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located in The Republic, a part of The Gilded, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Alanus McCloud
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Xena sat with a glass of champagne hanging from her lazy fingers. Her light eyes looked around at the grand decorations and food strewn about. People were gathered in little pockets, discussing the latest technological advances, new Gilded, and other gossip. The distinct twinkle of joy was present in Xena's expression. Truly, she loved being in the presence of so much wealth and power.

The red hair that sat upon her head was neatly gathered in a bun. Long diamond earrings grazed her bare shoulders, and her face was uncharacteristically done up with fine make up. The dress that she was wearing was floor length, embroidered with real emeralds and made out of a shimmering deep green silk material. The fabric flowed effortlessly from her hips which were gracefully being shown off, from there the piece wound tightly up her body and made small fluttering sleeves around her upper arms. By no means was she the most attractive creature at the event, but her beauty was something to be noticed.

Ms. Dawn watched Silas with a keen eye as he made his way toward the bar. It wasn't obvious that Silas was irritated by the press by the naked eye, but Xena had noticed the grip he held on his drink. She wasn't one for exclusive people watching, but at events such as this it was a good strategy to start with. While watching the dark figure that everyone called Doyen, Xena thought about the amount of pressure he was having to deal with. Especially with the protests. For a moment Xena felt bad for Silas. He exuded such confidence, but she sense urgency in his body language.

Remembering that she ought to make it appear like she was keeping an eye on her Gilded, Xena scanned the crowd. She made Alanus only stay with her for one drink before letting him roam. Unlike many Patricians, Xena held no personal favor of the Gilded culture. Though the practice did remind her of her childhood and many fond memories of her parents' Gilded, Xena ultimately saw the drastic flaws in the design. They were people, after all; an idea that Xena didn't quite understand until she started working as a doctor. Xena didn't lack the intelligence to recognize that the Gilded's rights were warped, but she also didn't want to go against the status quo. It was hard enough keeping her own secrets, she didn't want to be fighting the whole of society as well.

Flowing from her seat like a powerful tidal wave, Xena made her way to Silas and Edmund. The same reporter that was annoying Silas stepped directly in front of Xena, trying to get a statement. Before a single word could escape the poor woman's mouth Xena's green eyes darted her. "Enough," she said coolly, taking an effortless step around the reporter and putting her hand up in disgust. This wasn't enough to deter the reporter though, aggressively the woman followed Xena while spouting out all sorts of questions. Unamused by this tactless move Xena whipped around the face the woman.

Quickly, Xena swiped the phone from the reporter's hands. She looked at it briefly, ignoring the fact that there was indeed a list of Patrician's names to find and interview. As the reporter tried grab the phone back Xena swiftly leaned over and slid it across the spotless floor. The phone made it through several parading feet before Xena lost sight of it. "Good luck," Xena said as she turned back to her original destination.

Upon arrival she gave Edmund Gray and polite nod with a sparkling smile. It appeared that the art curator was making small talk with the Doyen. "You're looking well, Silas." she interrupted with a bold amount of sarcasm.