Edward does not like surprises. Certainly not ones that could potentially be seen as a challenge to his authority in Denver.
There are a few hours, when this was planned, that Birdie spent answering questions. No, it's not official business as far as she's aware, though yes, they are a Primogen. Yes, a Setite, but no, not a proselytizing one. Most of that time is spent in tense silence as Edward considers until finally Birdie reminds him that she does have friends that aren't Anarchs, especially after all this time, and he dismisses her to make arrangements.
Generally, holding Elysium is a casual affair in Denver. Edward dislikes leaving the Broadstreet for Court, though he has plenty of other properties. On an average night he meets with Kindred at a booth where he sits flanked by his Childer like some bluesy mafia don, but tonight he's set up in a back room to accept audiences away from the crowd of Kine in the rest of the club.
When Ouija arrives they will find:
- Their name prominently featured on a guest list that gets them in the door quickly - A generous mix of Kindred and Kine inside, milling around - Music pumping through speakers (not Birdie -- one of Edward's old bands) - Over at the bar near the end closest to the door: Birdie
She's engaged in conversation with a few fans. Not Kindred, but regulars, the kind that like to say they know someone famous and then drop the name of their local news anchor. Her smile with them is subdued, tolerant. It's always a little different, feeling the adoration of the audience when she knows part of it has come from manipulation. The moment she sees Ouija come through the door, though, the smile is magnified. So, too, is the tension in her shoulders.
It's easy enough to extricate herself with the usual niceties and meet them halfway from the door.
"Welcome to Denver," said with a smile, though it seems a little forced, now, as the reality of Ouija and Edward meeting one another is going full steam ahead from worry to reality.
"He's in the back, if you want to get that over with. I don't go on for a little while yet."
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There are a few hours, when this was planned, that Birdie spent answering questions. No, it's not official business as far as she's aware, though yes, they are a Primogen. Yes, a Setite, but no, not a proselytizing one. Most of that time is spent in tense silence as Edward considers until finally Birdie reminds him that she does have friends that aren't Anarchs, especially after all this time, and he dismisses her to make arrangements.
Generally, holding Elysium is a casual affair in Denver. Edward dislikes leaving the Broadstreet for Court, though he has plenty of other properties. On an average night he meets with Kindred at a booth where he sits flanked by his Childer like some bluesy mafia don, but tonight he's set up in a back room to accept audiences away from the crowd of Kine in the rest of the club.
When Ouija arrives they will find:
She's engaged in conversation with a few fans. Not Kindred, but regulars, the kind that like to say they know someone famous and then drop the name of their local news anchor. Her smile with them is subdued, tolerant. It's always a little different, feeling the adoration of the audience when she knows part of it has come from manipulation. The moment she sees Ouija come through the door, though, the smile is magnified. So, too, is the tension in her shoulders.
It's easy enough to extricate herself with the usual niceties and meet them halfway from the door.
"Welcome to Denver," said with a smile, though it seems a little forced, now, as the reality of Ouija and Edward meeting one another is going full steam ahead from worry to reality.
"He's in the back, if you want to get that over with. I don't go on for a little while yet."