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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 2, 2014 9:45:38 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 2, 2014 9:45:38 GMT -5

It never ceases to amaze Victorique as to how a pair of aristocrats who just so happened to be talented investors in properties managed to draw this big of a crowd full of important people into one single location. It wasn't even like they were presenting a seminar of sorts, teaching people how to spend their money and such, it was just another masquerade party at the Roseland Ballroom. And no, they didn't pick that venue solely based on the fact that it had a part of their last names in it. The place was huge, and it provided a lot of room for the guests to mingle around, whilst allowing the servers and kitchen staff sufficient space to work with comfort and not in a cooped up kitchen filled with disgruntled employees.

And as the offspring of such a renowned French couple, the young woman is somewhat responsible in filling the gaps and transcending the language barrier that her parents sometimes failed to do because of how foreign English was to them. Thankfully for her, she spent most of her teenage years growing up in the United States, so interacting and socializing with the other guests came as no problem to her whatsoever, despite there being a tinge of an accent from her homeland that she's kept ever since her childhood. It wasn't much, but you definitely wouldn't have to pay attention to each and every single word she says to know where she hails from. Besides, most of the male guests often had their eyes settled on two other melon-sized objects as opposed to her face during those 'conversations'.

Nevertheless, there she was, clad in a dazzling blue dress which perfectly complimented every little detail of every little curve her body possesses, especially her entire back and sides, what with them being revealed in all its glory. Silky smooth Caucasian skin, naturally tanned from her hours spent exploring around the world, without a hint of blemish or any scars that would cause the slightest bit of imperfection. Additionally, she also had on a pair of gloves and thigh highs, for the sake of increasing the overall elegant look that she's going for. Sexy, in a sense, and she knows that, but not to the point of others possibly labelling her as something else. To keep up with the theme of this being a masquerade party and all, she also had on a blue mask to match with the colors of her dress. It covered nearly three quarters of her face from view, leaving her lower cheek and jaw, along with providing room for sight and breathing, and that's pretty much it.

It was fun seeing how people interacted with one another. While some obviously kept to the theme of veiling their own mysteriousness, others found it way too corny and decided to drop the gimmick altogether. Victorique knew full well that her identity had been compromised by now, but that didn't stop her from having a good time of her own. With nothing but a glass of sparkling apple juice in hand- because the taste of anything alcoholic sends a chill down her spine in which she could not explain, she continued wandering around the large hall, occasionally greeting the fellow strangers if they were to be the ones initiating the conversation, but mostly searching for those whom she hadn't really had a chance to talk to. Meeting new people, that's always the fun part, and what with your guest list ranging from A-list celebrities to politicians to fellow businessmen and women of various backgrounds, you're definitely in for a treat.

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 2, 2014 14:24:31 GMT -5

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Post by Fleur Orland on Feb 2, 2014 14:24:31 GMT -5

So quaint, so utterly quaint. Fleur really could not get enough from things like this. Over the centuries, she had used pretty much any opportunity to attend parties like this, simply because it reminded her of those good old days. Not that she had ever attended anything like this during her childhood, no, but she had always dreamt about it. So this was living the dream, in a way, although it wasn’t like she had imagined it. No more, at least. It was all more modern, and the talks less classy, but that was just the flow of time, wasn’t it? Nothing she could do about it, aside from trying to make the best out of it.

Besides, she was not exactly here to party. Well, at least not entirely; she’d never just ignore such an opportunity. But there was also a kind of work to do here. In fact, that was the very reason why she had come here in the first place, and sorta kinda snuck into the event, to meet one of those bount. It was rare enough to encounter reproductive bount, but even rarer to find them alive, so she had already taken measure’s to guarantee their safety. And now she only needed to ensure their cooperation.

To that end, she had dressed up in this beautiful white dress, much less revealing and more formal than what the other women around were wearing. That was deliberate, at least in a way. Sure, she preferred such a style for herself, as it was deemed classier, but it was also a fashion statement the elder bount was trying to make. To appear more harmless, more, um, innocent in a way, that was the goal. Being too predatory would make all this needlessly harder, so everything was fine like this.

She’d already spent some time socializing, taking a compliment here, giving a laugh there, but she never stuck around too long in any place, as she was still searching for that person. The masquerade did not make it any easier, and yet, it hardly affected her at all. After all, she already knew how that young woman looked like, so a small mask could not do that much of a difference. Although she always had to remind herself that this one really was a young woman, was an even rarer second generation bount. That called for a drastically different approach than talking to one closer to her in age, but not that much. After all, she wasn’t too old fashioned herself.

Still, once she spotted her, Fleur immediately changed her course to get ahead of the wandering woman, trying to play the party game. Still out of sight, she tried to wait for her in a spot she had to pass, just so she could be the one approached, and not the approacher. It mattered little in the long run, yes, but that was just how she always acted on parties, although it needed good timing. Otherwise she’d end up with some boring people blocking her, discouraging anyone. It did seem to work this time, though.

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 2, 2014 15:33:54 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 2, 2014 15:33:54 GMT -5

And it would definitely work. However, her apparent stalker's plans did get delayed by those who wandered ahead of her. Victorique made it a point to speak with every person at least once, in hopes of maintaining her parents' reputation, as well as the pride and dignity of her family. That was all she could ever do, really, what with her lacking of interest in business and such, so she wouldn't be able to continue on with the legacy they'd leave behind. Perhaps one day, she'd find a male suitor, but with her current lifestyle, getting married was the least of her priorities.

It took her awhile- fifteen minutes to be exact, before Victorique eventually came across this young woman, dressed in white. The color scheme certainly complemented her hair well. A simplistic gown of sorts that did its job fairly well. Not overly extraordinary like her own, but not too bland that it wouldn't pass the test too. Nonetheless, once the daughter of this party's hosts approached the aforementioned young lady, she was quite surprised about their slight difference in height. Its not everyday that you get to see a person of the same gender taller than you when you're already five foot seven, but height mattered little when it came to one's overall appearance, and the young French-American was impressed, to say the least.

"Good evening, Miss." A clichéd start to any conversation, but that is to be expected when you're greeting someone you did not know, or had no idea as to whom it was under that mask. Victorique's gentle, million-dollar smile was usually sufficient in offering a faint welcoming aura, but exuberated enough confidence to the point where she knows she's one step above some of the middle-class citizens present in this banquet today. It wasn't anything malicious, nor was it her looking down on people, she just looked up to herself, quite a bit, actually. "Are you enjoying ze festivities? Ze wine, I heard, is fantastic, though I could not offer you my personal opinions on it."

That light hint of a French accent in her voice would have been more audible, had there not been hundreds of other guests present in this very room, most engaging in simple conversations as they themselves currently were. Otherwise, she speaks fluent English, and some might even say that her understanding of this language far exceeds some of the locals. Though that has yet to be proven, a compliment here and there wouldn't hurt one's pride too much, eh?

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 3, 2014 19:48:11 GMT -5

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Post by Fleur Orland on Feb 3, 2014 19:48:11 GMT -5

Excellent. Fleur smiled knowingly, when she noticed that person coming along – she did love it when a plan came together like this. It did take a bit, yes, and she’d had to indulge in some meaningless banter, but patience was a virtue after all. She did not mind waiting a little bit, if it meant getting what she wanted, the way she wanted it.
“And a good evening to you as well, mylady,” she replied right away, indicating a slight courtesy, although she did not go through with it. That would have been a tad bit too old fashioned for these days, now wouldn’t it? Either way, Fleur was quick to give that newcomer her full attention, violet eyes giving the other a quick, but by no means inappropriate glance. After all, she already knew about this one, despite not having met her in person yet, and there was no use in invoking wrong impressions. This was quite the harmless conversation, after all, between two women with a slight accent. Fleur’s was just a bit more mixed, due to her exposure to other languages, but also toned down quite a bit. Centuries of talking did that to one, although she mostly spoke French with her doll.
“Wine is a fine thing to enjoy on an occasion like this, although I have to admit, I, too, prefer much different beverages, Miss Bellerose. And do not be surprised, no mask could ever not betray the host of a party, or their relatives, for that matter.” That was all she said for now, her own face hidden by little more than a small, feathered mask over the eyes. Not that she would truly need a mask in this place, of course, as no one here should actually know her. And if someone, for some reason, recognized her, they would clearly be a strong contender for tonight’s supper. Except for this girl, mayhap. The only thing she got, for now, was a knowing, hopefully mysterious smile.

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 3, 2014 20:56:14 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 3, 2014 20:56:14 GMT -5

"Ahhh.. well darn. I knew I should have gone with a more opera-themed mask, zis is too predictable of me." As she spoke, Victorique wore an apologetic smile, but that is to be expected, especially considering how she had absolutely no clue who she was talking to. It was more or less a mixture of guilt and confusion, since she usually had good memory when it came to most of her parents' friends, and if they were to make new ones they'd usually invite them over for dinner, but that doesn't seem to be the case here. Of course, there are exceptions, but these sharp facial features.. those violet eyes.. Victorique would have definitely remembered remarkable beauty if she laid her eyes on it.

The more she conversed with this woman, the more she felt a sense of mysteriousness surrounding her. Perhaps it was the strange accent that even the aspiring writer could not discern, or maybe its the way she presented herself. Either way, Victorique wouldn't be one who judges another too soon without actually knowing them well enough. First time conversations were always awkward in a sense that you do not know what kind of interests you both shared, or what the other disliked, but she was determined to make this work. Failure or not, she wouldn't know if she hadn't planned on trying. "Oooh! Would you be interested in a glass of organic sparkling grape and apple juice? Zis what I am having now, and I dare say zat it is my third favorite beverage in existence."

"Hm, but I suppose.. now zat you know of my identity, zere must be a beautiful name to match zose beautiful looks. May I have ze honor to learn of what it is?"

In other words, a much more gentler, much more polite way of saying 'now that you know who I am, who in the blue hell are you?', but with her reputation, Victorique wouldn't ever be caught dead spouting something that vulgar. Well, at least not in public.

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 4, 2014 14:18:40 GMT -5

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Post by Fleur Orland on Feb 4, 2014 14:18:40 GMT -5

This was unexpected. From what information she had been able to gather beforehand, Fleur had truly expected this woman to be more aloof, distant, maybe even simply ignorant. For her to not only invite her to a drink, but also make compliments, that was a kind of odd forwardness. It made her blush slightly, one of those reactions even centuries of existence could not simply erase. Besides, it fit and she was genuinely and pleasantly surprised. That would make things even easier.

But first, appearances had be kept. “I would love to. Although I would not dare to ask one of the hosts to personally get me one, bringing herself to the level of a mere servant.” That should be in line and good enough. Not that she really cared about that, she tended to not judge any kind of food or beverage before giving it a try. Some of the most delicious things on this planet had really iffy names, for example. Speaking of names, it was time for introductions.

In order to do so, Fleur now really did a courtesy of sorts, instead of a bow, as she usually preferred. It would have been inappropriate. Either way, this was one of the more crucial parts, and she had, from the beginning, decided to not lie to this one. “My name is Fleur, dear, Fleur Orland. It is an exquisite pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Orland was the last name she usually went with these days, although she had cycled through a few of them by now. She still bery much preferred to use her given first name whenever it wasn’t too impractical, simply because she disliked having to hear for others. Especially when juggling multiple identities.
“Just Fleur will be enough, though, I think there are some formalities we truly can skip.”

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 4, 2014 15:01:54 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 4, 2014 15:01:54 GMT -5

Now now, this was a surprise. Was the girl blushing? Of course she was. Who could resist a compliment given by the ever so humble, ever so modest Victorique Bellerose? Besides, its not an everyday thing, for her to be handing out good comments about people she knew nothing of. Nonetheless, though there was a part of her that wanted to continue teasing this girl, just to see where her limits were, she ignored it for the time being, thinking to herself that there would be a time and place for such a continuation to happen.

"Ah, worry not, dear. Not everyone here drinks wine, you see, so those who know of it could request for refills and such from our servants." With a tiny wave of her free hand, one of the waitresses immediately swooped off to the refreshments section. It wouldn't take long at all, what with the servant to guest ratio being a whopping one to two. That meant one servant per two guests, for the mathematically challenged. Soon enough, the aforementioned waitress would return two glasses of the fruity beverage. The color itself is identical to a light champagne, but once you've sampled it, your taste buds would immediately be overwhelmed by the flavor of grapes, only to fall back into the realm of slight acidity when the applies kick in. The added carbonation was a fun twist, adding a kick to a drink that had already been filled with flavor and glamor. "Do try."

"Fleur.. hm.. are you a native of my homeland as well?"

It is quite strange for Victorique to have not heard of that name, but then again, there are friends of her parents whom preferred keeping things to themselves and staying private, rather than to actually show up on their doorstep and accept their invitation to dinner. "Are you perhaps.. an acquaintance of my parents? Although I've spoken and most of zese other guests here, I'm afraid I've never heard of your name before."

There wouldn't be any possible way for an outsider to sneak in with the amount of security surrounding this building at this very moment. The banquet held today was in fact, a charity raise. With all the recent disasters happening, Victorique's parents have offered to donate quite a hefty sum to rebuild what was lost, and this masquerade party was held more or less to raise awareness, in hopes that other big names might follow in the footsteps of the Bellerose family.

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 5, 2014 19:43:32 GMT -5

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Post by Fleur Orland on Feb 5, 2014 19:43:32 GMT -5

“Oui, unless you are Canadian, of course. But then again, divisions like this are not really all that viable, now are they?” Especially for people who had been born before they had happened, of course. It had taken a few years for Fleur to actually believe there was a difference between Americans and Brits for example. But then again, this really was only important for members of the old guard, such as herself. The elder bount just mused about that for a bit, but was returned to the situation at hand not just by a delivery of fruity juice, but also by a question of interest.

Not because of its contents, of course, as it was very straightforward. Yet at the same time, it begged the question as to why it was poised. Plain interest, suspicion, confusion, hidden agendas? There was a myriad of options, and she’d really liked to know just which of them was in play, if any.

“Hmm, let’s just say we share a bit of history together, although we rarely walked along the same paths. But to be honest, I am not as much their guest today but yours, as there is something we should talk about, although there is no haste to do so.” The old woman looking young kept things vague, of course, but did not actually pause for the sake of drama. At least not entirely, as there was also the business with the beverage offered to her. It would be utmost imprudent not to at least sample it in due time, so she did just that.

Soft, unaltered lips touched the glass, only to then welcome but a sip of it. While not much of a wine drinker, Fleur clearly knew how to do it, sporting long experience of at least pretending she liked it. Even though she’d never been able to guess the year or anything. Either way, she did not need to do that here, but instead found herself tasting something quite good. Befitting an event like this, it was not just simple juice, but something more, something better. Although there were quite a few drinks that could clearly beat this one any day.

“This definitely is eclipsing any kind of wine, in my humble opinion. I hope you will share the name of this with me, so I might be able to get a small stack myself, Mademoiselle. “

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 5, 2014 22:16:33 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 5, 2014 22:16:33 GMT -5

"Indeed. Well, not really.. but ze difference in accent is somewhat noticeable."

A guest, not from her parents, but for her? That was strange. Victorique's parents usually wouldn't hire entertainers aside from pianists and lounge jazz vocalists, so as to keep the light mood of the party going with a bit of music. The young woman did not specifically hear from her parents that they'd gone out of their way to find someone who might be of use to her, but then again, they like keeping things a secret until the very last second, that's how they've always been, though she would necessarily admit to enjoying the element of surprise, because at times, it could get a bit rough.

"Something to talk about, you say?" The part about sharing a bit of history together, she did not understand, and rightfully so, as it was the first time she's ever met this girl, or heard of her name. Yet, she let that slide, because her thoughts wandered straight towards the upcoming topic of discussion that her conversational partner had apparently booked. Was it something urgent? Did it have anything to do with her chosen career path as a novelist or a journalist? So many questions coursed through the young woman's mind at this very point in time, but she knew fair well that she'd receive the answers in due time. She holds firmly to the belief that patience is virtue, after all, so it would only be logical for her to adapt such a saying into her daily life. "I am in no rush, Miss Fleur, though it would be hard to reach me if I were occupied after ze party is over."

Victorique's smile widened ever-so-slightly once her drink has received rave reviews from the one sampling it for the first time. She was proud, not only because of her expertise in beverage selection and overall good taste, but because this combination was what she came up with. "Ah, zis not available for the public, you see. My father owns a vineyard, and zis drink is a special order zat I would make every few months from the workers there. I could offer you a bottle, if zat is what you wish, but as for ze name, it is called Victorious."

That's some modesty, eh?

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 7, 2014 12:01:19 GMT -5

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Post by Fleur Orland on Feb 7, 2014 12:01:19 GMT -5

"I will simply follow your lead as is, then, dear. Considering that I would prefer a more private environment for the kind of business I have to discuss, simply lead me to such a place when you desire so.” Her voice was very matter of factly, as she stated this. There was nothing else to add, no nuance to follow, she was just relaying an information that did not actually have all that much to do with the conversation at hand. It really was little more than a future reference, and as such held little relevance for the present.

Her eyes never left her opposite’s gaze, at least not on her own volition. It was actually rather endearing to see this girl being so proud of this drink, not just because it was obviously her favourite, but also a private brew of sorts. That did explain some things, although it meant she’d have to miss out on this in the future. Almost bothersome, but meaningless in the grand scheme of things, wasn’t it? Still, Fleur allowed herself to show a tiny bit of disappointment in this answer, but got over it quite quickly, by virtue of another sip. She was second to none when it came to drink in moderation, after all.

“And a fitting name that is, after all. Such a rare and hard thing to produce, it really must have felt like an achievement, after all these years. Even I would choose such a name, if this particular feat was not impossible for me,” Fleur went on, although she was not referencing Victorious, but rather the French equivalent present here. A kind of ominuous remark, only truly comprehensible by her alone, and maybe the girl’s parents, had they been around. But Fleur had made sure to meet this one while the latter were occupied with something they deemed much more important.

Then, though, she shook her head. “Not that it is really important, though. My teacher always told me ‘It is not important what you achieve in life, as long as you achieve all that you can achieve.’”

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 7, 2014 14:54:02 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 7, 2014 14:54:02 GMT -5

Now they've had to actually speak in private in order for the woman to relay her message? Dear oh dear, the more Victorique thought about it, the more suspicious she got. What could be so important? Well, the young lady definitely thought about bringing her bodyguard along, just in case anything were to get out of hand. She had no need of taking risks by being alone with other people, after all, even if those people were ones she came to know for a long while now. Being an author, it taught her the importance of character development, so to simplify things, people change - either for the better or for the worse. And with the way this Fleur girl worded her sentence, it sounded more like her saying 'I'm going to stalk you for the rest of this party until we can be alone together later, okay?'.

"You do know zat sounds awfully suspicious.." But Victorique never was one to hide her feelings or thoughts for long. If she was thinking about something of a particular individual, she'd most likely end up telling that person what it is, regardless of it being something positive or negative. "Wherever it is we speak, my guards will follow, though I will request of zem to keep a fair distance, so as to maintain ze privacy of our conversation, if it is zat important. Zis would not be ze first time someone wished to speak to me in private, and you may most certainly guess how that experience was for me."

Some things were better left untold, but yes, it was better to take precaution than having to deal with the aftermath. Now, back to the discussion about her special fruit brew, it was nice to actually see someone with this much insight as to how the process of naming such a wondrous drink worked. When others asked about it, the most she'd get is a nod or two before the eventual shift into another topic of conversation. Rich people, you see, loved talking about themselves and what it is they do, and though Victorique prided herself on being somewhat different - in the sense that she only bragged about her achievements instead of every single thing, those are the only moments where she'd speak highly about herself. "Your teacher must have been a wise person. My philosophies on life aren't zat different too, you see, as I believe in living mine one day at a time, focusing much more on the present zan to worry about things zat have not happened in the future. Things zat we cannot control. People are so eager to find out what happens, or what zeir fate is zat zey would go out of zeir way just to get a tiny glimpse zat is usually inaccurate."

"But yes, I shall have my servants retrieve a bottle for you, Miss Fleur. Think of it as.. a gift, for our first of hopefully many more meetings to come."

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 8, 2014 14:39:06 GMT -5

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Post by Fleur Orland on Feb 8, 2014 14:39:06 GMT -5

Ah, that one had fallen for it hooks line and sinker. Sure, it did not look like it at all, with the girl quipping about how this was suspicious, but it was rather obvious she was also intrigued, at least a little bit. That was all the setup Fleur needed, really, although she did want to reinforce it just a little by giving a no committing “Don’t worry, this really isn’t that extraordinary.” That should work, at least for the moment, especially with that girl apparently having had some bad experiences beforehand. In fact, having ‘guards’ was so old fashioned, that statement alone made the elder woman smile greatly. She did not follow this topic any further, though, and instead decided to follow that pseudophilosophical topic they had going. They could agree to disagree on that one, after all.

“That is not exactly what I was going for, though. More akin to just do what you can do, within your limitations, and not cry after salt you could never stop from spilling. Although your philosophy is not all that bad, either.” She would finally finish her glass saying that, putting it on a passing waiter’s tray almost absentmindedly. Those people really knew their profession, one with a rich history and mostly uniform standards. In fact, Fleur had learned that profession as well back in the day, when it had been just her and no one else. There was no better way to gain information than just walk around important people and listening to what they say. Case in point, she had already realized a few of this girl’s weaknesses just by listening to her. And she would do her utmost to exploit them in due time.

For now, though, she was wholly content with pointing them out. “Although it might be a little extreme, don’t you agree? Not playing the long game is one thing, for sure, and I can see it work out. But the future is not some kind of unfathomable mass you delve right into, it is fairly easy to devise plans that work out, backed up by taking the moment. Just like this here, while I would never had expected you to be such a great and talkative person, I had planned some things about this evening, and in the end, I would get the talk I wanted to have. The future cannot be controlled, but it is shaped by the present after all, now is it not?”

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 8, 2014 15:17:23 GMT -5

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 8, 2014 15:17:23 GMT -5

And thus comes the end of their first topic. So far so good, it may seem, but in the end, it only served to leave a never-ending trail of suspicion to form in the back of Victorique's mind. In some ways, one could say that she was actually quite anxious for the talk to take place, just so she could find out what it was all about. This was human nature, anyway, to be curious of something that you were promised and knew absolutely nothing about. Although it is true that the level of curiosity differs from one person to another, her being an aspiring author only served to heighten that specific part of her consciousness, so as to attain more material for her writing, and boy was she hoping for something good to get her out of the slump she's been going through for so long now.

"But of course, Miss Fleur." Though Victorique wasn't the type of person who enjoyed staying within the confines of her own limits and not doing things that she isn't capable of, she could certainly still see the logic behind her conversational partner's words. For example, some people enjoyed the safety of their own homes and daily routines, as it provides them with a sense of comfort and security, while others enjoyed the sheer thrills of being able to go out of their ways for some adventuring, perhaps skydiving or bungee jumping off the Grand Canyon, for instance. "I for one like to think zat ze world is my oyster. Zere are limitations, yes, and failure is of course, a certainty, but would it feel all the more satisfying if you were to somehow break zose limitations and exceed ze boundaries of human capabilities? Do not mistake me for a lunatic, Miss Fleur, but I do love zose tales of people triumphing over situations where zey wouldn't have been able to survive through normal means. I do also appreciate certain extraordinary feats zat humankind are able to achieve.. but I guess zat is why I am a novelist. Gigglegiggle."

"Yes yes, Miss Fleur, but I did not really say that plans are unnecessary. Of course zey are. If I were to plan a trip to Scotland on ze morrow, it would still qualify as a pre-planning of my future. What I meant, dear, is for us to live our lives day by day. It wouldn't be as fun if we had business meetings or long flights or the future of your company's stocks to worry about, when it hasn't happened yet. It might just be my own way of thought, but I am quite biased, as it is my own opinion, after all. Chucklechukle"

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Bad Company | Fleur Feb 9, 2014 14:07:00 GMT -5

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Post by Fleur Orland on Feb 9, 2014 14:07:00 GMT -5

“A novelist, huh? That is quite an interesting career to choose from, dear,” Fleur commented, but otherwise let the girl continue on by herself. She did have some interesting, yet ultimately ordinary human views on life, the world. Views that could only be created in the confines of a carefree, secure environment, where trying to do something one cannot possibly do could kill a person. But then again, maybe Fleur was just a little jaded in that regard. And besides, if she had not shed her own limitations back then she would have died centuries ago. Maybe her own philosophy was actually pretty close to that girl’s – only what she considered limits were just way beyond hers, and therefore much more prominent.

“Fun, yes, of course not. But I do think that worriers have a place in this world as well. I mean, that is what the sustainability stuff is all about, is it not? Our species, as a race, depends on those who worry, so those who live day by day can do so without problems. We’d be extinct in a few generations without making preparations like that.” Oh, she really liked talking like this, for some reason. To blurr the lines and talk about the bount, while making it sound as if she meant humans. That felt so sneaky and elaborate, it made her smile, despite touching onto an important topic. Although technically she could not yet be sure about this girl. She was of the lineage, yes, but so far, the evidence of ‘bount’ being a trait that could be passed on was not conclusive. Sure it was what Fleur wanted to believe, given the whole new race stuff, but even she could not call it anything more than a hypothesis at the moment. Although she could easily verify it from now on.

It was for that reason that her eyes never left that woman’s face, as if she could figure it out that way. Obviously, the light haired woman could not, but it mattered little, as even just potential treasure was worth admiring. This could revolutionize everything, possibly, and the sheer possibilities got her slightly ecstatic. Although she did her best to not have it show, as she tried to play it down and change the subject. “What do your parents think about it, anyway? Your desire to become a novelist, I mean. It is not exactly carrying on the achievements of the last generation, now is it?”

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Post by Victorique Bellerose on Feb 9, 2014 16:16:51 GMT -5

So far, this conversation proved to be far more superior than most of the other ones Victorique has had with the other guests present in this masquerade party on this very evening. Yes, she'd be lying through her teeth if she were to say she disliked being complimented, but one could only accept so much praise that it'd eventually turn boring, which was exactly why she found this woman- and their debates interesting. For some reason, the young girl felt a strange aura of wisdom from her conversational partner. The same type of aura she'd feel from her parents, but those two were way beyond this woman's years, weren't they? It was strange, and it felt that way too, but maybe she could actually take this opportunity to ask more of the woman, learn more about her views, and eventually befriend her.

With a small nod as her only response toward the pointing out of her career, it seems that their other subject of discussion took over the main spotlight now. "Ah.. well.. I would not say I disagree with zat statement. Inventors, scientists, doctors, people of the like are what we should be thankful for, though speaking of which, I must admit.. I do not recall the last time I was sick."

Now that was strange, wasn't it? Usually, normal people would get sick at least once or twice every couple of months, usually due to the weather, or from stress and other environmental factors. Victorique might not have picture perfect memory of her life thus far, but she's pretty sure most- or maybe all of it, went through without her suffering any sort of sickness. Well, maybe that one time when she was still a small little child, but since it was so long ago, she couldn't remember any details from that specific point in time.

Taking another sharp turn, the topic of discussion had now changed to a part of her life where she didn't have much to talk about, really. "My parents are supportive of me, and have told me to follow whatever it is my dreams are. Perhaps.. in zeir minds, if I marry some rich man who is well versed at doing business, maybe they could hand down zeir business to him and let him carry on with it. Of course, it is not happening any time soon, I promise you. I have no interest in settling down when I could be exploring the world, searching for new material that I could implement into my books!"

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