Introductions Over -(( Mel and Xeduu

[Darkduskk]

Having done his bit in this, Fate retreated and shut the door behind Melancholy, leaving her to her fate in Xeduu's presence. Though she may not have known it, he would be waiting for her to emerge once again in the lobby.

Xeduu sat in reclining chair, a Manila envelope held in one hand while the other etched something on its surface with a ball-point, blue-ink pen.

He was older. Perhaps in his early forties in not slightly younger. Brilliant blue eyes told of a long history; showed that he'd seen more than his share in his relatively short life so far. "Melancholy, It's a pleasure to meet you. I trust your trip here was well?"

Looking to her, he showed a faint smile then stood. Stepping to his desk, he put the envelope on its surface and sat in the roller chair. Extending a hand out to a seat in front of his desk, he made it obvious that he would like her to sit; make herself comfortable. Sighing, he looked away from her and shuffled through a few papers before he pulled out a thin packet, stapled in the upper, left-hand corner. From his drawer, he pulled a slim pair of reading glasses and set them on the ridge of his snout.

Seasoned eyes skimming over a few things and occasionally stopping to allow his hand a swift stroke - marking boxes or some such.

[firefly]

Things seemed to happen so quickly, she was being pushed into the room and casted a glance over her shoulder towards Fate and raised an eyebrow. Was that anxiety he was expressing? “Melancholy” once she heard her name, she turned her attention to meet Xeduu, another interesting character. It was immediate that she noted he looked a little more… she wasn’t sure what the word she was looking for was.

But somehow, “normal” didn’t seem to cut it. He seemed a little more like a regular person rather than Fate or herself. Her focus set on the eyes for a moment, that being the first thing she usually noticed about people. It wasn’t attraction so much as it was a habit.

Taking his mind gesture, she obeyed and took a seat quietly and got comfortable. It was one of the things she did best, making herself at home in a stranger’s vicinity, she rested her elbow on the edge of his desk and placed her chin in her palm and offered him a small smile. “Pleasure’s all mine” playing by the rules of etiquette with her unfamiliar company.

Strangest yet, despite all of Fate’s signs of discomfort even after having offered the job, it seemed a bit out of place to have a man behind a desk. A good chunk of this “agency” was shielded in mystery. Sort of like a geisha in that sense.

[Darkduskk]

"So," he started, making simple conversation while he finished doing whatever he was doing, "You're looking to join the Agency." She mentally scoffed. She had no choice but to join it now.

He didn't wait for a response. Pushing a long, straight blonde lock behind his shoulder, he looked her and smiled. "It's about time another genuine vampire came here. I was beginning to think there was nothing but the artificial type left." Looking down again, he wrote down another note into a small box on the sheet.

Again looking to her, he asked, "Weapon of choice?"

[firefly]

“weapons of choice… well” she reached and mimed as if she were holding an invisible gun aimed at his head “My weapon of choice is a .45 magnum revolver, or a “broken butterfly”, closing a single eye for a second then grinned placing her hands by her side again. She pressed her palms into the edge of the seat so she could lean to the side like a teenager in a class.

“I’m a good aim… I know my way around fire arms.” Mel had a clean slate approach to a new comer she was trying to make a good impression on, like a game of poker. She kept a facial expression that the company could interpret how they liked.