[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/A0ETWbS.png[/img][/center] [sub]banner credit to [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/users/hellis]Hellis[/url][/sub] --- [b]Time: Summer - 3 Days Prior to the trip to New York City Location: Paris, France[/b] “[color=thistle][i]I don’t care if that is your prerogative, Captain. Continue the search or heaven forbid I ask Princess Lassantra to join your search parties.[/i][/color]” The Ambassador spoke Common Fey, her impatience being made rather clear to Captain Esen, leader of her air sprite spies. The form of Captain Esen was gray and rather transparent, his bright white eyes stared through the sigil projection. He had reported again coming up empty handed. He sent swathes of air sprites under his command to search Lost Haven top to bottom. The Ambassador was demanding the location of one known as Racheli Lorna Desdemona, the metahuman had all but disappeared when she had escaped The Ambassador months before. Captain Esen felt the metahuman brought about a personal motivation for The Ambassador. Try as she might to claim that it is simply recovering loss of property. He wouldn’t dare voice his opinion to The Ambassador, she would force something much worse than Princess Lassantra upon him if he had. Instead he replied, “[i]Yes, My Lady. I will redouble our efforts. The likes of Racheli will not elude us forever. What of the others you encountered?[/i]” The Ambassador held back a biting remark. “[color=thistle][i]I expect a new report within a few days of Racheli. Keep an eye on Gaia’s Champion, well out of sight please. She may as well have eyes in the back of her head. Show extreme caution for the witch as well, that was attached to… what was his name?[/i][/color]” Esen supplied, “[i]Joseph Mathers.[/i]” “[color=thistle][i]Thank you. That is all, Captain.[/i][/color]” Captain Esen bowed deeply, the sigil dissolving at his leave. Within the exceedingly posh Parisian apartment, natural daylight and refreshing aromas of blooming summer flowers flooded through the balcony doors. Tourism was in full swing for the city, the streets were packed with local traffic, tourist buses and cyclists. The Fey roaming the streets were in high spirit. The influx of vulnerable human tourists made for easy deal making, stealing valuables, and eating light or life force. It also gave the more harmless Fey a chance to prank someone new. It was a self sustaining chaos, while that would have The Ambassador content any other year. She paced in her barefeet. Her light blue hair bobby pinned into a [url=http://static1.hairstyle.com/articles/9/14/9/@/644-try-a-high-volume-updo-to-go-with-this-620x0-3.jpg]stylish updo[/url]. While she wore a [url=http://40.media.tumblr.com/ff1886acb8c92e595d18f3f0002cc0d5/tumblr_mghwtpZXCb1rd5fsbo1_500.jpg]pale peach sleeveless dress[/url], a brown bow tied ribbon around her waist. Bach and Vienna respectively were nowhere in sight. The pair of them had taken to avoiding Odette when Captain Esen had come to report. His reports as of late leaving her unpleasant to be around. The text tone rang uniquely for Kendra pulling her attention to more mundane matters. Balancing her extraordinary life with her ordinary. Kendra was reminding her of their ballet company taking a trip to New York City in just a few short days. Agonizingly, Kendra begged Odette to ride in coach with her. A flight that was promising to be the worst time imaginable. She could easily afford to upgrade Kendra and herself to First Class, but her best friend simply [i]insisted.[/i] Who was Odette to deny her whims? “[color=thistle]Bach! We need to speak, now.[/color]” Odette switched to French and called for Bach not unkindly. Bach, a tall Earth Elf begrudgingly poked his leafy head out of their library down the hallway following a path of polished hardwood floors, “[color=darkseagreen]Yes, My Lady?[/color]” “[color=thistle]Please inform our contacts in New York we will not be in the city on business. I do not wish to be disturbed on my trip. I am there for ballet and ballet only. I need to focus.[/color]” “[color=darkseagreen]That is not a problem. Our contacts are minimal.[/color]” Bach replied stepping fully out from the library. His yellowish eyes settled on his human pact partner. “[color=darkseagreen]Give it time and be patient, My Lady.[/color]” “[color=darkseagreen]It is as the Captain said.[/color]” Bach had shamelessly eavesdropped. “[color=darkseagreen]They cannot hide forever.[/color]” [center][h1]---[/h1][/center] [b]Time: Present Location: Lincoln Center, New York City[/b] The spring had been spent primarily in Paris. Odette worked tirelessly focusing on her performances, rehearsal and classes. Her days were filled with dizzying amounts of work not allowing herself to think of her failure during the kidnapping. She walked away arguably the one on top. She had earned a considerable amount of money from the job, learned of a deliriously good memory from the elusive Shroud Syndicate’s leader. Gained a competent, yet unlikely ally in the metahuman named Silence. He had allowed her to mark his soul, something she had planned to make use when the time came. She killed a witch. And yet… Racheli still got away in spite of her efforts. While it earned Odette a roof caved in ontop of her head. A few of the iron burns still lightly visible across her body. Up on stage she danced away her worry allowing her mind to fill of her art. Rigidly she performed en pointe in shoes supplied by their hosts. Sweat beaded across her brow while she schooled her face to neutrality. In her [url=http://www.dancewearballet.com/upload/p_pic_1/DB23002%20Camisole%20Open%20Back%20High%20Neck%20Lace%20Dancewear%20Ballet%20Leotard-1.jpg]ballet leotards[/url] the corps de ballet dancers watching her perform could clearly see the detailed tree tattoo on her back. Floating seamlessly in a circle she finished the circle with a pirouette fluttering her arms across her body. She gently bent folding her legs beneath her bringing her short dance to an end. Soft approving claps from the american dancers while the principal dancer of the parisian company, Vincent Durand, called out his note to Odette. “Beautiful technique as always, Odette. Your face neutral but your body says otherwise. Try to conceal the apparent rage next time. If I can see it it means the audience will as well.” A wave of whispers passed through the men and women some in agreement others disagreeing. Odette smiled tightly her blue eyes icy. Graciously she nodded speaking fluently in English, “[color=thistle]Thank you for the note Vincent.[/color]” Vincent turned to the american dancers explaining the technique while Odette exited the stage rejoining Kendra in the small group of soloists. Chewing the inside of her cheek, her eyes narrowed without truly meaning to her mind wandered back to memories still fresh as the day they occurred.