Vasser, Party of Two.

[Vespa]

Vasser, Party of two. Not a word left her lips as she strutted through the doors of Dina's but her presence spoke louder then she ever needed to. The Maître d' nearly panicking at the sight of Lady Ryder Biana Vasser, gathering a menu and hustling staff around her. Nameless no ones hustled to take her cape and hat and just as quickly vanished into the nothingness. Calmly the Maître d' gathered himself and politely offered his hand towards the available seating.

It had become a bit of a routine for the restaurant. They all knew what made Lady Ryder happy, if that was at all possible. The nervous Hound of a host guided the Council member to the usual table quietly nestled near the back. Politely he pulled out the chair for her and waited for her to sit. Lady Ryder grasped gently at his fore arm, stopping him dead in his tracks.

“I'll be expecting a guest soon.”

Her hand released it's grasp and quietly she sat. The Hound was ready and pushed the chair in behind her. He knew well what that meant. A guest usually meant she'd be dealing with some kind of business. Something no one else should be involved in. He set the menu on the table before her and just as the host left a trembling waitress arrived with a chattering tray of bread. Lady Ryder watched the poor girl. The Mouse could feel the bold eyes watching and only chattered the dish ware louder as she placed the butter dish on the table. Ryder smirked. She could tell the young girl wanted to panic. But she did well. With a nod the young waitress was off and finally breathing.

Miss Vasser didn't bother with the menu and simply sat awaiting her guest. The restaurant was like a well oiled machine. A creature that breathed of life. The waiters and waitress bustled about like little worker ants knowing just what they were to do. Speaking of, the sommelier was quick about with a bottle of the most expensive champagne the restaurant carried. Without a word of instruction he poured a small glass, allowed the Lady to sample, and with a small wave he left the bottle in a cooler beside the table.

With repetition anything can be mastered.

[Rook]

Marcus Spire for one, hated repetition in any form, even if his brand of breakfast cereal, though his presence, unlike the esteemed Lady Vasser's did not exude an aura of doom. Marcus had his own methods of disturbing the hired help, intentional or not.

The Borzoi Dog was the product of good breeding, but eccentric upbringing, to put it lightly, silky black and white fur gleaming from a recent cut as he made his entrance (leaving a very horrible red feather boa at the front where the black hats and jackets were kept). His attire otherwise was fairly normal, except for the customary white lining on the inside of his jacket and white tie, he had donned a dark wine color, nearly the same as the feather boa.

His hair was slicked back so not a hair sprung out of place, but his eyes were much less organized and kept bumping into and jumping over everything. They finally began to settle and focus as he caught a glimpse of the horse.

He smiled wryly as he thought to himself Good breeding surely, but eccentric would be putting it far too lightly. I'll have to watch myself under the table, lest I be castrated.


Marcus couldn't say he was particularly intimidated, though he knew he should have been. It was the kind of young hubris that had led him to take a jaunt around the raging stormy waters of the Kia Republic a year ago, a voyage from which he had recently recovered from. The reason for his trip?

Well there were all sorts of official papers, that lay claim to that, but Marcus himself suspected there had been no real credible reason at all. Not that they could print that.

He was mannerly, despite recieving an unhealthy amount of attention upon arrival, the young dog gave a customary half-bow to the Lady Vasser, as the aristocratic hound settled into his seat, waving away the help with a decidedly elegant wave of the paw, rather out of place among his other traits.

Especially that cheese-eating crooked smile.

"A pleasure to meet you this day, my lady".

[Vespa]

{Sorry I'm a slow butt Rookums }

With hardly a change in it's pace the Burzoi entered and the Vanner's eyes caught and followed his approach. Her countenance hadn't changed but for the smallest smirk. The two may have been quite different but Lady Vasser knew they would be in agreeance one way or another. To his bow she returned a nod.

“A pleasure to meet you, Mister Spire. You have survived yet another trip I see.”

Though it was more of a business meeting and no real reason to perpetuate the facade of a social event Lady Vasser saw nothing wrong with a bit of small talk. She couldn't say the two had a particular friendship, regardless of the fact that attributing that word to the relationship would hardly have the same connotation as in common relationships, but there couldn't be any harm in perhaps attempting to create one. Besides, it could be said the Lady was attempting a little “Good cop” so long as it would be effective.

Her hand dipped and gently cradled the bowl of her champagne flute. The rim hovered just over her lips as she bantered.

“I'd request you allow me to join you on one of your adventures but unfortunately I have business to attend to here.”

Her eyes glinted with mischief. Of course she was alluding the the secret plot she had asked him here for. But she would get to that part later. The flute rested against her lip and gently she sipped at the sparkling champagne as she watched her counterpart.

[Rook]

"What a shame, Miss Vasser, contrary to popular belief I find having a well-to-do woman on board a bid for good faith, and an improvement in the help, you could say envy is a proper motivation." He studied his well manicured claws for a moment, and then added. "Oh I assure you, there's nothing in the Republic that can match the monsters here".

A twinge of sarcasm there?

"Anyway, perhaps the Kia Republic is a bit too gamey for one such as yourself, we're still...rubbing out a few rough corners, you could say". His smile became more strained, but his blue eyes still beamed out at her as the waiter pulled out his chair for him, and he swooped, bird like into his seat.

He looked down at her from his tapered muzzle, raising an eyebrow "I don't mean to be blunt, sehr Vasser, but I doubt you've called me here for any fish stories, though I do have a wealth of those".

Not to mention the enourmous eel- about the size of a hoverbus they had had to eliminate on the way back- but of course that wasn't dinner table talk.

[Vespa]

Briefly Lady Vasser chuckled. Her glass floated gently down to rest again on the table top before she spoke.

“Only such perception could be expected from a man who has so many. You are quite right in your presumption. I have a very important matter with which to speak to you about.”

Adjusting herself in her seat she lent forward with elbows on the table and a hand floating about her cheek as she spoke. It was like sharing a secret in school but Miss Vasser knew nothing of such behavior. Perhaps it was simply instinctual.

“I'm sure you know that I have not been a council member for very long but I assure you I know well it's monsters. I also know your position towards the Angels. And I must say I agree with you. The Guild is proving detrimental to the progression of this city.”

Her tone sobered from the fiery trouble maker to a calm collected politician concerned for the future of her biggest investment.

“Thus far our efforts to initiate change on this matter have had little to no effect. But with your help I believe this can be amended.”

With a pause she waited for his response thus far. Her eyes locked upon his eager to find out what he might have to say about her insinuation. If he had no interest, now was the time to figure out how to get him interested. Without help this could all end very poorly for the headstrong equine.

[Rook]

Marcus was silent for a few seconds, and then his laughter surfaced like a boil from a bubbling pot, it was a weightless sound, but not unpleasant, it was deep,didn't sound like it could come from someone so thin.

He looked up, blue eyes flashing to meet her gaze. "So you have listened to a few of those conferences? Believe me sehr, you are the only one who watches those boring things. You must be a fan of me, eh"? He shook his head, leaning back into his seat and crossing his arms over his chest, a natural movement, almost as thought he wished to fold a pair of wings back into himself.

His eyes narrowed a little, subtley but surely not something the horse would miss.

"I'm an explorer sehr, you must know that if you've done as much research as I think you have. What makes you think I have any real interest in this city's quibbles? I've found long ago that it's easier to profit abroad...away from 'paradise', as it were"?

His blue eyes were now locked on her own, this was a bit of a test now. He didn't take her entirely seriously do to her sex.

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