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Lord Tobias Hurst, Duke of Devon (lord_hurst) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-08-08 21:41:00

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Lord Hurst: A Ball In His Honour
Item: An invitation sent out by Lord Hurst to many of those in the upper portion of society
Who: Lord Hurst on behalf of Sergius Petrov
Warnings: TBA
Open to: All of the nobility, friends of the Hurst family, those being blackmailed by Sergius, plus Constance, Slater, and Harry.

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mizslater
2008-08-10 06:50 pm UTC (link)

Delia was terribly bored. Inclined to hang back in parties as she was, she usually did manage to snag herself at least one young man to keep her entertained, or perhaps a young lady that she could verbally pick apart, watching her as she tried not to burst into tears, but no one caught her eye. Or they had not yet, at least. If she could not find herself someone to save her from her boredom she would be forced to write off the entire evening as a loss, which would annoy her to no end as her occasional glances to her father and his whore told her they were having a good time. She loved her father, but he and his tart were not allowed to have a better time than she did. She decided she would have to be more proactive.

She was as charming as ever, her gown in the very same shade of blue as her eyes, dark hair done up in the latest style, jewelry and shoes matched in the seemingly effortless perfection she was known for. And her loveliness had not gone unnoticed, a few looks over her person had resulted in a few flirtatious conversations with wealthy looking, well-bred gentlemen. Unfortunately none of them struck her fancy enough for her to stay longer than a conversation, after all, she was looking for entertainment, not more work. Perhaps her recent stay with the major and his family had caused her to be more gun-shy than she would have liked to believe.

Grabbing another glass of wine, she moved to a spot where she could keep an eye on all that was going on. From there she decided to engage in her second favorite hobby: people watching.

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etiquette_
2008-08-10 07:02 pm UTC (link)

Ramez was also people watching. He was standing in a corner cradling his wine as he observed everyone in attendance. Fisher, Slater, the two feuding lords of the underworld were high focus points for him. Lord Hurst drew his attention more often than not as did the Russian. Were these all competition? Hurst could possibly be associated with any of these "leaders" so that did make him a threat. How would Ramez go about it?

He set his eyes intently on a few people as he remained unobserved when a woman stepped infront of him, seemingly doing the same thing, and blocked his vision. With a disgruntled wrinkle of his nose, the Spaniard stepped forward and tapped her gently on the shoulder. "Pardon me, Senoria, but I am afraid you are obstructing my view of the party... just because I am not part of it does not mean I do not wish to witness it."

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mizslater
2008-08-10 07:24 pm UTC (link)

She turned her head at the touch to her shoulder and the accented voice in her ear, she did like a good accent from time to time, though here lately she had grown bored with the french as it was so frequently heard these days. Brilliant blue eyes finding their way up to the face that belonged to the finger that had so rudely tapped at her without permission, deciding then that the accent had to belong somewhere on the Mediterranean rim from the sun-kissed tint to his skin. Spanish, or perhaps Italian, she couldn't be bothered to know as she 'did not speak foreign'.

"If such a tiny thing as I am obstructing your view, perhaps the good Sir should find himself a new and better vantage point from which to view the goings on. Or perhaps grow another foot as I am not very tall but one could see much better over me from such a height." She had such a mouth on her, and was not inclined to apologize or meekly move as would most of her sex when confronted by such an imposing stranger.

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etiquette_
2008-08-10 07:36 pm UTC (link)

At first the Spaniard did not look impressed. Then as he looked down at her a smirk formed at one side of his lips and if possible, his formidable manner became even more unnerving. This girl had fire. She was pretty, and unafraid to call him on his little point, and it intrigued him.

"Size does not matter when your aura projects so violently around you," he said cryptically. "Nor does it come into play when your ego seems to make you seven inches taller..."

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mizslater
2008-08-10 07:47 pm UTC (link)

She raised her eyebrows at that, managing to keep herself from grinning. His reaction pleased her a great deal as she had expected him to grow annoyed or merely to grumble and move away. She liked a healthy, witty exchange and he seemed willing to offer her that.

She turned it right back on him, enjoying the thought of a good give and take between them. "If that is true, Sir, then your extra seven inches should make it so your view is never obstructed. Those of my country are usually of the milkweed sort and are rarely so tall, so you should have no trouble seeing anything you wish to in rooms as crowded as these."

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etiquette_
2008-08-10 07:55 pm UTC (link)

"You would think I could see over all, but I seem to have met my match with you," he replied, soft and smooth as he sipped his wine with an air of indifference that usually infuriated people he spoke to. He wanted to test this little woman. She didn't seem to be backing down and secretly that made her a deeper mystery to be explored at any opportunity. "Your words seem to flutter up and stick in the air like smoke... you are a new creature and one which I am most fortunate to meet."

With another smile Ramez extended his hand. "I am Ramez Detraum. And you are?"

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mizslater
2008-08-10 08:07 pm UTC (link)

"How poetic, I shall have to remember that. Though I will say the word 'smoke' does seem to come up a great deal when one is speaking of anything that has to do with me, perhaps I should look into that." she knew well that 'fire' was a better and more frequent word, as she did tend to burn and smolder. She did like it, surprisingly, but then she had always been enthralled by fire.

"Cordelia Slater." she slid her delicate hand into his, half expecting him to crush it in his massive hand. It was so refreshing to find a man dressed so well exuding so much masculinity, and there was hardly anything more she liked in a man than masculinity.

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etiquette_
2008-08-11 10:02 am UTC (link)

A Slater? This was too delicious, he had to be dreaming. With a flicking blink of his eyes he studied her closely. This was not too good to be true... please, fate, do not be so cruel. "Pleasure to meet you, Senorita Slater, Fire of London," he said smoothly. "I am referred to as an inferno more often than not. I would disagree but I cannot deny that I leave many infernos in my wake..." He glanced around the room as if she were already boring him but he continued to speak. "One cannot help the fact that sparks fly where they will, especially around me. Judging by my meeting you this evening and despite your icey appearance," he added, meaning her dress, "it seems I have the brightest in my midst."

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mizslater
2008-08-11 11:35 am UTC (link)

"You do have a tongue as smooth as silk, Mr. Detraum, I am very sure you leave many burning in your wake with such talk as that." and while he was very charming, Delia was quite fond of the way he pronounced S' in his exotic accent, but she was not so easily taken in. But it did leave her more inclined to remain in his company, so perhaps his words were having the desired affect after all.

She knew his game, she played it often enough to know it well, but this was one of the rare times she got to be on the receiving end. "But tell me, what brings you to England, and to this..." she glanced out at the crowd for a moment then looked back to him. "Dull affair?"

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etiquette_
2008-08-11 11:44 am UTC (link)

He had meant inferno literally - anyone who knew the Detraum family also knew their penchant for flaming buildings - but he hadn't the heart to stand there and explain, shattering the illusion. She was on to him, he knew that, but she seemed to find it fun and so Ramez continued in the same way.

"Business. I am here to assess my competition and attempt to gain new clients, but so far I cannot find anyone who might be in need of any of my services. How about you, Senorita? A lady such as you should be charming the likes of the bachelors on the dance floor. Unless... you are one of those 'different women', the ones so intent to be independant that you are putting off the plight for marriage until you have your adventure out of your system."

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mizslater
2008-08-11 12:09 pm UTC (link)

"I do my best to always attend the right parties every season, Sir, and any event thrown by Lord Hurst is usually the talk of the whole year. Also," she added a slight smile coming to her lips and she tilted her head in the direction of her father. "My father was planning to attend and he has been doing his best to keep his eye on me thanks to his concerns of the potential actions of one, Mr. Fisher." it also had something to do with all the trouble she had been stirring up lately, but Mr. Detraum did not need to know that.

That smile only grew, "I am not one of the miserable few who think marriage is just cause to dampen an adventurous spirit and should be avoided. Most of the bachelors here, while charming and well turned out, are hardly worth the effort I have found, so that is why I have come to stand here and observe, hoping some late arrival will spark my fancy."

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etiquette_
2008-08-11 01:46 pm UTC (link)

As Ramez spoke to this woman he was learning all the more about his new residence in London. Fisher and Slater did not trust each other, and knew of each. Fisher was quite a one, and Slater was a master at working the room if what Ramez had seen was to be believed. Judging by his daughter he was a strong person. If children were the product of their parents, Cordelia might be a carbon copy.

"Late arrival?" Ramez inquired innocently, taking another idle sip from the glass. "I was only tardy by a few minutes. Hardly what you could call late..." his eyes twinkled in that knowing manner and he hid his grin beneath the glass as he took another drink.

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mizslater
2008-08-11 02:00 pm UTC (link)

That caused her to chuckle lightly. "Such cheek for a foreigner." she was pleased he had tapped her and had caused her to forget the boredom of a few moments ago. "You are very bold, Sir, is it particular to you or is it a common trait among your countrymen?" she was fishing for information as always, most she came across usually gave up more than they were willing when confronted with drink and her lovely, sweet face.

"You mentioned looking for clients, Mr. Detraum, what is it that you do?" she was hoping it would be something useful to her as she was growing to like this spaniard before her. It would be a shame if she had to toss him away because he wasn't useful.