<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200315.msg9855865#msg9855865">Quote from: Calrond on 16-04-2014, 03:45:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Meanwhile, the blonde Toreador Harpy, Angelique Stravinsky, notices Barir slowly scanning back and forth, watching the crowd and decides to get a closer look at the young man. She slinks over to him, wearing a form-fitting black dress that extends to her knees, along with a pair of black high heels. Draped over her shoulders is a white silk shawl. Angelique stands beside Barir, snaking her arms around one of his so that it appears that he is escorting her, and she speaks to him with an almost musical voice. Her remnant of a Russian accent seems to soften many of the hard consonants a native English speaker might use.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you for keeping us safe tonight, Barir bin Yasha, and for assisting the Sheriff with fighting the Sabbat. Tell me,"</strong> she purrs. <strong>"Do you prefer to be called 'Barir' or 'Deputy bin Yasha?'"</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XJroK22.jpg)</div><strong>Barir bin Yasha</strong>- Appearance 3, Black stain of Diablerie in his aura for those with who succeed on Auspex II roll<br/><br/>Civilian. Unarmed. No hidden weapons beneath the sheer black dress. Not a current threat. These were the thoughts that Barir had when the harpy had came close. He had assumed, of course, that she had simply been meaning to pass by him and continue on, the object of her attention being somewhere beyond and he simply having happened to come in between her and her desire by chance. Giving her no more thought, he continued to scan the rest of the room, as well as one of the nearby windows, maintaining his guard against an attack--if one were to come, it wouldn't find him wanting. The sudden pressure on his arm startled him, and he almost jumped in surprise, though he was able to at the very least school that impulse.<br/><br/>He looked down, and saw the diminutive vampiress draped on his arm, and an eyebrow furrowed. He had received short descriptions on some of the notable Kindred who would be attending the Elysium from Sheriff Reyes, and he struggled to find the woman's name in his mind that still tried to grasp her reason for having made contact with him. A few moments that began to become uncomfortable passed as Barir struggled awkwardly to find her name before it finally came to him. "Ms. Stravinsky," he said, his face unmoving as he tried to hide his emotions from the harpy. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance," the words are there, but there's little feeling behind it as confusion mix withe caution.<br/><br/>He had heard of creatures such as this lovely one, trend-setters and opinion-leaders who guided the flow of the community's communal emotions. Get on one's good side, and you might find yourself having a pleasant time seated among the highest in the court. Get on one's bad side, however, and the whole city could be turned against you in moments with the Prince pressured into calling a Blood Hunt in response to whatever you may--or may not--have done. It was a tenuous knife's edge, and he would have far rathered to have escaped her attention. Still, it would do him no good to get her riled up against him, and he shuddered to ponder what thoughts resided in her mind as she examined him almost as though he were a strange butterfly beneath a magnifying glass, wings pinned and shaking against the needles that held it in place.<br/><br/>"Barir, please," he answered her in his own faintly-accented voice, the mixture of Middle-East and British English just as strange in this place as her own accent. He looked down at her arm, almost locked down on his own, and wondered if it would be unsightly to shake her off and make a run for it before he fell too far down the rabbit hole. Probably, though the risk would have been worth it if he hadn't noticed the Sheriff looking unapprovingly at him for a moment before turning her attention away. Yipes, he would have to be careful, and on his best behavior.<br/><br/>"So, what do you think of the Elysium thus..." he trailed off as he got a closer look at her. Blue eyes the color of the sky against a foreground of yellow daisies stood out to him against dark eyeshadow, a contrast against the pale skin. Red lips looking so soft that he wanted to drink them in eternally. Her throat bared against the black of her dress called for him to softly press his fangs into her and drink deeply. He swallowed, wondering where those feelings had come from, and tried to push them down with only partial success as he finished the sentence lamely, "...far?"