Henri L'Envers
Aristocrat
House L'Envers
Widower to Nasreen Shamabarsin, daughter of the Khalif of Khebel-im-Akkad; father of Parisa L'Envers
Posts: 119
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Post by Henri L'Envers on Aug 3, 2010 13:04:55 GMT -5
7th Week of Winter; Year Two of Sabrina's Reign
I had been in the City a while now, making myself known and attending fetes when I could. My plans to seduce the Queen were going swimmingly as well, but I found between bedding Yvaine, Paris and any other girl I wished to have, I was near dead by the end of the day. I needed some help in... that... area. Hoping to find something to keep me... up... for longer I began to search through the City.
It wasn't long before I stumbled upon a little place that looked like it might do the trick. I entered in and was greeted with the sights and smells of herbs and potions. Knowing I had hit the jackpot I smiled and began to look around.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Aug 3, 2010 13:13:22 GMT -5
The bell at the front door rang merrily. I was tending the shoppe alone, mother was at home, doing only the Gods knew what. Perhaps just resting, perhaps she was looking into the new spell I had happened upon by changing the words of an incantation just slightly, and adding in different ingredients. She had never been the type in our family to make incantations, just go from what was already preordained, already written down. I was more like my grandmother, darker, with the desire to create in a way that was not wholly savoury.
I looked at the man who entered, but did not see his face before he slipped down an isle, looking around.
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Henri L'Envers
Aristocrat
House L'Envers
Widower to Nasreen Shamabarsin, daughter of the Khalif of Khebel-im-Akkad; father of Parisa L'Envers
Posts: 119
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Post by Henri L'Envers on Aug 3, 2010 15:26:04 GMT -5
I walked the shoppe a bit before turning to find a dark skinned woman looking at me. "Afternoon." I said cautiously with a quirked brow.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Aug 3, 2010 15:36:08 GMT -5
"Why good afternoon my lord," I murmured with a lopsided smile, my eyes taking him in. His aura was that of soot with beads of glowing crimson. He was a dark soul. And therefore, intriguing.
I rose from my seat and silently moved to his side. "How might I help you today?"
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Henri L'Envers
Aristocrat
House L'Envers
Widower to Nasreen Shamabarsin, daughter of the Khalif of Khebel-im-Akkad; father of Parisa L'Envers
Posts: 119
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Post by Henri L'Envers on Aug 4, 2010 13:54:32 GMT -5
She took me in, looking at me as though she could see through me. It made me wary and cautious as I looked at her back. "I was looking for... something." I looked at her, my eyes narrowing a little in contemplation. "Something for... virility. Something to help me... last longer."
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Aug 4, 2010 18:22:50 GMT -5
I smiled wryly as he seemed uneasy, though from the look of him, uneasy was not a sensation he felt regularly.
"Ah, yes.... many a man have come to be for just the thing, however, when I offer them the best that I have, they tend to run for the hills. Do you think you will be able to handle it?" I asked him, moving slightly closer as I let my fingers trail along the glass pane of a cabinet with various dried substances.
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Henri L'Envers
Aristocrat
House L'Envers
Widower to Nasreen Shamabarsin, daughter of the Khalif of Khebel-im-Akkad; father of Parisa L'Envers
Posts: 119
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Post by Henri L'Envers on Aug 17, 2010 16:13:59 GMT -5
I chuckled softly. "I'm not just any man." I replied confidently as I continued to hold her gaze. "And price is not a problem either. I want something that will keep me up for.. hours... if possible. I have a wanton bitch who can't seem to get enough." I chuckled thinking on Yvaine.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Aug 18, 2010 10:42:39 GMT -5
I raised my brows but smiled wryly at the way he spoke.
"Well, I do hope she is worthy of it," I teased, my eyes still not leaving his even as I moved a step closer. "I believe," I murmured, "that I may have just the thing." He did not seem faint of stomach, or heart, and perhaps a little twisted, and definitely dark. The aura around him was not white and bright of innocence and love, no, it was dark and marred, but shiny, beautiful in its own way. It made me shiver, and not from fear.
"It is administered by a needle," I explained. "And it does not take too long to prepare."
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Henri L'Envers
Aristocrat
House L'Envers
Widower to Nasreen Shamabarsin, daughter of the Khalif of Khebel-im-Akkad; father of Parisa L'Envers
Posts: 119
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Post by Henri L'Envers on Aug 29, 2010 12:32:07 GMT -5
I shrugged a little as I watched her watch me, looking at me as though looking through me. "I'm in now hurry, and I'm not overly squeamish." I gave her a little smile.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Sept 2, 2010 16:17:21 GMT -5
I smiled at his acceptance and boldness, and did not doubt that what he spoke was true. Not from any form of magic, just from the feeling I got from him, the aire about him. I nodded.
"Good," I cocked my head to the side, "is that all your interests stem to today?" I asked him, raising a brow.
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