Diana Elizabeth Lucas (diamondsilence) wrote in thecityofsin, @ 2009-05-08 12:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | chapter two, character: irissa raidan, player: lee, post: narrative |
Chapter Two: Narrative Irissa Raidan
WHO: Irissa Raidan
WHEN: Around 2:30 am on Feb 6th
WHERE: The Morningstar; Irissa's penthouse
WHAT: Irissa is told that the Elari Researcher is still alive and reacts predictably, badly, to the information. Well, if all she wanted was a dead body, she got one.
"I asked you to do something very simple," Irissa did not believe in raising her voice. Brought up a lady in eras when women were often expected to be seen but not heard unless they were entertaining or solely in the company of women, Irissa rarely spoke without something to say and certainly didn't believe volume assisted in any real way with getting one's point across. So as she sat behind the giant rosewood desk she'd been using for well over a hundred years, she maintained her composure despite what could be viewed as a setback.
Apparently, their agents had failed and the Elari Researcher still lived. While her death was not essential to any plan other than continuing to force those at the top of the Elari pyramid off balance, it did cause a slight downward quirk in her lips. Few people got to see her make such a face; only those she cared for enough not to kill lived to tell they had seen the Raidan Rose frown.
This particular agent was not going to live to tell the tale. He stood far enough away that she couldn't reach him immediately, but that meant nothing. There was no where he could hope to run to out distance her displeasure. "What result was it I requested?" Her voice drifted, seemingly no more than smoke, across the distance between them. Irissa brought her hands together on top of the desk and fixed her brown eyes on a portion of the wall to the left of the former man, he was a vampire now, at the level of his head.
"The dead body of the Elari Researcher, Mistress Raidan," it was a formal name for a formal situation. Then again, unless you were her brother, Thane, you didn't dare shorten her name very much or make it something cute. Irissa had removed tongues from subordinates for such things. After all, one had to maintain a certain discipline in these matters.
"Yes, and I see you have neglected to produce the desired result," when she rose it was a slow, languid motion. "How many of your men did you lose?"
"All except myself, Mistress, I thought someone should return to tell the tale."
"You mean you sought a justification for your cowardice," that last word was no more than a whisper laced with the sound of the rasp of metal as if someone were pulling a chain into place.
"We were no match for the Knight, perhaps if I had been allowed to take a larger group..."
She cut him off with the motion of a hand drawing across her throat. His fate was already sealed. "I will offer you something different. The result: your dead body. The options: you may kill yourself or I will kill you. Chose quickly."
He was a young vampire, most of those sent after the researcher had been young, little more than children really. However, that did not excuse them from having to live up to Irissa's expectations. He hesitated and in a blink, the Mistress Raidan drew a blade, one of several kept in her office for just this purpose and decapitated him. He laid there bleeding into her carpet as she made her way back to her desk and laid the bloody blade on top of it. It left maroon streaks on several pieces of paper, private correspondence. Irissa did still find it fun to write letters to people. It gave her messengers something to do and reasons to be places and eavesdrop, a habit she encouraged.
One thing she was thankful for however was that he had no beating heart to spray blood all over her ceiling. That was so much harder to get cleaned up. As it stood, she was going to have to replace her carpet. Such sadness, it had been a lovely carpet. Then she reached out for Thane.