<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Male_Asian_Hair.jpg)</div><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Marquis Captain Alaric Whitecliff</span></span></strong>,<em>Human, 199cm, 86kg, green eyes and black hair</em><br/><strong>Current location</strong>: In flight<br/><strong>Current event</strong>: The scenic route<br/><strong>Current tags</strong>: Foss, DuPierre<br/><hr/><br/>Pleased, Alaric saw the two nobles he shared the cabin with swap to the third channel.  He responded to the blank channel, "Ah, assigned seating.  How the Lyran's love their order and lists."  He allowed a plaintive note to join the arrogance in his voice.  "Well, I suppose it was too much to hope for a semiformal barbeque and hor d'oeuvres.  Disregard then."  He turned back to the window and surreptitiously adjusted his own headset to channel three.<br/><br/>"Forgive the subterfuge, Excellencies, this will only be a moment," he began, quietly less out of a desire to be quiet, but more as a necessity when trying not to<em>look</em>as if he was speaking. "I merely wished the relative privacy of a channel to ask you to consider the implications of our pilot being seated next to a Combine duchess in privacy.  I also ask you to consider that the foes which have caused this tenuous peace that our pilot has made such a deal of have not been seen in over a year, and are not expected to be seen in another.  A lot can happen in a year.  I'm sure I don't need to tell you to keep your eyes open during the dinner and see who is dining with whom or who is laughing at who's jokes."<br/><br/>Alaric knew he wasn't a leader and that he was, politically speaking, a liability to his father.  He didn't understand why that was, but he knew that his father couldn't stand to be around him and consistently sent him to the back of beyond.  There was<em>no</em>way that he could get his fellow passengers on a unified front when they arrived without preparation, and now they were going to this dinner without preparation. They were going in cold... but he couldn't<em>say</em>that without tipping his hand just in case someone was listening in after all.<br/><br/>That was like hunting Cape Buffalo without knowing that they stalked hunters back.  That was how hunters didn't come back.  "If either of you wish to speak with me, I'm leaving my man-at-arms Marks on this channel.  He will inform me if you signal.  If you have any questions or comments now, now would be a good time."  He waited before returning to the common channel and hoped his compatriots didn't ask anything that would give away too much.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Paranoia woo!</div></div>