@closure: welcome back
@gambler Opening the door to the Café de la Paix, Paris' own Valerie Huntington-Whiteley glided gracefully into the lavishly decorated cafe donning a Saint Laurent ivory silk v-neck and Lanvin two-tone fox fur jacket along with a pair of Balenciaga leather leggings and Louboutin stilettos. The illustrious cafe's staff instantly recognized the glamorous aristocrat, guiding her to a reserved table where she took a seat before setting down her Prada bag and removing her Chopard sunglasses. "Merci," she said courteously as a waiter placed a glace of champagne in front of her, which she took a small sip from while awaiting the arrival of her associate.
Uniquely attired in the latest innovative fashion, four of Jean Luc's female Orochi assassins elegantly emerged from the light blue Ettore Bugatti parked outside Café de la Paix. In just a short time they had been heavily influenced by the aristocratic assassin's lavish lifestyle, camouflaging their unbridled propensity for ending lives underneath a carefully constructed facade of fashionable garb. Tirelessly trained muscle memory adapting to the culturally patterned motions of decadence with voguish flair. Silently, the quartet waited as the kingpin himself fluently exited the driver's side door premiering the black Emporio Armani quilted bomber jacket with matching black Alexandre Plokhov Asymmetrical jeans. A Loree Rodkin silver chain delicately rested just below the neckline of his onyx shaded t-shirt, barely shifting as he charismatically allowed his cohorts to escort him inside before filing off in separate directions but still maintaining a visual line of sight. Slipping into the booth across from the World renowned celebrity, the faint whisper of D&G light blue filtering off his persons, Jean Luc mischievously winked. "Well dhen" leaning back extending his arms along the back of the booth. "Dis is a welcomed surprise." curious to see what the European beauty had in store.
@gambler: Pulling up in a cab was a Dopple of Belmont, however, given the current circumstances, his name was to be Aidan Gunn. He stepped out of the cab, dressed in a pressed tan suit with a darker green vest underneath, eyes clad with aviators to block out the midday sun. Gunn payed the cabbie and walked on over to the abode of one Jean Luc, a man that was to be watched closely. Gunn finally got to the front door, checking the card he received from Asteria to confirm the address and rang the doorbell, straightening his tie and clearing his throat.
@_dopple_: Sitting on an elongated sofa maintaining a visually attentive stare at the holographic HD television projection, Jean motioned with his ringed finger for Aidan to have a seat after the unknown doppelganger had been escorted inside. "You a fan?" referring to the futball match currently underway,
@gambler: "In my line of work? Didn't really have alot of time for sports..That is of course if it had to be rigged.." Gunn chuckled, walking a bit closer to Jean and extending his hand, his posture was professional and clean-cut. "Aidan Gunn, I do believe I sent over my resume, you are still of course looking for an information broker still I hope.." Gunn smiled charmingly while staring at Jean.
@gambler: (lol Sorry for taking forever with this)
Freshly acquitted with French air having only recently arrived in the country a few nights before, the artistically portrayed Paragon idly strode through the streets, his hands peacefully resting inside of his warm pockets, overtly dressed in his noticeably green garments. Too caught up in contemplative thought regarding Venezuela to notice a man standing in front, bumping into the shady figure Kurt backed up apologetically, resting his right hand onto the back of his head, looking the man over feeling like an idiot, "Ah..Sorry dude, didn't see you there" Shamefully shaking his head in personal loathing the Fallen Paragon simply tried to brush past forsaking eye contact with the possibly angered, or agitated individual.
@_dopple_: Leaning forward purposely bypassing the proposed gesture of social greeting, Jean Luc instead retrieved the opened manila folder resting on the glass table in front of the sofa. "Ah yes, quite impressive Mr. Gunn." crossing his legs as he returned his posture to a more aristocratically relaxed position. "I trust you've brought a sample piece of information? Something dat can easily, and quickly, be vetted would be appreciated."
@pyrogram: Inherently protected by his deadly female Orochi on all sides covering a 360degree range of shielded surveillance had assured the anticipated interception of the straying tourist. Deflecting any direct contact while instinctively prepared to attack. "Dat wont be necessary." chuckled Jean Luc as he exhaled a single ring of cigarette smoke. Discarding the slender clove with a flick of his finger, the Black Rose removed a piece of cloth from his pocket in order to thoroughly clean his hands. "You should watch where you're walking tourist. Tis dangerous to allow your thoughts to hinder your situational awareness."
@gambler: Valerie assessed the French-born assassin's entrance with a silent apathy, taking note of his subtle escorts as well as his clear taste for designer clothing. The French socialite's facial expression gave no insight to her thoughts as her associate took a seat across from her with a devilish air before quickly making himself comfortable. Meeting his gaze Valerie pushed back a few strands of light blonde hair before responding to his greeting. "The pleasure is mine, Monsieur Luc," she said with an alluring smile, folding her long, lean legs with a casual elegance before taking another small sip from her glass. Her enchanting features held a subtle Machiavellian quality to them, hidden behind her pale blue eyes which rested unwavering on the assassin across from her. While her eyes remained focused on his, she remained mentally aware of his undeniable charisma as well as admirable physical attributes. Opting not to comment on his choice of security, Valerie moved into stating her business. "With your parents untimely demise, it would seem appropriate to come to you with all matters relating to the LAS," she said with a relaxed formality, knowing her privacy was well respected in the elite establishment. "With that being said, I have a proposition for you."
@gambler: "In fact I have..A little taste of my work in the States.." Gunn pulled out a black folder from his coat and gently placed it on the table in front of Jean. "Elaborate detail on every mutant mob boss in Gothic..Tuning to your tastes however, prioritized from ones that are known for art collecting, what art they have as well, to ones that are known for artifact collecting. I thought you would enjoy something along those lines no?" Gunn put his hands gently in his coat with a chuckle, hoping it would both impress and interest the thief.
@valerie_huntington: A sudden and sharpened gaze had immediately transformed the international criminal's lackadaisical expression upon mention of his parents demise. Their deaths festering within his soul tormenting his dreams almost nightly. Quickly leaning forward clasping his hands together still holding a moderate level of civilized decorum, the blueblooded assassin tilted his head, "I'm all ears chere." foregoing any conversational embellishments.
@_dopple_: Visible satisfaction represented through the facial contortions of the aristocratic assassin signified his appreciation."Excellente." snapping his fingers. Without hesitation the simplistic indication had summoned one of the chateau's numerous butlers, classically attired in a manner befitting their stationary servitude. Balanced atop his white gloved hand rested a silver tray and atop that, a small all black credit card. "Dee pin number is on dee back. I trust you'll find the balance acceptable. You'll draw a weekly allowance conditioned appropriately depending on dee value of dee informational significance offered on dat week." he smirked.
@gambler: Noticing his intensified focus, Valerie leaned her own figure farther over the table, in turn leaving an even smaller gap of space between the two. The femme fatale's Chanel No. 5 wafted around her enticingly, the scent a refined combination of tasteful elegance and amorous sex appeal, similar to Valerie herself. "Since before our births, my family has aided yours in their private affairs through numerous financial and political endeavors. However, with your parent's passing and mine's loss of interest in the LAS, I've come to you to remind not only France, but the world, of the power of your family's legacy," she said with an icy determination, holding a few more lingering moments of eyes contact with the aristocratic assassin before turning to pull a pack of cigarettes from her purse. After offering one to her date she placed the stick between her lips and lit the tip, taking one delicate inhale before letting the glowing cigarette rest between her fingers with an old Hollywood glamour. "My invitation to you, Monsieur Luc, is to have your cooperation in holding an international gala right here in Paris under both our family's names. Not only will it express to the world our family's continuous alliance with one another, but it will also prove useful in unveiling whose loyalty still lies with the LAS. So, darling, what do you say?" she asked, her natural sensuality dripping from every word as she blew another cloud of wispy smoke his way.
Inherently protected by his deadly female Orochi on all sides covering a 360degree range of shielded surveillance had assured the anticipated interception of the straying tourist. Deflecting any direct contact while instinctively prepared to attack. "Dat wont be necessary." chuckled Jean Luc as he exhaled a single ring of cigarette smoke. Discarding the slender clove with a flick of his finger, the Black Rose removed a piece of cloth from his pocket in order to thoroughly clean his hands. "You should watch where you're walking tourist. Tis dangerous to allow your thoughts to hinder your situational awareness."
Kurt agreeably nodded, coming to look upwards to the man due to his short stature only being five foot seven, folding his arms in curiosity he raised in inquisitive eyebrow, "Dangerous? How so?" Knowing normally being mugged and such was obvious, yet the man spoke almost militarily like, this peeked some curiosity.
@valerie_huntington: (the way you write an aristocratic character is pure art)
taking one delicate inhale before letting the glowing cigarette rest between her fingers with an old Hollywood glamour.
Merci. I learned from the best ;)
Swaying the appreciated cigarette between his fingers with a level of sophisticated dexterity, rolling it end over end between each individual digit before using a kinetically charged snap to ignite its perfectly packed end, the Les Assassins Silenciuex philanthropist eased back folding an arm across his abdomen while the other stylishly lingered around his lips periodically replenishing his lungs with another inhalation of scented tobacco. Intrigued by the somptueuse créature's proposition as well as her undeniable sexual intoxication. "Mademoiselle, a soiree sounds absolutely captivating." mischievously squinting as he took another drag. As he exhaled, loosely holding the biri between two fingers, an expression of inquisitive design profoundly washed over his face, "Tell me more about your parents....." poorly veiling the command in the form of a question.
@gambler: A black SUV pulled up the Cotillard's estate during the middle of the day, the plates were only that of cloak and small dagger, no numbers. Stepping out of the vehicle was Agent Johnston, with him also were Agents Clay and Higgins. "Hang back, shouldn't be long.." Johnston ordered his two top men while walking for the door, knowing this was going to be mentally stressing, dealing with the glitz and glamor that was the Gambler.
Straightening his black tie, the agent rang the door bell and waited.
@the_rumor: The extended heels of a traditionally attired french made led the unexpected visitor into the back garden. Intoxicating blends of perfumed flowers infiltrated the air extending a relaxing vitalization of the senses. Just beyond the stone lined pathway the Aristocratic Assassin was diligently practicing the intricate artistry of Savate. Barefoot and shirtless the definition of his extraordinary muscle tone was exemplified through the vigorous motions and contorted stylization of the martial arts practice. Executing highlight reel kicks through various twists, twirls, spins, and jumps, never allowing his kicking foot to return to the ground.
Catching a brief glimpse of the agent Jean brought the exercise to a close, snatching a hanging towel from a butler's folded forearm. "How can I help you? Mister....." waiting for the stranger to fill in the blank.