Nakmarr Party: Troublesome Children

[Arako]

Regardless of what Leon is doing or who he is with, a shadow portal opens in the room he is and out steps their host. Somewhere along the way he seems to have picked up a goblet of wine. Of course Leon won't know he didn't step through the portal with it from the other end. He takes a sip as he looks around, as if he needs the time to take in the situation around him and didn't peek ahead through the shadows. He likes to pretend to be mortal when his little shadow leaders aren't running around telling their new friends he's a god. But he trusts Troy won't just go around shouting that to everyone else. “Morning, enjoying the party?” He looks over at the still made up bed Troy didn't come and sleep in last night and makes his way over to it for emphasizes. He pauses for a second and wonders if he should ask Leon for payment in exchange for information of if he too would just refuse and storm out of the room instead of haggling. That wouldn't be all that much fun and he doesn't really need the Terrata, he's got his own groups of similar style. He is going to drag it out a little though for fun and giggles and give the kid a little time to prepare. People aren't as fun when they're dead. Well sometimes they still are, but he tends to hide his more necromancy hobbies from his party goers.

[Leon]

Arako's sudden appearance was an unwelcome intrusion upon his quiet morning. Leon gave the man a frown to convey this as he eyed the glass of wine in his host's hand. Drinking this early in the day? Folding his arms, he watched as the other man moved to settle himself on the edge of Troy's bed. Come to think of it, where has the boy gone? "The.. festivities... are as interesting as they always are. A pity that my wife couldn't come along this time. She was preoccupied with other matters, sadly."


Not that Marienne approved of these parties. Quite the opposite, really. Though for the sake of station, she would grin and bear it. A brow lifted in question. "Was there something that you wanted to discuss?" The man had to be plotting something. Of that there was no doubt. The only real question was, what was his aim? Leon's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Arako intently.

[Arako]

“Not really.” He takes a sip of his wine and glances around the room looking bored with Leon and his non party ways already. He doesn't comment about the wife, but she is so fun to push her buttons and endless invite her to sex. The prude ones are always fun. “But your son spent the night with Lola Grimm, so who knows what they discussed.” He grins now a little mischievously and looks back up to Leon. They are all competition for each other in certain circles, so it's only natural that Arako would find delight in the possibility that Troy is turning traitor against his his father. Arako and Leon are both said to have assassin guilds under them, though that information is very hard to come by. Most at the party won't know Arako has one, but he's sure Leon does since Leon is his biggest competition in that area. The Grimm's don't have an assassin guild, but they have Nykolas. ”It seems one of the Grimms tried to fire their family assassin last night.” He gives a little shrug as if speculating on the reasons why, “maybe they are expecting to replace him soon?” He takes in a deep breath and lets it out again, but is looking around contently as if enjoying the party. He pats Troy's empty and still made bed that he's sitting on twice with his free hand, “Well I got to go have more sex. Do enjoy the party and try to stay alive. That seems to be a problem at the moment.” He knows rumors will spread like wildfire and probably already have, so it's best to play up the events instead of trying to hide them. He stands and makes his way toward the door, just slow enough that Leon can respond to him if he wishes, pausing to look back over his shoulder when he gets there.

[Leon]

The mention of Troy in Lola's company immediately narrowed Leon's eyes. Grimm? Just what is the boy planning? It couldn't have been sex. Troy wasn't the sort to engage in idle flings. Thoughts racing, the blond folded his arms as he considered the many possibilities. He'd known that his son was nosing around about the Terrata project, though he wasn't entirely sure just how much the boy had managed to uncover. "I see..."


Replacing their assassin, were they? Leon turned to walk back to his nightstand, for all the world unconcerned with the information Arako had just dumped into his lap. He poured himself a glass of wine, sipping it slowly. The Grimms had always been easy to deal with for their lack of assassins. If they should get their hands on even one of his Terrata... No. He would have to make certain that didn't come to pass. It shouldn't be difficult. After all, he had brought one with him for just such an occasion. Smirking, the blond turned back as Arako paused in the doorway. "Do enjoy yourself, then." He, on the other hand, would be occupied with bringing his son to heel. Violently.

[Arako]

"I always do." Arako responds happily just before he exits the door and shuts it behind himself in the pretense of privacy and manners. Little happens in the shadows of his realm that he doesn't know about. Though most think he's just another elf and can't see past the ruse. Except the dragons. He grins to himself and glances in the direction of their room as if looking through the walls. Seeds are planted and the dance is about to begin.

[Leon]

Leon waited patiently to be certain Arako was well away from his room before he turned and calmly walked over to his bed. "Come, Nightbound." The shadows writhed and distorted before a young man stepped out. His pale brown eyes were fuzzy and blank, staring straight ahead as he walked over to the ambassador. Lips pursing, the older man regarded him critically. The serum still seemed to be in effect, so there was little to worry about as far as that went. 


Troy couldn't be allowed to interfere in his plans. Especially not now. The Terrata were far too valuable an asset to risk losing. Standing straight, Leon looked at one of his pet assassins. "My son has caused me enough trouble. Kill him." Soundless, the vacant eyed young man turned and vanished into writhing shadows once more. Smiling, the ambassador walked to the door. It was high time he had a spot of breakfast. He'd have to act surprised at Troy's untimely demise, of course. But for now, he would enjoy a late breakfast and some coffee.