(heheheh time for me to take over the business scene, its about time. I need Demetre to start earning money.)
Demetre smiled and began to chit chat with the woman beside him "I do apologize for the intrusion madam" he said. The women's cheery complexion became very stern "Like I care kid, these people will chew you and spit you out once you become involved in their business." she said. "Oh I don't plan to join any of them," he said happily "I'm just seeing what possible scum is out there for me to take over." he joked to intimidate the woman. "Just keep your business away from me, I plan to get ahead with Francois' idea, we all do."
Rebecca's face began to smile. As she listened in to Roza's conversation. 'so, Timothy is her interest hmm?' They had already giving the police a man to be blamed for the murders, but the real culprit was probably still around. Rebecca knew this was their chance to give Demetre a new known infamous title. She tapped Demetre on the shoulder. Demeter nodded and excused himself from the madam beside him. He walked over to Timothy with a smile "Hello, Timothy Hankerson was it now? I hear you're new in fur trading. It's become quite popular as of late." he held out a hand "My name is Demetre VanLuce, I'm new to the business field. Perhaps you could lend me some advice. Seeing as you're already advancing in your company." he smiled a bit more, 'other than chopping down other ones. Maybe I could get him to try and take me as bait.' he paused "with the increase sales in fur trade from America I also thought it would be beneficial to create a few shipping houses in that area." Rebecca smiled keeping a close eye on Timothy.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 8:26 pm
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Roza narrowed her eyes with a slight scowl that grew onto her face. She erased it's presence and replaced it with a fake smile. "Oh François, I think I need to go powder my nose! I'll be back really soon, just wait for me!" Rosa smiled gently. François waved her off with a small smile as well. Rosa left the room with a quick glare to the demon across the room with her 'weak' master. Timothy smoothly moved his eyes toward the young voice of Demetre. He gave a smile that hinted slyness, his eyes remained cold as he looked at the young boy and his servant who was behind the boy. "Yes, I am the new head of the N.W. Trading Company. I can see that you are new to this field and also" pause quite young as well. If I may ask, what your business would be? Timothy's voice was deep and calm. "It would help narrow down the advice you might need then. But for some things that can just be thrown in general, I would suggest making a name would be first priority, although you should know that by now if you're here.
Rosa rushed to the rest room that a maid lead her to. After thanking the maid she closed the door and walked to the mirror at the sink. She reached into her outfit and pulled out a paper and special pen. She slid the pen across her thumb so it would slice the skin and steal the blood for it's tip. The pen made small skritch sounds as it was moved across the rough paper. Reaper Society Rosa Belle Reaper # 2067B-39 Sub: Target Confirmation
I've acquired a suspect for the rogue reaper in Paris, France. Description: Short slight dark brown hair swept to right side of his face. Yellow Green eyes, no glasses. Sanded peach skin, slight muscular build, 5'9" dressed fully in dark blue and black. Looks around age 27-36 years. Name: Goes by Timothy Hankerson, works for New World Industries from the Americas. Requesting target confirmation Rosa folded the letter into thirds and held it in the palms of both hands and watched as it was engulfed in black flames. She stepped toward the window and let it fly outside. The flames danced in the wind and rose higher and higher until it was barely a speck in the sky. It's destination was the reaper society. She then proceeded to fix herself up in the restroom.
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Demetre smiled happily, expressing the innocence of a young boy. "I'm the current and only head of the VanLuce estate. I have currently been manufacturing a variety of products, advancing ourselves in a few different fields. Although I am still new to this of course, but business is business. Of course as you said, it is only profitable with a name" he stated.
Rebecca then continued on behalf of her master "We have recently produced candies and sweets for children, started a produce of watches, and recently started a clothing line. Of course we are very new to the produce in England, and are growing at a slow rate. With our new clothing line, we have seen an increase in fur within fashion. Getting involved with the fur trade can be quite beneficial, to increase the popularity title of "VanLuce" produce." Rebecca smiled happily.
"it seems fur from America has become quite popular, perhaps you and I can discuss buying merchandise. Of course I hope to buy the best quality items for my consumers, so if starting my own fur trade isn't possible, perhaps we can discuss an arrangement." he said, noting that even though he may not be a potential threat to timothy, that he could also be a potential buyer 'Rebecca when in the hell did you start all this stuff for our company!?!?!' he thought to himself. He looked over to Rebecca. "Rebecca, please leave us be for the time being."
Rebecca smiled to Demetre. "yes, my Lord." She soon left the room heading for the bathroom, a smile on her face. She entered seeing Roza "Bonjour. I do apologize for intruding." She said, Roza would understand what she meant, but if anyone else was in the room they would simply think that Rebecca was apologizing for walking in the room.
Demetre sat on a chair crossing his legs. "I am quite interested in your business, and although my company is small, it has been growing at a fast rate with its broad produce." he explained his circumstances, to ensure that timothy selling his fur to him wouldn't be a waste.
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 7:18 pm
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(I'm going to be posting in the other RPs soon! Excuse the wait please! *bows*)
I don't think the washrooms in a mansion are public... but then again, Rosa is dumb for not locking the door I forget what Rebecca looks like...
Rosa just finished braiding her long brown dyed hair. The color was fading out revealing a faint red from the original. 'note to self: don't buy this product ever again. She flipped her hair to her back and turned to Rebecca who just walked in. " I see you're here to check up on me" Rosa joked and turned back to the mirror this time to fix her makeup. "I wonder, how do you demons deal with those little brats? Is it just the old saying of 'things taste better after a good hard work' ? Or are demons like little dogs following behind their masters." Roza sighed as she finished her eye make up. "that 'meal' of yours is getting in my way at times..." she huffed under her breath. "Do you need any make up?" Roza offered even though she assumed Rebecca didn't need it.
"hmm, I have been hearing rumors of a small company swiftly making it up the line of grand businesses. So that one would be yours." Timothy chuckled. "from what your servant had said, it seems you still have the thoughts of a young child. Trying a little bit of everything. Since you are commencing a clothing line, it wouldn't be a bad idea to have fur clothing. Fur hats and coats are the most popular amongst the rich right now that's for sure. " Timothy reached for a pen and a slip of paper hidden in his coat pocket. "I assure you we are one of the best if not the best fur sales company in the world. We have all the furs you need from America. We also have pelts from Russia, China, India and from several African countries. But I do warn you, these pelts cannot be stored too long in the store houses for they will catch moisture and rot.`` Timothy finished jotting down his mailing address. "This conversation is one for a more private area. I do have some interest in you and how your business will turn and grow, here are my contact numbers and addresses. please do use these. I will be awaiting your arrangements Mr. VanLuce, I like to gather my knowledge than diving head first into things. Well, I hope to make your acquaintance soon." Timothy finished up for the meeting was about to come close.
(I think I found the reason why I'm not doing great in English class crying)
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 8:11 pm
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(lmfao I know, thats partially why Rebecca apologized, because she walked in on her. If anyone over heard they wouldn't find it odd. They would find it odder if she said nothing right? and LMFAO that doodle.....Rebecca has pale skin and long black hair...um gimme a sec. http://www.wallgc.com/images/2012/12/gothic-love-anime-dark-223939-gothic-love.jpg like that. no glasses of course though. ) also! im ok with waiting for posts, no worries. Glad your on it.
Rebecca Demetre VanLuke Amelia Compeau
Rebecca snickered "In my case I simply wait to eat my meals, they taste better when you really hunger for them. Most demons simply demolish the brats as you put it when they have gotten to high class, when they have all they want...Demetre though, he's not satisfied yet...so therefor I will not be either. I'm sure he will make one hell of a feast one day." she mumbled slightly keeping her voice low so no one would hear but Roza "I don't wear makeup thank you. But I simply came to say that chances are my young master and I may perhaps run into, the well paranormal business upon occasion. Perhaps." she bowed. "until we meet again" she left the bathroom, adjusting her formal wear as she returned to the meeting room.
Demetre smiled again at Timothy "I will be happy to make arrangements, pleasure doing buisness with you." Demetre said taking the contact information. He smiled happily again. '@#%@# gather his knowledge, he plans to look up information on our sales doesn't he?'
"Finished my young master?" rebecca asked behind him. "yes quite, let's be off, we still have work to do." Rebecca bowed "yes my lord. A good day to you Mr. Hankerson." she bowed to him as well. Demetre walked off and Rebecca followed. Once they were out a serious frown grew on his face. "have you prepared everything already?" "why yes my lord, a butler never lies of course." "Rebecca?" "yes my lord?" "Promise to never lie to me, and to abide by my every order." "I promise, my lord." "When Timothy arrives we should probably prepare samples.." he sighed "but of course, only the best to represent the VanLuce household" "here" Demetre said handing Rebecca Timothy's contact information "Please keep hold of this. I will have to make a few calls later." Rebecca nodded taking the paper. 'let us hope that Timothy isn't dead later.' she thought with a smile. 'and if he isn't let's hope he doesn't decide to take over your company young lord.' she thought smiling still.
When they arrived Rebecca had prepared some tea for Demetre, with a side of cake. "young lord?" "yes." he said taking a bite of his cake, and looking over papers. "I have brought a guest." "what no-" "MAaaster!!!!!!" A woman in her early twenties ran up to Demetre and tavkled him in a hug "I want to thank you so much for this job I truly appreciate it really its great amazing in fact I've always wanted to work for someone-" she continued to blabber on "Rebecca who is this mad woman!!!! Get off me!!!!" The woman scurried back bowing "I'm so sorry my lord I'm Amelia, Amelia Compeau." The woman smiled, her hair in a loose ponytail, she was wearing a man's suit like top, but fitted around her waist with long sleeves. A lacey collar hung from her neck, and she had a beautifully long Purple coat with buttons on the sleeves. She wore shorts, and almost a skirt like fabric that hung down from her suit/vest top ended just above the shorts. She had boots that were up to her knees with big bows on the shoe, and a large heel. Demetre stared blankly at the woman. Then gasped covering his eyes "Woman why are your legs showing!!!!!!" rebecca snickered to herself "Young lord meet the VanLuce's seamstress, Miss Amelia Compeau. I assumed since we were advancing in business you should meet the people working for you. Amelia has made all the clothing thus far for the VanLuce company, we should discuss our ideas in the fur trade with her." Demetre sighed, sinking into his chair and looked through his fingers "so you really weren't joking about all that production that was going on..." "though we have made very little produce, we are making things nonetheless." she smiled.
Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 4:59 pm
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(haha I just finished reading Vol 11 or somewhere around there and there was a tailor who dressed like that (or somewhat) is this Amelia based off of her?)
Rosa watched without emotion as Rebecca left the room. She finished applying the makeup as her mind throbbed in pain once more. 'damn, it just keeps coming back!' She rubbed her temples to ease the pain and exited the room. She just saw Rebecca and her brat walk out of the meeting room while she was just down the hall. The servants in the halls opened the door for Rosa as she entered the wrap up of the meeting. The participants of the meeting began to shuffle out the doors. As they all got into the carriages once again, a black bird cawed loudly which startled half the people. The eyes were golden. 'A messenger'
When the carriage got back to downtown Paris, the sun had gone down a bit and left a golden glow. The bird was perched on a fence in a nearby alley. Rosa gave her kisses and goodbyes along with a rivaling smirk served with a glare to the other lady. She then pranced over to the fence without disturbing anyone. The bird looked at her before morphing into a fine leather letter. To: Rosa Belle Reaper #2067B-39
Your target you have acquired, Timothy Hankerson, has been inspected and verified. He is not the Rogue Reaper we are searching for. We have yet to acquire details on the Rogue Reaper that would aid you. Another Messenger will be sent with a photo and information when possible. Keep your Eye out for any suspicious characters.
~Soul Keep Branch 28 Rosa gave the letter back to the messenger and feed it a few treats before it flew away. She sighed over the thought that she'd have to work a little overtime. Which she has been doing for a while now. She walked back into the crowd that was weakening as the sun did.
Timothy was at his hotel. It was a small hotel that overlooked a little portion of the town, it did not have a view of the tower but it was still a nice little view. He was on the 2nd highest floor of the hotel. He opened his window just before he sat at the desk and began writing a journal report. It was getting late as the sun was turning it's post over to the bright moon. He was finishing up on the last portion of the journal when he felt a sudden chill. 'I should close the window now. It's getting cold.' He got up, turned and just as his candle went out, faced a beast in the window staring at him with cold eyes, thirsting blood. He let out a scream of terror which was interrupted as the beast lunged to him.
*whisper whisper*
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(.....stare....maybe.....and cmon the anime was so good i haadd to read the manga. AND5234g9tuehqfdqf i loved the most recent arc. Also I adore how undertaker is just every bloody where.) (also...i kinda want to save my source of income cough* timothy *cough lol but fine! I'll let you devour him, what a shame. ^.^)
Rebecca smiled "Miss Amelia, I believe the Master has had his fill for today." "ah-! yes my lord, as I said a pleasure to meet you" she bowed shakily and scurried off. "I assure you Amelia is the best, her designs will give us a steady income at the very least. The past few days I have set up a few products, however I am sad to say that aside from Amelia I have yet to provide any other servants my lord. Also Amelia will be needing to stay with us here in france for the time being." "tsk I don't care. All I really need is you, I mean other than for the 'act' I suppose, but really she could die so long as it benefits me"
Rebecca's eyebrow twitched "...how very childish of you young master." she mumbled, angrily and dissapointed "you haven't forgotten why I am here right? Why I havn't bothered to-" she was starting to lose her composure and stopped herself. Demetre sent a glare her way followed by a smile "why how ve-ry de-man-ding of you" he said in a similarly mocking tone. "Please don't fret, I intend to give you my soul, all of it." he sat in his chair leaning back in it. "We need to get the act first, in order to be able to find out-" he clenched his teeth "find out who it was." Rebecca paused then almost gave him a sincere smile, "well then, it's about time you went to bed then young master." she bowed.
Rebecca blew out the candle and walked down the hall thinking to herself 'I have half a mind to think that this is what i get for picking you off the streets.' she sighed heading towards the kitchen, 'then again even at that you're quite pathetic. Why did I choose you.' she began beating some eggs viciously. 'maybe I felt pity, maybe it was a look in your eye.' she sighed placing something in the oven 'Then again you were being beat up. Perhaps...' setting a timer she left whatever was there to cook, and headed outside for a stroll. Taking and opening up an umbrella 'perhaps there was a perseverance that I admired, could be me just taking advantage of your want for hope..but...you didn't have hope in your eyes did you Demetre. You had anger, and hate, and innocence.' she began walking carelessly, not really paying attention to where she was headed. 'maybe, who knows, I suppose I'll find out when i eat you. Am I even hungry anymore? I-' her face planted into someones chest, her umbrella fell to the floor. She almost accused the man for being clumsy, but then again that wouldn't be the Van Luce way now would it? She looked up at him and was about to speak, when she saw fear in his eyes. He was terrified, taking a few steps back from her. She was utterly confused. Not so much insulted as one would expect but just confused.
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 10:39 am
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Knew it! Amelia was based off of that lady! Ugh! but I don't like acting Timothy! Fii~ne. . .
*whisper whisper*
Silver drops pitter patter on the floor, are they mine or are the yours? Doesn't matter much anyways, A shank has wedged it's ways into your path. Devour him my pet, Devour him whole. I await your move. The Devil has spoken.
The next morning was colder than the day before. The morning routines of the shop keepers was normal as they set out their stands and filled it with merchandise. Dirty children ran the streets and grabbed what they could before a butcher ran after them with a knife. They were Octopuses, grabbing everything and anything with many arms. Between two buildings, Roza stood watching everyone carefully. She needed another lead. Or maybe she needed to investigate more. She stood there until the sun was well on it's way to the center of the sky. The crowd thickened and it wasn't any use to stand there anymore. She weaved through the crowd before a news stand caught her eye. A bloody murder attempt in a Hotel in the outskirts of Paris.
Red Red Red. That's all it was. Staining the floor and sheets of the bed. Some was on the wall, others on the desk. He drifted away from conciseness, memories still flashing. He still attempted to sit up only to be forced back down. "you need to rest, you've lost too much blood" said the voice of the person holding him down. He tried remembering horror of last night. He just finished writing a journal report when a 'demon' entered his window and attacked him. He struggled enough and knocked over a lamp which let out a large crash. The Hotel workers in the lobby ran up when complaints rose of loud banging in the room. There were several people outside the door already, the demon fled when the door opened. The hotel Workers found him, on the ground with his blood smeared everywhere. He was rushed to the hospital in the nick of time. That's where he is now. He isn't able to speak. It's early morning, he had a whole agenda planned for today. That was Scattered along with his blood. You Should Sleep now. You need to regain your strength. The voice said and shut his eyes with their warm soft hand. "Get Well SoonMy Helpless Prey . . ."
"So he was attacked. It's a miracle that he survived. . ." Roza said aloud as she read the newspaper at the stand. She dropped a coin for the paper onto the counter and walked away. She walked past a few shops when one gave an especially strong vibe. It was a little store wedged between a large restaurant and large Toy Shop. "What's this? 'Reedle Magick?' hmm, It looks like a break from the crowd at least" Roza spoke to herself. She pulled the door open and walked inside.
(That's enough for now, I think I might make another RPC soon for here too)
but then again, Rosa is dumb for not locking the door
