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Post by Markus Woodrow on Feb 1, 2017 12:14:07 GMT -7
He wouldn't admit to shock, but he was shocked. She was going along with this far more easily than expected. So much so, that a part of him needed to continue insisting that it was an act in order for him to believe it. Why would she want him to have so much power if she were guilty? Why would she not be afraid? Was she so confident in her ability to hide evidence... Or was she simply innocent?
He could feel his resolve softening as he finished his salad, noting his pleasure with her wisdom as he did so. "Your Queen doesn't offer you enough credit, it seems," He smiled, placing his utensils down gracefully. As if on cue, a server entered the room to clear it away - and Pelagia's, whether or not she was ready - and to offer wine. This time, he accepted. He seemed to not have an interest in talking business with staff in the room, the kind of move a man with secrets tended to make. And oh how Woodrow had secrets.
"I feel I've avoided a private meeting such as this for far too long, Pelagia," He spoke as he observed the pouring of the wine with an air of intimidation for the poor server, "I'm sure you're well aware of the opinions I, and other men in my esteem, have held of you. Seems perhaps you've been made victim of salacious claims to the contradiction of truth..." Should this not all be an act, He thought with a smile. He raised his glass as soon as the server had completed filling both, and offered it to her-- "To discovering new truths."
Post by Pelagia Xista on Feb 1, 2017 19:40:36 GMT -7
Pelagia could tell she was on the right track. She doubted she was completely out of the woods - not with a man like Woodrow, who liked to hold all the power and was wary of anyone who could potentially threaten that with power of their own. But her words had clearly been enough to make him more comfortable. More confident. If he wasn't starting to believe he could trust her, he was at least starting to believe that even if he couldn't, she was giving him too much power for her to be a threat.
"I am indeed quite aware," she replied, her smile one of slightly saddened resignation. She raised her own glass. "Unfortunate rumors, I fear, which began back in my homeland. A number of people were less than thrilled to see Her Majesty award a traditionally male position to someone like me. But more unfortunately still was how those rumors ended up beyond the borders of Aurcaele. I carry the burden of their implications everywhere. But I'm sure I don't have to tell a man like you, Markus, that we cannot allow the words of naysayers to dissuade us from our path. We must doggedly pursue the path of truth, for it is only the gods we must answer to."
And my truth - my god - she is on my side.
Her smile grew brighter. "And so I say not to new truths, but to real truths." And with this, she met his glass with a soft clink.
Post by Markus Woodrow on Feb 1, 2017 19:51:41 GMT -7
He held back a chuckle at her comments. It was true, she was strangely powerful for a woman. He couldn't forget that while she held the mind of a man, her body remained feminine. And quite feminine in fact, if his eyes were to be believed. "New truths, then," He drank to the toast, his eyes once more drifting down her body curiously. Would she finally act like a woman when this charade of power was over? Surely it was tiring for her. Unnatural.
The server returned once more, this time with the entree. Steaming bowls were placed carefully before them, and the dish was introduced. "Bouillabaisse, your honours. Only the highest quality of Nisequois cooking with Sumish ingredients. Lobster from the coast of Nowra, cooked live for sweetness. Snapper filet. Freshly cultivated mussels from the Eersaeb shore. Finished with fresh crisp baguette and Nisequois anise and crumbled saffron from the finest gardens in Boiss. Bon apetit."
The moment he left, Woodrow took to the first sampling of the food, nodding in appreciation. "Created by the chef here, bouillabaisse. Many have attempted to recreate it but... Nothing can quite match. Now, as for your requests, Pelagia." The lawyer went from nursing his wrist to wetting his quill once more, ready to write.
Post by Pelagia Xista on Feb 4, 2017 20:05:29 GMT -7
He found her comments amusing, and at this point was being almost obvious in the way he let his eyes roam her body for one sweep. Perhaps she was doing a better job of charming him than she initially suspected. It'd be almost disappointing if he was easier than she figured he would be. Which of course did not by any means mean she would drop her guard at all. The last thing she would do was get taken in by her own apparent success and grow overconfident.
She turned her smile into one of eager anticipation as the entree was set before her, adjusting her sitting position somewhat as though to get more comfortable (but subtly also putting a brief spot of increased attention on her figure), and allowed the smell to waft up towards her. She offered an appreciative hum at the aroma while Woodrow explained what it was. She would admit that this at least smelled nice, even if it looked somewhat less appetizing. Pelagia had no particular issue with sea food, but she had had more than a few dishes which managed to fail her expectations just on stench alone, and Submiere was a common offender of that.
But this smelled nice. And the taste, she discovered after taking a sampling, was certainly good as well. A good blend, with synergizing flavors, and a full-bodied broth. It was certainly good. But... this was still nothing like the lovely food she had dined on just days ago, of course. And that food had been provided by Ellis, her underling. How embarrassing for the chefs here that their cuisine couldn't match up to the culinary workings of a soldier and his mother. But yes, it was at least passable.
She made sure to eat an amount appropriate to indicate her gratitude and appreciation of the food, but was of course quick to set her spoon aside when Woodrow brought them back to business.
"My requests are fairly simple," she replied, dabbing at her lips demurely with a napkin. Aiding in her illusion. "Feofil and I intend to make our announcement to the world on the 1st of the storm. We'll be using official couriers who will be distributing fliers in every nation, and who will be making sure to hand-deliver them to the acting leaders in those countries. We prefer this to The Tablet, as we feel it will carry more repute. He has already handled the contracting of the messengers. My request is simply that once this news breaks, and the people of the world become aware, I would like for you to be the first to join our peace treaty. Feofil will sign you into the accord, and you will then make your own announcement of participation so that the world may see what has happened. In doing so, you will also voice your specific support of myself, as your position of high moral standing backing me will curtail any remaining possibility of my queen attempting to punish me for releasing the truth."
She could see the lawyer writing already, drafting the initial bargain on a separate sheet of parchment as he had been doing all night, waiting for Woodrow to actually agree before he would put the text onto the official sheet. "There are no further caveats than that. You said earlier that you would likely be able to persuade many others to join the treaty as well. That would truly be wonderful if you could, but all I specifically require of you is to join it yourself, and to voice your support for Feofil and I. Is that agreeable to you?"
Post by Markus Woodrow on Feb 17, 2017 9:55:54 GMT -7
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[attr="class","mwoody5"] It was all of this that made him suspicious once more - she was asking for nothing at all. He busied himself with the bouillabaisse, taking his time to enjoy the meal he had been looking forward to during his entire trip to the waste of land that was Acheron. The chef here was an expert, and it was clear with each mouthful. It was enough, at least, to cover his suspicion with enjoyment as Pelagia spoke.
He had demanded much of her, and had not planned to relent on any of it. She, on the other hand, wasn't even adding in a caveat or two for him to pick up and throw away, just for the sake of saying that they'd done it - and certainly not for the sake of allowing the more hidden evils she wanted to slide past him. No... She wanted... Nothing. He would sign the treaty, which he could have done in a heartbeat with Feofil and Erik. And he would... Support her actions in Atton? It was so simple. Even his offer of more names - of Adesola Meixner, Marion Nickell, Elias Harel - seemed to mean nothing to her.
She had to be hiding something, didn't she? And yet, he could not place what it was.
She wanted power in the way he wanted power. A strong voice, supported by the people, replacing a wrongful monarch. That might have been suspicious - but the power she had promised him in Aurcaele would be enough to hold her in check. So why was she demanding so little? Was Pelagia Xista truly a fair, and righteous aasimar of Ayniea? Had he been fooled all this time? He was not yet prepared to settle into that thought, but he permitted it to remain. Allowed it to steep in his mind and colour his picture of her. He ought to burn that stupid hat.
"Quite agreeable," He finally offered after a silence had taken over the air in the room, immediately taking another gentle sip of the bouillabaisse after he did. Then, he placed the spoon down, and nodded thoughtfully to the lawyer, who scribbled as fast as he could. "You're an impressive woman, Pelagia. Your country is lucky to have you."
Post by Pelagia Xista on Feb 20, 2017 20:37:39 GMT -7
Pelagia's look softened into the ace card she'd been saving all evening. A tender look, her eyes looking almost misty but not quite, and her smile one of sincere gratitude that spoke of emotions which were being barely held in check. All fabricated, of course, but this was her talent. This was the imperceptible acting that had gotten her through much of her career. "Thank you, Markus," she said, her tone dipping into quieter territory. "It means so much to me to hear a man of your caliber say such a thing. Sometimes, I... I fear the rumors which circulate about me are more damaging than I try to project. It has made many things difficult."
She glanced down as though to hide her display of emotion, her physicality reflecting demure modesty. Embarrassment at showing vulnerability.
Is this what you desire, you swine? she thought. A broken little damsel, just waiting for such a strong and upstanding man to validate her?
She knew it was. All that she knew about Markus Woodrow, all she had gotten to know about him prior to ever engaging with him, had prepared her for such a thing. He'd been taking her bait all night, and if she was right, then this would simply blow up his ego for the final nail in the proverbial coffin. This deal was going to be struck.
She lifted her face with a show of 'getting herself under control', brightening her smile as she took another spoonful of her food. "This," she said, tinging her voice with the impression of trying to change the subject from her little emotional fit just now, "Is really quite exquisite. You truly possess excellent taste."
Post by Markus Woodrow on Feb 23, 2017 10:30:13 GMT -7
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[attr="class","mwoody5"] His grip hardened on his glass at this side of Pelagia he hadn't expected. Gentile. Womanly. Weak. All night he had somewhat enjoyed her physical form, but now he took her in fully - as a person. Her hair looked silken in the dim candle light of the room, those pink eyes shimmering beautifully with tears. He hadn't paid much attention before to the feathers on her wings, but now he watched the way that they quivered, and he wished to reach out and run his hand over them. He wanted Tehodis Kitai, certainly. But Tehodis Kitai wasn't here tonight... And Pelagia Xista was damn beautiful now that she had let her guard down, and embraced her inherent frailty. He wanted Pelagia Xista.
Who was this man? Who was she? This was such a change to all of their previous interactions... How had he let her slip by for so long?
She returned to the food and attempted to regain her composure, but Woodrow would not permit that. No, not now that he had seen the beauty underneath her hardened exterior. As she placed her spoon down, he reached his hand forward to take her's. He squeezed it gently, but firm, his thumb lightly circling the inside of her wrist until she met his eyes. "Perhaps this is the dawning of a new era in Fortuna, Pelagia. An age beginning with peace. Those in power replaced by those with the purest of intentions. And in this new era, perhaps..." He glanced down to her hand, tempted to bring it to his lips, to run them against her knuckles, to catch her scent -- instead, he slid his hand up her wrist in a motion, his touch feather light before returning back to her hand with a reassuring squeeze.
"Perhaps new first impressions are in order, hm?" He met her eyes once more, his want only mostly disguised with professionalism. It would be a beneficial arrangement, he couldn't help but think. Tehodis Kitai was whom his heart belonged to... But if Pelagia truly did succeed in raising her station, and he did his - what better way to align their countries than through marriage? No. No, he would not fall to that. His family married for love. For love. Which was what he felt towards Tehodis Kitai. No, what he felt for Pelagia now was respect, and attraction. Lust. She was just so damned sexy with that mist of tears in her eyes. He would curse Moann for these choices she provided him. The beautiful women sent purely to distract him, to tantalize him with choices like this.
He supposed he deserved it. It had been a day, after all... Perhaps he would invite Pelagia for a nightcap at his estate. For now, idle conversation would do: "Tell me... What would drive a divine woman such as yourself into the steer program, into war, Pelagia? Certainly you could have lived a far easier life with less ambition."
Post by Pelagia Xista on Feb 25, 2017 22:49:32 GMT -7
If there was ever a moment, this whole damned evening, that truly put the limits of Pelagia's resolve to the test, this was it. The moment when Markus Woodrow laid his scummy hand on hers and stroked it tenderly, when he looked at her with eyes that looked as though they were seeing a whole new woman, eyes laden with desire, and when he spoke in such a fashion as though to imply that she should not have bothered to have ambitions. The moment when every aspect of his behavior and words illustrated and confirmed the sexist attitude Pelagia's research had already indicated he held.
Honestly, Pelagia could have killed him here. Grabbed that arm that was holding her so gently and burned it away, summoned her spear, and plunged it into his face. She could have vaporized the lawyer before he could call for help. She could burn this whole restaurant to the ground and be gone before any of the national authorities had realized what had happened. And by the time they knew who was responsible, she'd be back in Aurcaele, protected by her Queen whom Pelagia had not yet given a reason to throw her to the wolves.
It would all be so simple. And how she really wished to do so. If there was one thing Pelagia refused to tolerate, it was those who would belittle her because of her gender. She had spent her life dealing with that already. She shouldn't have to suffer it from a worm like Woodrow.
But. But.
But she held control. She reminded herself what this was all for, how important it was. She reminded herself that she would make Markus pay for his acts in due time, and that when she did, there would be no release of death for him. He would suffer under her for eternity. But for now? For now he was a necessary stepping stone towards making that happen. So Pelagia did not kill him. She did not blast his arm away.
She didn't even flinch.
She maintained her demure composure, flashing a touch of surprise into her eyes at his touch, a feeling there that indicated his actions were a shock, but not wholly unwelcome. Her insides turned with revulsion, but she outwardly she was the picture of someone who was tentatively letting someone past the "cracks" in her "walls".
Her smile was rueful as she answered his question. "I did not feel I deserved to live an easy life, Markus. After what my parents did... you are a man who knows how severe murder is, but without growing up in Aurcaele you could never know how seriously we take it. How much of an affront to Ayniea it is. To take the life of an innocent soul is tantamount to spitting in her face, and denying the gift she offers us all. For my parents to do something so horrifying for as petty a reason as finding my suitor to be politically unsuitable..."
She glanced away and took a breath, as though deeply shaken by the memory. Her fingers clenched into a fist on the table. Her voice shook. "I thought to myself that if they were the sort of people that the Xista family had churned out, then that name didn't deserve to exist any longer. I didn't want to redeem it by working in the fields. I wanted to erase it. And the only form of personal atonement I could see for myself was to become a weapon of my goddess. To train in Ephilius, where I could learn to bring punishment to those who were not innocents..." She looked back up, meeting Woodrow's eyes with a soft smile. " Like you, Markus, I just wanted to see justice brought to the world. And when I was through with my training, I wanted to prove to my Queen that she had made a just decision. I still believed in her at the time, you see... she had not yet done something to shake my faith in her judgment. And to prove that she had made the correct choice in allowing me to become Ayniea's spear, I entered her challenges. I wanted the nation to know that I would be their protector, and do whatever was asked of me for that end."
With her tale finished, a tale that may not have been wholly true but neither was wholly false, she finally pulled her hand back, gently wresting it from his grasp as though to remind the two of them that this was a professional setting. "I never imagined she would restore the name I had discarded, nor that she would name me Warlord. But if that was the task that had been laid out for me, then I was determined to fulfill it. And that is what eventually brought me to you, Markus; I am my goddess's spear. I exist to strike down the wicked and right wrongs. And her majesty has committed a great wrong in ignoring the Attonians. And sadly, I alone lack the influence to fix this, on account of the rumors which surround me, meant to bring me down. That is why I need you. An easy life is not a luxury I can allow myself."
Post by Markus Woodrow on Sept 22, 2017 7:46:29 GMT -7
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[attr="class","mwoody5"] He had read the story of her family many times. In fact, he had the original police statements in a safe in his office along with other unsolved cases, the copies having been left in Aurcaele. He could never trust a copy, and so it was thankful he had enough money to bribe those who might truly care enough to refuse him. He had pored over them night after night, and would read them again whenever he presumed he would see Pelagia in person. It kept him sharp and on his guard. In fact, if it hadn't been for the events of the previous night with Tehodis, Markus likely would have read them again (perhaps in bed, with Tehodis doefully clutching him in her slumber). If he had done that, would he be so moved now? Would her words shift his perception of her so dramatically?
It was only this undecided consideration that kept his view of Pelagia in check. It was only this that kept him from believing her. It was only this that gave him the small inklings of wonder that this, all of this, was somehow an act.
But then why did she not demand anything else? And why in Moann's deepest trenches was he so disappointed when she pulled her hand back?
His glance shifted to his attorney then, just briefly, enough to see that the man's eyes were set down to the page, though he did not hold his quill. He was a man attempting to be invisible, or attempting to make the world around him invisible. Pelagia was right in her withdrawal. This was a professional setting so long as his attorney remained. ...But did she just say she needed him?
"A drink to that," He smiled easily as he brought wine to his lips once more, "An easy life is the destiny of those who stand by in the face of injustice. We should hope never to attain it for ourselves, lest it reflect in us the qualities of our enemies." Woodrow thought to his many days of sailing, his early adulthood streaked in sea spray as he sunk every pirate vessel in his spyglass. The Woodrow of today was more of a negotiator, he was clean and sheltered, but he was once a warrior. And he could be again. A part of him was jealous of Pelagia then. She was in Atton, fighting for justice. He was making trade deals and bargaining for offices. When had he changed?
He shook his head to rid himself of the distracting thoughts. There were better distracting thoughts he could busy himself with. All he needed was to be rid of that attorney. "Perhaps before dessert we ought to review," He offered, his words bringing the attorney to attention. The man straightened his papers and stood, drawing in a breath to speak before Woodrow interrupted once more, "And thank you, Pelagia. I must admit I have never heard your tale through anyone but an observer. I'm glad to have been audience to your honesty."
The attorney eyed the two of them, unsure if he ought to speak and interrupt what could possibly be another unprofessional 'moment', but when Markus shifted a glare his way, he stammered forth the terms:
Adhering to the legality of contract set forth in the Fabelle Code of Law Chapter MXII, Section X, Title II-C; and in the third amendment to Aebrynis Continental Law Chapter CDLXXVIII, Section III, Title VI-F, this offer and acceptance is forever binding by both states of law, and by the orders of the International Treaty of 3441.
(I) OFFER OF AGREEMENT OF SUPPORT IN FURTHER CONTRACTIONS
IA. The contractor LORD MARKUS WOODROW II OF THE FEIFDOM OF EERSAEB heretofore known as LORD WOODROW II offers his verbal support in regards to THE STORM TEMPLE ACCORD OF 5152 in that pertains to the specifications of:
IA-I. Removal or reduction of colonial forces from the country known as ATTON. IA-II. Support of the native people of ATTON known as ATTONJA.
IB. The contractor LORD WOODROW II offers his signature to THE STORM TEMPLE ACCORD OF 5152 in that pertains to the specifications of:
IB-I. Removal or reduction of colonial forces from the country known as ATTON. IB-II. Support of the native people of ATTON known as ATTONJA. IB-III. The recognition of ATTON as a sovereign state within the continent of ELEUSIA. IB-IV. The presence of LORD WOODROW II or a trustee upon the COUNCIL OF NATIONS. IB-V. The responsibility of arranging reparations to ATTON on behalf of SUBMIERE. IB-VI. Acceptance of ATTONJA currency and trade.
IC. The signator LORD PELAGIA XISTA OF HER QUEEN'S AURCAELE heretofore known as LORD XISTA shall accept this offer in return for that agreed upon in SECTION II.
(II) OFFER OF AGREEMENT OF SUPPORT IN ESTABLISHMENT
IA. The contractor LORD XISTA offers her contractual support in regards to the organisation of THE SUMISH SEA PEACEKEEPERS BRIGADE heretofore known as the "SSPB" in that pertains to the specifications of:
IA-I. Securance of stationary offices within the country of AURCAELE at an equitable rate of lease or purchase for the discretionary purposes of the "SSPB". IA-II. Non-interferance on the part of the body of the AURCAELE CROWN in investigations of the "SSPB". IA-III. The formation of a council for the approval, and amendment of laws within AURCAELE that shall supersede the AURCAELE CROWN. IA-III-I. This council must be formed with a required MINIMUM of 50 % "SSPB" representatives as chosen by LORD WOODROW II or his trustee. IA-III-II. An individual or enterprise on the council MUST obtain, or provide proof of, legal education from the approved universities denoted in Amendment I of this document.
IB. The signator LORD WOODROW II offers his contractual agreement with limitations to the "SSPB" in AURCAELE in that pertains to the specifications of:
IB-I. The "SSPB" shall act to uphold and enforce AURCAELE LAW while within the jurisdiction of AURCAELE. IB-II. The "SSPB" shall relinquish all rights to investigations within AURCAELE where the AURCAELE CROWN declares first orders upon such an investigation. IB-III. Ensurance that by this contract the AURCAELE CROWN reserves legal sovereignty.
This document is binding, to be abolished only upon equal agreement between the signatory parties LORD WOODROW II and LORD XISTA or their approved trustees.
Post by Pelagia Xista on Sept 22, 2017 8:54:49 GMT -7
Pelagia would never presume victory; all things, all challenges, were only won once they were well and truly won, no matter how forgone the conclusion may seem at any moment. And she was not one to fall prey to overconfidence once things were going her way, either. But, regardless, it could not be said that she didn't feel a thrill of internal excitement over the way Woodrow responded and reacted to her tale. His features had told of indecision, of newfound respect for her battling against his preconceived notions. And it seemed as though the respect was winning out. His evident desire for her remained as such, perhaps only intensifying, and his words rang of approval when he heard her explanation for how she did not require an "easy" life. As though to suggest his very question was merely a test.
Pelagia would not give him the credit to believe such a thing; he more likely truly believed that any woman should want for an easy life, and only changed his tune here due to the compelling tale which drove Pelagia. But at any rate, it seemed to Pelagia that Woodrow was going to give her exactly what she wanted. She could taste victory. It wouldn't be overnight, no; there was still much work to be done, even if this contract went off without a hitch. It wouldn't be until the power of the divine well and truly flowed through her that she would truly win. And once she did, Markus Woodrow would be the first man in the world who would behold her, she decided at this moment. He would behold her and he would know the Fear of God.
She nodded to his softly spoken words, her smile dipping into its more bashful territories. She schooled her body language to look as though she was fully reclaiming her composure now, after having let it slip for so long. Her back straightened, her hands folded. "I am happy to have shared it with you, Markus," she replied to him softly, tilting her head in a graceful nod. Her face remained tender, as though to convey that she wasn't becoming all business again, not just yet.
Woodrow then had his lawyer read off the contract he had drafted in its entirety, and Pelagia paid focused attention to every single word, lest Woodrow try to weasel in some hidden term she had not agreed to. But it seemed there was no cause for concern; the terms were exactly as they had discussed. Perfect. Woodrow could have all the power in the world; it would make no difference. It would all be only temporary. Contracts could not bind a God.
"I think it sounds splendid," she answered, after hearing it all. She returned her attention to Woodrow and gave a firm nod, a genuine smile. "I must admit, I feel a touch excited by it all. To think that after all the effort we've been through in the war, we're finally making strides towards peace. And once we install your offices in my country, I believe the whole nation will finally be moved into a more profoundly just direction. Aurcaele will finally be the paragon it is meant to be with your help, Markus. Thank you."
Every compliment she spat made her want to scream internally, but at this point, stoking his ego and letting him see her have a fit of "girlish" excitement was all that really needed to be done to seal this deal.
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