Raiha Posted January 26, 2010 Share Posted January 26, 2010 [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i][b][center]The Brotherhood of Eternal Repose Heir Apparent: Ginling Ling-Sum as "The Silver Fairy" NPC: Sen, Ling-Sum's maidservant NPC: The Bear General Ginling Xia-Liu The Sisterhood Of The Serpent Liu Fenghui as "Jade Servant of the August Personage" Lady Mu-Rong Zhenzhen as "Lady of A Hundred Paces" Male Prostitute: Gan Xingba as "Jade Serpent" Male Prostitute Fei Xen as "Black Claw" Madam Yang Meili as "Yellow Plum Female Prostitute Tseng Zhen-Yin the "Obsidian Butterfly" Free Agent Mercenary Fei Wo Han as "The Crimson Steed" Half Breed Gabriel Yu Officer Of The Law, SFPD Detective Lieutenant Sebastien Bastien" Besson ******[/center][/b] The rain was incessant now, and on the penthouse floor of the Brotherhood of Eternal Repose, a beautiful girl sat on a white leather chaise lounge, her legs stretched out, ankles tapering to well proportioned and manicured toes. Designer wedge sandals blended neatly with her almost peasant style Western dress, and her maidservant was dressed in a slightly more subdued version. The two were waiting patiently, for half an hour now, but the rain was most likely the reason for the nearly inexcusable delay. Her father was never late. The Bear General would sooner sacrifice a finger or possibly even a hand, in order to avoid tardiness. And eventually the wide french doors leading to the hallway and elevator opened. Two well dressed suits walked into the room, earbuds not even apparent. They nodded politely to their employer's daughter and then turned to flank the entryway. Another manservant followed, this time right on the heels of the Bear General, Xia-Liu, loving father, ruthless leader, cunning CEO of multi-national corporations. He opened his arms to his daughter, and she rushed to him, the better to be embraced by arms that were likewise embraced by a five thousand dollar suit from Los Angeles.[/i] "Baba! You're terribly late! Dinner has gone cold." "Oh come now, surely I'm not quite that late." "You are! The cook must have hung himself by now in despair." "I'm sure we can replace him. Tea please." [i]Freeing himself gently, Xia-Liu turned and accepted the cup of Oo Loong from his daughter's maidservant. Taking a healthy gulp, despite the temperature, he sighed with pleasure and took his daughter's arm, leading her into the dining room. Sitting closer to each other, rather at opposite ends, the meal began immediately, with the cook, surprisingly alive, serving everything with the sort of silent slavish devotion that one normally saw in an expensive restaurant. Not only did he disappear as soon as he'd served the soup, but he'd also managed to refresh their glasses of water, and somehow pour the plum wine in the bargain. Some days, their employees earned their mildly embarrassing salaries. Conversing quietly, father and daughter talked of their mutual business concerns, and once more, Xia-Liu marveled at the daughter he had been blessed with. Not only was she as unfrivolous as a woman could possibly be, she was also smart enough to know a good venture from a bad one, and capable of holding the reins of power in his increasingly common absences. All that remained was her future marriage and production of a healthy male heir to his fortunes. He had no doubts that his daughter would fulfill his desires in the fullness of time. When dinner concluded with the obligatory slices of fresh fruit and still more tea, Xia-Liu brought out a package for her that his manservant had patiently been holding all throughout dinner.[/i] "I hope you wear this for tomorrow night's function." "As long as it isn't a funeral shroud." [i]Sen opened the box for her mistress and held up a shimmering chi pao in silken silver and gold threads, with heavy brocade embroidery at the hems and throat. Ling-Sum, as unspoiled as an only child could possibly be, let her hands flutter uncertainly and look to her father as if for permission to touch such a gift.[/i] "Oh Baba, you've been in the garment districts again!" "I'm glad you like it." "People will think you've gone [i]tongxinglian[/i]." "Nonsense, every father needs to give something like this to his daughter, especially before an important meeting." "Oh...alright." [i]She kissed his cheek gently and swept up both Sen and her gift on her way to her rooms. There she sat at her vanity table, undoing the pins in her elaborate chingon, while Sen put away her present. As her hair came undone to swirl around her face in a dark cloud, she sighed with a certain sort of melancholy and shook her head quickly to clear it.[/i] "Hot water please Sen. The lavender this time." "Of course." [i]With alacrity, Sen turned to the bathroom that was meant to be Ling-Sum's, but happily shared with her supposed servant, and began the process of filling the inlaid bathtub with both water hot enough to boil eggs, and lavender scented chips. As the steam began to occlude the mirrors, Ling-Sum allowed Sen to help unzip her high necked dress, then help her down the rather slippery steps into the water. Such was the perogative of the rich. They could afford beautiful things that one could slip on and then break their very rich necks upon.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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