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Post by Dante Shamballa on Nov 26, 2010 16:24:37 GMT -5
Every time she was forced to venture into the city proper that rested outside of her complex of buildings it was a reminder of exactly how flawed the world she lived in was becoming. The dead weren't lying in the streets and there weren't plagues and pestilence, but looking at the grey surroundings and the simple dirty poverty you could tell they were coming. Even the people who didn't have the intelligence or learning to realize it showed some desperation in their faces, and this was far from the poorest area in Central itself. The wealthy businesswoman was far too canny to go there, where simply the shine of her shoes could get her mugged or killed.
Right now she was waiting outside the main building of one of her associates in the field of scientific research, having just met with the man and his team. A good deal of the time rather than arranging to have such work conducted in her name Dante tended to fund them with both money and necessary materials; this kept her name out of the main ledgers for the institute concerned and still garnered her the information that she required. The goal wasn't to make yourself the most impressive, but to stay as discreet as possible so that you kept your power for as long as you could. Besides, didn't she deserve the chance to succeed as well?
Her car seemed to have been taking a bit longer than usual- a matter she was most displeased by, but screaming about it would do no good. For now she simply pulled out her phone and walked over to a nearby park bench which had once been located inside of an art garden but now contained only a few stone statues with tragic expressions and some brown, rotting grass, her phone in her hand and the weight of her pistol comfortable against her side. With well-manicured nails she tapped on the keys of the phone as she sat down, her eyes intently watching her surroundings for anything out of the ordinary but her posture far from tense. Best to be careful without jumping to conclusions.
The phone on the other end of the line continued to ring until it reached the voice-mail. Her tone cool but crisp she left the chauffeur and her assistant a message with her new location, then hung up and sighed. It was so hard to find good help these days...
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Post by Toboe on Nov 26, 2010 16:45:48 GMT -5
Toboe had just entered Central city. He was on alert this was not a safe place to be. But he had to travel through it to get to where he was going. He would have loved to of traveled around it but it would have taken days longer. Besides if anyone saw him they would become curious why he was trying to avoid the city. And he couldn't have that. To anyone who wasn't a wolf they would think Toboe was just a normal human like themselves. The air smelled horrible filled with the scent of humans some filthy who had probably not bathed in weeks some clean but they all smelled horrid just some more so than the others.
He passed several food stands but even though he was hungry. He didn't believe in stealing unless it was absolutely necessary. He decided would dig through some trash later or wait till he got out of the city as see what he could hunt. But walking through the city would take a couple of days and the last time Toboe ate was three days ago. His stomach growled but he ignored it.
After walking for a few hours Toboe spotted a park up ahead. He could see a woman sitting on a bench she didn't look to happy. Behind her there was a couple and a young child playing by the swings and a few other children scattered about the park. The park looked like the perfect place for him to rest for a bit. He quickly headed for a bench not to far from the woman but far enough that he was comfortable and sat down. It wasn't the most comfortable thing he had sat on but it was better than nothing.
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Post by Dante Shamballa on Nov 28, 2010 0:29:39 GMT -5
Every passing minute made it more difficult for the Executive CEO and owner of Shamballa Corp a little more impatient, something that she was not used to. She could wait when she chose, or even when it was required, but this tediousness and potential problem was not something she felt very keen on forgiving, especially when she'd taken such efforts to make sure that the day's appointments were neatly arranged. Unfortunately the choices at this time were waiting and walking, and if she walked it would actually look worse than the waiting would. People didn't expect her to do anything for herself that spanned that scope of physical activity and if she did they'd start expecting it. It was far too much trouble.
There was the sound of children playing and that managed to contain Dante's rage for the moment; rather than ranting or cursing about the state of this situation she kept her composure. Putting on a bad face in front of adults was a poor decision, but in front of children with their parents present? It would only end badly, no matter what the children's actual reaction was. Everyone believed that their offspring were special, a particular blessing, but the woman was canny enough to realize this wasn't generally the case. Of course it was different for her son, but there were rather expansive reasons for that.
As she watched the scene nonchalantly and waited for the phone to ring or the sound of a car to pull up behind her she noticed another figure walking closer- again a child, but this one a bit older than the others and seeming considerably more tired. He sat down and Dante gave him a pleasant if remote smile. "Good afternoon," she told him politely as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small packet of candy, then placed one gracefully into her mouth. All of this delaying was also stopping her from making her lunch appointment.
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Post by Toboe on Nov 30, 2010 15:58:44 GMT -5
Toboe sat watching the children playing. he was tired and ready to get some sleep. But he had an uneasy feeling. He didn't feel safe near the woman sitting on the other bench. He didn't know why but he just had a feeling that he was dangerous. He would have to find a place to rest some time soon. But for now just taking a rest should be enough for now. When he heard the woman say hello to him he looked up and gave a weak smile. "Good afternoon to you to," he said politely in return.
Toboe's gaze darted from here to there never staying in one place to long. But he kept an eye on the woman beside him. He would not let his guard down. As long as she though he was human he would have no trouble with her. Or so he hoped. Looking up Toboe noticed the sky began to grow cloudy. Shortly after it began to rain. Not good. He hated the rain it made his fur begin to smell. He often heard people call it a wet dog smell. He hoped the woman wouldn't notice. If she did he had no idea what he would say or do.
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Post by Dante Shamballa on Dec 4, 2010 15:30:16 GMT -5
There weren't a lot of people in the world these days who were completely at ease with themselves, but even so they didn't glance around as much as this boy did, or seem as anxious to be away from her general vicinity. Dante knew that paying attention to what was going on around her was an important part of having control over her surroundings and her senses, while no better than that of a normal human, were aided by her extensive knowledge and the training she'd gotten from her oldest friend who had far more ability in such fields than she did.
Of course that was no reason to jump to conclusions and make a terribly stupid mistake either. Likely the boy was a pickpocket or one of the preyed upon; few alchemists from the country came into the city of their own accord and wolves were even harder to find. Smiling slightly and nodding in return for his polite if anxious answer the woman checked her phone yet again for the time. Someone really was going to have to explain this once she was back and only sheer luck would preserve some very precious jobs.
Before much more time had passed a light shower began to fall- an unpleasant predicament, not in the least because the rain here tended to be acidic from the manufacturing plants in the area. Almost on cue the children who were playing on the nearby equipment pulled their hoods over their heads and started off in the direction of a more residential area while Dante put her phone back into her purse and pulled out a small umbrella. Just because she didn't expect things to go wrong wasn't a good excuse not to be prepared and with a bit of a grimace she opened the thing, deflecting the rain enough that her suit wasn't likely to be ruined.
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