
2009-04-16 07:58 pm UTC (link)

"Your mother would be very proud of you. True gentleman are rare to find in this age," Isabel smiles at him. Cocking her head, she looks at him and considers his opinion. It is generally true of mortals, but amongst the undead, "Sometimes, though, a person's age can give you a glimpse into how they see the world. But it is all parlour games when all is said and done."

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	notjusta_teaboy 2009-04-16 08:31 pm UTC (link)
	He smiles softly, although there's a hint of sadness to it. "I'm sure she would. And thank you." He nods. "True, but since you're displaced in time, knowing your age wouldn't tell me much about how you see the world anyway." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

isabel_giovanni
2009-04-16 08:48 pm UTC (link)

There is sorrow in his smile. Perhaps his mother has crossed the Veil and he misses her. Isabel does not speak of the spirit world, it disconcerts most mortals, so she pretends that she does not notice the pale emotion.

He is, however, a diplomat through and through, which is something that Isabel admires. "I would be a horrible liar if I allowed you to continue to think I am displaced in time, signore. I have experienced every day... well, night after 1714... since 1564. I am a vampire."

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	notjusta_teaboy 2009-04-16 09:34 pm UTC (link)
	He takes that in as much stride as can really be expected. After all, he catches aliens for a living and has an immortal boyfriend. "And here I wouldn't guess you were a day over 200." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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