I had lodgings in mind, but not yet booked. I suppose I could take you up on your generosity.
[A potentially risky move on her part, but it has its advantages. Her disguise having connections with the Northland Bank would further increase the smoke veil around identity and motive. She would have to conduct herself carefully in such a space, but it's not a game she's unfamiliar with.]
( Everyone uses the Northland Bank. Seeing an occasional odd individual enter it may not raise as many flags as she thinks. Then again, there is cause for the paranoia given the gravity of the situation.
Besides, Pantalone has unsavory experiences as far as traveling goes. He would rather stay in the comfort of what he considers home rather than a hotel with faulty security. )
You let me stay at your place. Consider us even for now, but don't be getting ahead of yourself. There are no secrets there for you to exploit.
You say that like collecting secrets is the only way I ever have fun. Do be aware we will have to engage in the party for some time.
["So other types of fun may be part of the requirement," is left unsaid. Though perhaps his fun will be less from the party and more using this opportunity to simply tag along and watch how she works.
Though even if he warns the staff to keep their mouth shut... some people just can't help running their mouth. And the people inside the building aren't the only ones she'll be listening for.]
Have any requests for what you'd like to see?
[Another question mostly made in jest. She wouldn't base her disguise wholly on his preferences even if he were to give them — which she doesn't expect he will.]
Perhaps then I shall pair it with white. I've always found the contrast appealing.
[Blood on snow. Wine on a ceremonial dress. Something soft and pure suddenly marred either by something fresh, fleeting and vibrant — or dark, deep, and permanent. It's a striking combination, but not the most original. Accenting the ensemble with gold and the masquerade theme should be enough to make her fit right in.
After all, most attendants will be some level of ostentatiously gaudy.]
I'll be in the area prior to the event. No need to host me for that long if you like your space.
( Bringing the bitterness of winter to Fontaine would be quite on brand for him, especially with someone at his side. Perhaps Nefer has been destined to carry on her life in foreign land, a place where her cunning brutality will always be embraced. )
No. Meet me at the Northland Bank. We still have to make sure we're both on the same page regarding our agreement.
( After a reasonable amount of time setting up his arrangements in accordance with their plan, Pantalone finally breathes in the crisp air in Fontaine. It's bright here, so much so that he remains cooped up in the Northland Bank office while he waits for the said Mehen to grace the marble floors. Business remains as usual, except that more experienced staff from Snezhnaya have replaced the residents.
The contract rests under gloved fingertips and a smile. He's not disguised yet, that's too much remarkable effort for now, but he's not wearing his typical Fatui get up either. A mere jacket with his usual turtle neck is more than enough for this weather. It's not like people here are familiar with his face, and those who have met him have long been taken by the flow of time. He fits in as a nobleman with equal manners and presentation, stepping into the lobby whenever he hears the doors open. )
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[A potentially risky move on her part, but it has its advantages. Her disguise having connections with the Northland Bank would further increase the smoke veil around identity and motive. She would have to conduct herself carefully in such a space, but it's not a game she's unfamiliar with.]
How exciting. I may even have some fun.
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Besides, Pantalone has unsavory experiences as far as traveling goes. He would rather stay in the comfort of what he considers home rather than a hotel with faulty security. )
You let me stay at your place. Consider us even for now, but don't be getting ahead of yourself. There are no secrets there for you to exploit.
sorry work kicked my ass this week
["So other types of fun may be part of the requirement," is left unsaid. Though perhaps his fun will be less from the party and more using this opportunity to simply tag along and watch how she works.
Though even if he warns the staff to keep their mouth shut... some people just can't help running their mouth. And the people inside the building aren't the only ones she'll be listening for.]
Have any requests for what you'd like to see?
[Another question mostly made in jest. She wouldn't base her disguise wholly on his preferences even if he were to give them — which she doesn't expect he will.]
no worries!
( He can hold his liquor well, too. Besides, in the realm of underground crime, he might even have them beat. )
Haha. Well...
( She's fishing and he knows it, and if they're going to be working like this then he might as well throw her a bone. )
Perhaps a shade of red, the kind that makes enemies realize it could be their blood on you.
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[Blood on snow. Wine on a ceremonial dress. Something soft and pure suddenly marred either by something fresh, fleeting and vibrant — or dark, deep, and permanent. It's a striking combination, but not the most original. Accenting the ensemble with gold and the masquerade theme should be enough to make her fit right in.
After all, most attendants will be some level of ostentatiously gaudy.]
I'll be in the area prior to the event. No need to host me for that long if you like your space.
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No. Meet me at the Northland Bank. We still have to make sure we're both on the same page regarding our agreement.
( Aka: A contract is waiting for her. )
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switching to action ok?
The contract rests under gloved fingertips and a smile. He's not disguised yet, that's too much remarkable effort for now, but he's not wearing his typical Fatui get up either. A mere jacket with his usual turtle neck is more than enough for this weather. It's not like people here are familiar with his face, and those who have met him have long been taken by the flow of time. He fits in as a nobleman with equal manners and presentation, stepping into the lobby whenever he hears the doors open. )
Miss Mehen.