([X] Reflection (Mirror Night) - V.K.) (Car vote)
[X] Starting drama between people (OoOooh)
-[x]Flirt with Everyone
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"Well, this could have gone better." You grumble as you are "persuaded" away from the main room and up the stairs by one of the 'guests,' or very obviously a member of security in disguise. Their disguise is so-so, just by looking at them you wouldn't have figured anything, but their behavior was too obvious.
Then again, at the moment you feel that train of thought is a little hypocritical. Note to self, dye your hair or something the next time I decide to create a distraction by attracting attention to myself. That way when you pretend you are another guest and this is all a misunderstanding, security can't pointedly glare at your hair while tapping their feet like an array of impatient school children. Well, that's if the fact that you are being led upstairs instead of removed from the premises doesn't mean you are going to be killed. Really that would be a bit far, it isn't like you hurt anyone. Even if your rather mesmerizing attempts to flirt with the unappreciative swine this party calls 'guests' did leave more than one poor sap unblinking and unable to comprehend he is supposed to be flattered.
Don't even get me started on the other girls, they were even worse, one even had the nerve to douse your passionate flame with her drink.
You must admit, you're rather bitter from the experience. But distracted for a moment from your escort, who was a lot more cordial than escorts past, you peak into some of the rooms you pass. One, filled entirely with glass skulls has a painting of Napoleon eating a sandwich. Okay, that's weird.
As you pass another you smell pasta sauce, and peer in to see something weirder than the last room. A room, filled to the brim with collanders, and little figurines, all seemingly made of spaghetti, arranged in a large coronation of a king spaghetti figure. Above this grand spaghetti coronation is a scaled model(Made of spaghetti still) of what you can only describe as a... Flying spaghetti monster? Hung by a wire on the ceiling, he seems to be presiding over the spaghetti king coronation. Clearing his throat, the security member closes the door and looks at you.
"I'm afraid we don't have time to admire the place, sir." He says, and you feel indignant for a moment.
Finally, after what feels like an unbearable amount of walking - because the fact that this is a mansion needed flaunting so much you had to walk in a circle around it to get to our destination. "Yes I did notice Mr. totally incognito security officer who's mask isn't even on right!" You arrive at a needlessly large door. "You know this would be ominous if I hadn't had so much time to stop pretending I care on the way." You remark, and your escort chuckles. It appears he appreciated the detour about as much as you did. So then why did he make you take it? Now that is ominous.
"Enter." The escort commands, while pointing at the door. It appears he isn't coming with. It is about this moment you are beginning to have second thoughts about this, perhaps you should have ran away instead of following him. You still could run, though. As you play with the thought for a moment the escort looks at you impatiently. You reach for the door handle and pull.
The sight that reaches me upon the door's grudging acceptance of my pull - transmitted to me through communication method of squeaky hinge - is so utterly disappointing I find myself wanting to close it and try again. Inside the room is bereft of decoration, besides a lone oak desk with scant few papers on it, and an oversized pencil, and the back of a fine leather chair. You count to three as you move forward, the door lightly deciding not to squeak this time as it closes on its own, betting that when you make it to- "three." you announce, and sure enough the chair spins to dramatically reveal- none other than the one guy you were expecting.
On the bright side, there is no man as rich as him that would dirty themselves with blood when they could have someone else do it, so you suppose that means you're am safe for the time being. Then again, you have also heard he is even more tastefully eccentric than you are. Perhaps this will be amusing. "I have been expecting you." He says, and it echoes around the room deeply. Oh, that's why the room is so empty, so there's nothing to block the reverberating of the sound. Smart, if not a rather large amount of effort to achieve something pointless. Than again, perhaps you are being unfair, at-least the room isn't painfully dark or bright like in some kind of over the top spy movie.
"I would hope so, it took over ten minutes to get here." You remark, and he has the nerve to laugh at me. "If that walk was purely so he could set up here, I am going to hit someone with a pan before I leave."
"I am sorry about that, but I had to be sure you were who I thought you were." Ok, now he is being needlessly cryptic.
"And how exactly did boring me achieve that?"
"Quite simple really, if I was to ask your escort he would tell me with pure honesty that he took you straight here, and the walk was only about thirty seconds." Must, fight, urge, to, fry.
"The very fact that you actually remember the trip here, despite the attempt to subvert your mind with magic, tells me you are in fact tainted by the Astral Sea. Yet here you are, confused and staring at me like I have grown an extra head." Damn straight I am- magic, astral sea?
"Most humans cannot survive with enough Astral energy in them to counter illusions so effortlessly, and yet here you are, not even aware and entirely unaffected. That is why you have been sent here, my associate and I believe you are perfect for a job in the Astral Sea."
"You hired me?" I ask, unable to contain my surprise, but luckily not actually spilling why I am here. Just in case.
"No, but I was informed you were coming, and recognized the energy sticking to you immediately. I must say I appreciated your attempts to flirt with my guests, but in the future, please refrain from wasting such brilliant efforts on idiots who can't appreciate it." Never-mind, you love this guy. Must, not, cry.
"So, what will it be? Will you take me up on my job offer, or will you walk back the way you came and leave empty-handed?"
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[] Take the job offer(or at the very least temporarily say yes to see where this goes)
[] Leave while you still can!
[] Do something unexpected (This is the vote where you let me have some fun)
