The Magician, Aloysius Darling (semi_phenomenal) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-09-06 15:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: aloysius darling, char: quinn abraham, location: the carnival nightclub, time: 2009 09 |
Who: Aloysius and Quinn
When: Sept 3 [backdated a couple of days]
Where: The Carnival
What: Aly has been given a special duty...
Warnings: Mild language?
The club was closed, though music still played more softly but upbeat in the background as a couple of The Carnival's closing workers started cleaning up while another couple started to tidy up the bar and do the tally. Normally Aloysius Darling was down among them, chipper and interested in everything.
Tonight however he was up in his large, finely appointed office that you never saw if you didn't know it was there from the floor. His employees all could, but it took more than your average witch or wizard to find it up here at the top of the building where the windows all looked down into the interior. The ones that looked outside currently had the shades drawn casually.
It wasn't early enough to worry about the light of dawn yet, however, but it was a precaution Grace had stalked around doing, part of her still fussy over her new childe even as she prepared to essentially abandon the woman into his keeping. How Grace had found him after all this time was something of a wonder, but then, she'd always been extremely well connected.
Well, at her age, Aly thought, she would be.
The djinn had been more shocked than anything else when she'd come in from the Alley with this tasty little tidbit in tow, demanding a past favor be repaid by his minding her while she went about some Very Important Business.
He didn't ask. He knew he didn't want to know.
Now he leaned against his desk as the sound of the vampire leaving faded into the distance. The djinn was completely decked out for one of the busiest club nights, the blousy maroon shirt shot through with gold threads opened partway down his lean toned chest, his make up absolute perfection of black and gold, black hair styled up with the tips also a red that went with the entire ensemble. Tight pants and expensive boots completed the outfit along with rings and earrings.
Flamboyant. Dramatic. He practically screamed drama and attention, but not the disturbing sort. The entertaining sort. He tapped a finger against his full lower lip thoughtfully as he regarded his new charge. "Well, well, well, poppet, I think we've both been given something of a surprise tonight," he drawled mildly in a very posh British accent that somehow seemed... off of current speech, just faintly. As if it were slightly out of place in time, but one couldn't quite place how or why. It was a rich, lovely voice though.
"Do tell me, my darling bit of fluff, just what am I supposed to do with you?"