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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 26, 2006 14:56:41 GMT -5
"Catch his name too while your at it!" Voltaire snapped back, lousy blondie, he thought as he took another drink of port. it burned a little, hmmm better than the other stuff he thought.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 26, 2006 15:02:19 GMT -5
Vincent approached the blonde guy. "Hey, can I get you something?" he asked.
The guy straightened up in his seat and looked at him. "Yeah, sure, baldy, I'll have a brandy. Make it a strong one, too, I heard about the weak drinks you serve in here." He turned back to Isabella. "So, anyway, what's going on in yer life, Izzie? You've got a nice glow to yer face."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 26, 2006 15:17:54 GMT -5
Isabella swallowed the last of her firewhiskey. She wanted another, but needed to keep her wits about her. "Nothing for me, thanks," she said, dismissing Vincent with a wave of her hand. She glared at her companion. "Charles, how many times do I have to tell you, don't call me Izzie," she said through her teeth. "Now, you're here to report on the recruiting of the giants, so let's just skip the pleasantries and get on with business."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 26, 2006 15:23:12 GMT -5
Voltaire turned in his seat to see that Blondie as he had dubbed him was pouring on the charm, he hated him already!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 26, 2006 15:36:12 GMT -5
"I see you haven't changed a bit," said Charles. "Well, all right then, things are going well. I've got most of the giants convinced already, there are just a few stragglers that live outside the main group that I have yet to convince. But the others are just waiting for his orders."
"OK, then," she said. "I'll bring the report back to the Dark Lord and I'm sure he'll be in contact with you." She leaned back. "Are we done here?"
"Wait, I think I deserve to know what else is going on here," he said. "Why am I being kept on the outside?"
"Because we're all serving him , and it's his decision on what we know and when. Just be patient." She spotted Vincent coming with the brandy and fell silent.
He grinned. "You do look lovely tonight, Isabelle. You always did. Why didn't we go out at Durmstrang?"
She smiled coldly. "Because you were a pig, and you still are. Don't even try to flatter me, it won't work."
Charles sipped his brandy. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were distracted tonight. You won't even look at me, and I spent hours getting my hair just right. Who are you looking at?" He turned around and saw a dark-haired man sitting at the bar.
"That's none of your business. Look, you've said what you came to say, and I think we're done here." She stood up. "I suggest you get to work on convincing those stragglers if you really want to be in his good graces." She walked over to the bar and handed Vincent her glass. "Another one," she said. "Make it quick."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 26, 2006 15:58:48 GMT -5
Voltaire was surprized to see that she had gotten up from her little chat, But taking advantage of this Opportunity to show up pushbroom "Hello Temptress, How are You this evening?" he said turning on his charming smile.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 26, 2006 18:13:13 GMT -5
"I'd be just fine if I could get another drink," she replied, flashing him a grin.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 26, 2006 19:39:58 GMT -5
"Well that depends if the Barkeep here, can coordiate enough to pour your drink. I know I'm in wonder of your beauty just from here." he said knowing he was laying it on really thick. but he hoped she'd get the hint that he really just wanted to rub it in Vincent's nose.
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Post by deatheatertime on May 26, 2006 19:50:43 GMT -5
Jake strolled into the Hog's Head and looked around for Voltaire.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 26, 2006 20:00:46 GMT -5
Voltaire Winked at Isa and then saw Jake enter the bar, Subject had grown tired of nuts and sat on his shoulder, He waved for Jake to sit with him and said across the bar "How goes it Lemming? I do believe i've heard good news! Sit down would you?" Isa moved away from the bar and on the other side of Voltaire.
**OCC,I know were not allowed to do that, but she's not here to move herself!**
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Post by deatheatertime on May 26, 2006 20:03:19 GMT -5
"Hello." Jake said walking over and sitting near Voltaire. "I don't have any news."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 26, 2006 20:15:55 GMT -5
" I do, You and I must find one werewolf by the name of Greyback, We will have to either bring him down, or question him" he said slipping into a different gear.
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Post by deatheatertime on May 26, 2006 20:18:46 GMT -5
"Why don't we just stun him and take him somewhere?" Jake suggested.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 26, 2006 20:56:41 GMT -5
"We have to find him first Jake" Voltaire said slowly, as if speaking to a child
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 26, 2006 22:42:46 GMT -5
Isabella took her glass from the bartender, and sipped her drink. She was about to make a reply to Voltaire when she spotted Jake coming in. She groaned and moved aside. What lousy timing! She couldn't show any interest in Voltaire while Jake was here, and there was no other distraction but that idiot Charles. She took her glass and moved to the other end of the bar and leaned against it casually, so she could listen in on their conversation.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 27, 2006 0:26:32 GMT -5
Voltaire noticed the move and smiled at Jake "Well we can't just both stand here and drink till were stupid, I have a led on a werewolf in hogwarts, you can find Grey back!" he said drinking with a smile and shoved Jake towards the door, then he turned back to Vincent and gave him a smile "would you have clean water for my rat? Oh i mean the white one on my shoulder. Salted nuts after all" he said getting Subject and putting him on the bar.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 27, 2006 1:05:26 GMT -5
Vincent shrugged and grabbed a pitcher of water and an empty glass. Pouring the water into the glass, he placed it in front of Voltaire. Then he looked over at Jake. "So, I guess he wasn't kidding about the fat lip. Hope you two are going to be able to get along with each other while you're working together."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 27, 2006 12:50:42 GMT -5
Subject ran down Voltaires' arm and to the glass of water. "Don't drown now." He said to the rat that dunked it's head into the glass.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 27, 2006 13:07:28 GMT -5
Vincent laughed. "I could get him a bowl instead, if you'd prefer," he said. He looked over toward Isabella, who was sipping her drink slowly now. "Too bad you were interrupted, I was curious to see where your attempts with her would go. Maybe I should go into the back and change into myself and see where I get with her."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 27, 2006 13:16:33 GMT -5
"I doubt you'll get far!" he snapped and transfigured the glass into a blow, which then Subject thought it was a perfect time for bath time.
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