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"It seems to me, Mrs. Night." This man's tone no longer the respectful one it had been moments ago, now he sounded annoyed despite having never felt the emotion before - or had he? "That I had actually done you a favor by removing a large number of people whom you appeared to have not enjoyed being with." Eyes glinting dangerously he shook himself, "My apollogizes," He said quickly, before Kaiori had a chance to react to his previous actions, "I'm sorry. It seems I'm a bit aggitateable today. Well I'm to be speaking with you son later today, Griffin I believe his name was, and noticed you departing and was hopeing for a moment of your time before I met your young heir."

Curtious and respectful he tried to cover for his previous lapse in manners with a slight bow of the head, only slight because he'd have to phsyically remove Kaiori Night were he to bow completely. Or was it to kneel before queens? Oh damn all this planet and it's inhabitants!

Oh what Kaiori didn't know was it often took one man's voice, even though his voice spoke a lie, to turn the voices of other men on her in a frenzy. That effect was more so true because of her son's vast wealth and her own personal royalty. Not, of course, that he cared much for that. After all Kaiori's personality was more then noted with those about the area, quick temper and a witt to match her deadly aim. Following behind her he tried to be as meek mannered as possible, attempting to make up for his earlier slip up. The halls they walked were precisely as he expected a corperate office to be, his own polished mirror black shoes sounding dully where Kaiori's high heels were much noticeably higher in sound. Upon entering the room this man, who gave nor had a name, took the opportunity to fix the fabric adorning his chest - giving his business style jacket a quick adjustment just for the sake of something to do while she closed the curtains.

"An accomplished son, you must be proud." He said as he accepted, gracefully, one of the seats offered by the queen. He sat only after she had, of course, and kept his eyes carefully trained on her's. He wasn't far handsome, if you were attracted to lithe framed men, and for what ever reason seemed to radiate a feel of joy. His face even held the impression, slight cracks along the corner of his lips and eyes made his face look more ready for a smile or, even better yet, a good hearty laugh. His presence wasn't so much imposeing, as though he could do so if he wished, but rather that of a good friend comeing for a visit who's deep blue eyes could melt even the coldest of heart's. But such wasn't the intention of the man, of course not! What sort of interest would a queen - a married one at that - have in him, of all people?! No, she was likely into those big strong macho types who drove expensive cars and lived in big houses. All this guy had was his suit, his pretty smile, a ring of silver, and a very large...gun.

((Sorry that took so long. Was on the phone))

The man smiles at Kaiori's reaction to the shoes. Those did look rather uncomfortable, and now that he thought more on it his own shoes didn't feel to right either. He wondered, breifly, if she'd mind if he took his off, then decided against it as he was here for a business meeting with her son and it wouldn't exactly look professional sitting around with Griffin's mother in a very casual manner. That was a good question, he wanted to speak with her for a reason but wasn't exactly sure what, "As to that, Mrs. Night I'm not entirely certain. You see I only woke up a short while ago and upon waking up I was compelled to come speak to your son Griffin. Seeing you I felt a desire to speak with you as well, if you'll forgive me for this utter waste of time." With a smile he tried his best to relax in his seat without looking like he was getting too comfortable. After all at a single word from her he'd leave and never look back, she was royalty after all!

"Oh I honestly believe this won't be a waste of his time." With a sly smile he reached his hand into his coat, the silky material of the inside of his business suit caressing his flesh as he drew out the heavy weapon. Twice the size of a normal handgun, it would have taken two of Mrs. Night's hands to hold this behemoth of a weapon, the weapon this man drew was a strange weapon indeed. Looking to be similar, or a strange cross breed between, in structure to a Colt .45 ACP or a .454 Casull, with it's box like barrel and - to excuse the useage of such a descriptive term - obvious brutish appearance. The weapon was impressive, if one was into handguns that most people wouldn't be able to shoot and despite the fact this man was thin he held the weapon with ease, but the real thing that was going to get was the munitions inside. Bullets were all fine and dandy, a .50 caliber machine gun rending human flesh was still a work of art, but if you just couldn't beat a good old fashion laser for destructive power. That point aside a lot of old timers hated being pushed aside by the recent recycler model handguns - utilizing a self recharging battery cell which promped for near limitless ammo and fireing bursts of super heated light - finally developed a stable prototype for the hybrid charges.

Taking the basic fundementals of key minerals of war, steel, iron, lead, uranium, plutonium, and similarly based items of note, they broke them down to their atomic structures. Once that was done, suspending the atoms in a controlled enviroment, the atoms were transported off planet to one of the many Empire haul stations - large foundry style space ports where miners could melt down their hauls and refine the more precious minerals from them via civilian grade plasma burners - and capsule these mineral atoms inside a perpetual state of plasmic burn. Once the balistic projectile is broken the energy release is far greater to that of any known hand laser weapons in existance. The down falls, of course, are risk to users and limited ammo supply where a balistic user had to have more ammo remade and reloaded a laser could simply recharge their battery.

"Besides, I've always wanted to meet you. If you don't mind me saying so of course." Holding the gun out before him he looked a little comical, such a thin man holding a huge weapon like that. "You're a bit famous, you know, and not just because of your son or royal blood."

Tucking the weapon back into it's holster, the black leather straining under the weight, this man turned to regard Kaiori in a blank stare of confusion. "Anymore?" He mumbled, "Afford what?" He tucked his quiet little questions into pauses of Kaiori's angry triad, trying vainly to descover the means to her suddenly aggitated outburst, and then he remembered. She was Kaiori! There wasn't a woman alive who was meaner than she was with a gun! Haha, oh what a joyous honor it was...wait...oh she didn't mean...?! A faint tinge of red colored this man's cheek, "Mrs. Night I fear you've...misunderstood my meaning." Clearing his throat louder than needed he vied for a second to think. Ho-boy! "I didn't mean to imply, I mean I was refering to of course to your abilities with the side arm. Not, of course I'd never would have expected you of all people." Or maybe he had? Hands raised, waving from side to side defensively dismissing his own comments. Oh what a bother.

*A man would approach the Count. Dress sharply in black with the symbol of twice royal embroidered on his back, he seemed to be a messenger.*

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*Now it was Kaiori’s turn to blush. She had not only falsely accused the man; she had also proven openly what she had been. She drops her head into her hands.* Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed. *She turns a light pink down to her toes, her eye lashes brush her reddening cheeks.* I’m just used…to it. *She laughs suddenly, her eyes closing completely. After a moment she regains her composure, covering her mouth with a delicate hand.* I must apologize again, my life has not led me down a path that allows me to trust men. But I see now, you’re one of the more normal ones. *She touches his cheek with a wink. The moment is broken by a knock at the door.*

Mother? Dad’s been waiting on the private line for over an hour. And why are there a bunch of crazy women going through your clothes? *Griffin opens the door and walks in. He looks stressed as usual and more then a little angry. He glances at his mother, then at the man in the chair and then at her bare feet. His eyes harden, much like how his mother usually reacted to things. His hands tighten on the clip board in his grip, soon enough it snaps into kindling at his feet. Griffin is a full demon, and not one to be trifled with, obviously this man had made a strong first impression.*

*Kaiori bends over and picks up her heels.* I’ll take care of all of that. *She pats her son on the cheek.* Don’t go all crazy, he’s a nice man. He has a good product. *She smiles back at the odd stranger before heading to the nearest phone.*

*Griffin sighs and closes the door behind him. He walks into the room and seats himself behind the desk. He folds his fingers together and shoots the man across from him another warning glare.* so, what have you got then?

*Kaiori dashes to the elevator, putting in her card key it jumps to one of the hidden floors. These floors weren’t marked options in the actual elevator but with a code or keycard it would stop on one of them. This floor was all her own. Walking into her room she closes the door behind her. The women had left her closet in shambles but an outfit had been laid out on her purple silk bed. Picking up the phone she finds her fingers trembling. He was calling her again.*

“Hello?”

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It’d be in your best interest to stay away from my mother.*Griffin raises an eyebrow but remains utterly unfazed.* Forgive me; I am a proud man, though I most ardently agree with you on your other points. All I’ve been doing has been trying to get to this point. Before now, I had no power, no allies, nothing. Well I did have money, but now I have even more. Still I’m very… unskilled in the craftsmanship department.*He chuckles lowly and leans back into his chair. This man was brave coming here and talking to him like this.* Now, you have my undivided attention so, please make your pitch.