3882/Just Between Us Girls
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| Just Between Us Girls | |
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| Date of Scene: | 15 February 2018 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Talia al Ghul, Circe
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- Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul isn't the sort of woman who has unexpected visitors. To begin with, there aren't very many people on Earth who even know where to find her. On the other hand, just because she may be surprised doesn't mean she's unprepared.
"Actually we'll take a bottle of shiraz, with two glasses." A female voice declares, as a woman enters from one of the inner rooms. Someone using the elevator without the proper protocols is enough to put the entire suite on alert, not that Talia's demeanor depicts anything remotely resembling 'alert'. Quite the contrary. The woman is clad in a long gown of silk, ivory colored and embroidered about the hem, neckline, and belled sleeves.
Regarding her visitor, Talia gestures towards the sitting area where several comfortable seats are arranged. "I don't believe we've met."
- Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul isn't the sort of woman who has unexpected visitors. To begin with, there aren't very many people on Earth who even know where to find her. On the other hand, just because she may be surprised doesn't mean she's unprepared.
"Actually we'll take a bottle of shiraz, with two glasses." A female voice declares, as a woman enters from one of the inner rooms. Someone using the elevator without the proper protocols is enough to put the entire suite on alert, not that Talia's demeanor depicts anything remotely resembling 'alert'. Quite the contrary. The woman is clad in a long gown of silk, ivory colored and embroidered about the hem, neckline, and belled sleeves.
Regarding her visitor, Talia gestures towards the sitting area where several comfortable seats are arranged. "I don't believe we've met."
- Circe has posed:
The lady is seated, her legs crossed elegantly. She looks nonplussed, then nods. "Daughter of the demon. I expected a less lovely visage with such a frightful mind. Horns, tails, and a writhing serpent's tail, something loathsome, yet here you are? A delightful woman still in her prime if not the bloom of youth." Her words are provocative, but not as much as her actions. Her full lips purse as she enjoys the wine. Talia is regarded by ancient eyes as she speaks. Her smile is fleeting, but there is this vague sense of approval. "I am Circe."
The ancient goddess tilts her head as she regards Talia. "Honestly, there are very few women who rule. Despite all the rhetoric of liberation and equality, most of the women who would be the guardians of their own fate are all too often merely the puppets of another. Oh, I know your father rules in name, yet you have your own agenda and.." The former man now hog crashes about. Circe's left hand gestures at him. "Be still." the hog lays down, eyes wide and glassy. She pauses, pursing her lips. "What was I? Oh yes, I have come to take your measure, and see if you are the sort of woman i hope you to be. I wield power, and great knowledge, but I lack practical knowledge of this era, and the contacts that I need. When I rule, i will need women such as you as lieutenants and exalted servants." She regards Talia with a measuring eye.
- Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia chuckles softly at the image Circe describes, shaking her head slowly. "I am not my father." she replies, perhaps a bit coolly. Wine is opened and then poured, both women served. Talia settles comfortably across from her guest, crossing one leg over as well. The split of the gown up her thigh would certainly not be lost on most visitors.
"Circe." she repeats, gaze flickering for a moment as she does a quick mental search. The squealing pig in the lavish suite helps make the association. "I am believed by most, including my father, to be dead. In any case, I no longer serve his interests." She pauses to take a slow sip of the shiraz, tasting the rich wine before swallowing. "You have spoken about what you have, what you are, and what you need. But we both know that is only one side of the coin." A rather indirect way to ask what the goddess is offering.
- Circe has posed:
"That would be the telling." Circe says. She lays a single sapphire on the arm of her  chair. She allows the wine to cool her tongue for a moment and she continues to regard Talia. "The walls have ears. The age of the hero comes again. But who is the hero? I tell you plainly, ity is the victor. For i know of many that did acts of great malice that are now the heroes of legend, and tales of of inspiration."
"That tells you nothing." She admits. She makes a face as she regards the wine, then the woman. "There will come a day in the very near future, when you awaken and you loathe the shape of your face and the shape of the world. Call to me via this stone on that day, and I will make your form and face pleasing again. I will elevate you, and we will speak more of the world. For now, you need not offer me anything, or make any assurances or promises. Nor will I ask for any. Just know that in the near future, the next month or so, the world's very shape will tilt one way. You may not like how it looks. When that happens, you will want me as your friend. I will be your friend, Talia, demon's daughter."
- Talia al Ghul has posed:
"History is written by the victors, not necessarily by the heroes." Talia replies simply. She's studied enough history, much of it learned first-hand at the feet of a man who lived it." She sips her wine some more, considering the vague predictions and the circular offer.
She does not reach for the sapphire, although it does momentarily distract her gaze.
Talia lifts a graceful hand. "I have heard soothsayers before, Circe. While I do not discount the presence of supernatural forces in the world, I have not personally put the supernatural very high in my plans." The woman pauses, then adds. "You know something."
- Circe has posed:
She sips on her wine for another moment, then moves to slide her sapphire across the table to the the other woman. The woman's smile is small and secret. "I know many things. I am trying to reach out to you and begin to start in on making you and I into true allies."
Her lips part for a moment as she sips the wine. She leans forwards to regard her drinking companion. Her smile is secret, warm, and a trifle smug. "I think you will not at all like what is going to happen. So rather than earn your ire, I am going to give you an opportunity to opt out of the situation. I recognize that I am the outsider here. I need to prove my worth, although I find that obnoxious and ridiculous." She gives a soft sigh. "Though a part of me is tempted to ask you if you have any man who you might desire to be a warm little lap dog. You seem the sort."
- Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia's expression doesn't change, although her gaze does become noticeably... cooler. "You are seeking my favor by offering what amounts the jailer posting a prisoner's bail in advance. An interesting approach, to be sure.
"I will suggest that you choose your actions and your words carefully going forward, Circe. Gods and Goddesses have fallen before. You know that, or you would have chosen a different approach. I am neither obnoxious nor ridiculous. No more so than you are. You would do well to remember that." She takes another sip of wine, then adds. "I prefer my men the way that they were before your visit."
- Circe has posed:
"My dear. You are neither. The fact of the matter is that history has mostly forgotten me." She gestures and the hog becomes man again. He is in shock. "Other than that unfortunate business with the Greek." She stands. "You are perceptive. I would say that someone else enlisted my aid. Then I discovered you existed. I liked the idea you represented. I decided to spare you from that fate." She lets the sapphire remain where it is. "You can look at it as you are, or you can see it as someone seeking to see that you do not suffer from a plan already in motion." She finishes her wine. "The hospitality of your house is worthy. Should ever you find yourself in mine, I assure you that you will not want, either." She gives a little nod. She then vanishes with a single hand gesture and a tangle of purple, lavender-scented fumes.