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Aza Santiago

I have one goal, I implore you not interrupt it.

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a character in “Black Butler: Wagers and Contracts”, as played by Ꮳỷทỉϲɑɬκỉຣຣ

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"I only have one goal in life, if you help me fulfill it, you may have anything you want from me, body and soul."





About Me:

ImageName: Aza Santiago

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Theme Songs: TBA

Physical Description: Aza is of short stature, only reaching around 5'2", despite her age. She wears a wide variety of dresses, mostly white, black, gray, or all of the above. Sometimes she will wear blue as well. She has a young face and wide amethyst eyes, innocent and kind, despite everything she's been through. Her hair is long, ebony, and flows past her lower back. Her waist is thin and gentle and her breasts are petite and rather perky, though her corsets usually hide that detail. She has thin legs and a small firm butt, her body is well toned despite it's frailty.




More depth & Equipment:


Image She keeps an ivory colored pistol on her person at all times, usually under the skirt of her dress along her right thigh. She also keeps a rapier sword at her side whenever possible because it keeps her mind at ease. It is thin and intricate, for fencing purposes.

Strengths: Fencing, Politics, Observation

Weaknesses: Low stamina, Men, Physical frailty

Likes: Sleep, Cake, being warm

Dislikes: Human trafficking, Secret societies, physical contact, cold weather




Personality:

ImageAza is a very sensitive person, she puts herself off as a tough girl, but she's actually quite lonely, broken, and frail. She has been through a lot, including her family losing her sister to a large human trafficking ring at a young age, then on top of that her mother committed suicide, and finally her father began to sexually assault her. She was not raped, she murdered him before that, but she was forever changed by the events. She was once a sweet and outgoing young girl, but the years hardened her outer shell. Aza became distant, she summoned a demon due to her constant hunger for revenge, and she has become a bit more lively since the contract with her demon. She does not like physical contact due to her past assault, and she becomes very frightened when a male gets too close. She is rude and quite bossy at times, but that's only to hide her vulnerable and gentle true nature.





History:


ImageAs a child, Aza was your average Noble born girl, she wore fancy dresses, wore what her mother told her to, studied her lessons tediously, and looked out for her younger sister. After her sister's kidnapping, Aza's mother became an alcoholic and eventually committed suicide via overconsumption. Her father then picked up the habit, but only drank until he was drunk enough to confuse his remaining daughter, Aza, for her Mother Aridita. For several years he would invade her room, doing this and that, then she snapped. One day she finally snapped and killed him. She summoned her demon that same night, and has never looked back. She still has nightmares of her father, but is doing considerably better and is hellbent on making everyone responsible for ruining her family pay dearly for their misdeeds.





Other:

Face Claim: Ririchiyo Shirakiin - Inu x Boku

So begins...

Aza Santiago's Story

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Santiago Estate: Morning

The morning sun rises over the land of England. With the sun, came the work that needed to be done. Oberon had already put breakfast in cooking as he did a run through of the house itself and the schedules of the day. Devoted was he to his Mistress, the young Aza Santiago. Almost a year ago after the tragic death of his father did this enigmatic white haired butler came into her life. Of course, to Oberon, her father was a cad. He wanted little to do with the details of his death, save only that he was called upon shortly after.

He then walked in, silently, down the halls to his mistress's quarters, carrying morning tea. He redecorated the manor with more exquisite details befitting a noblewoman, and began employing several, yet few talented servants to act as both friend and family to the girl. He wanted organization you see, butlers must be attentive to details. Finally he reached the young woman's room with tea tray in hand. He opened the doors quietly yet his footsteps were probably heard coming.

"Mistress, it is time for you to wake up." he stated as he set the tea tray down and began opening the curtains to let the morning daylight in to waken the delicate girl. He then began pouring a cup of tea for her. "I hope you had a good sleep, with no nightmares of any kind. For breakfast today will be a poached quail egg, with a side of a blood sausage and a lovely crepe suzette. I can also offer if you wish, scones or Brioche. Which dish would you care for this morning?"

He was as attentive as always as he set out her morning clothes for her to be dressed in. As requested he would turn around and let her dress herself. She was uncomfortable with men dressing her. And Oberon was a hell of a gentleman.

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Grey Manor: Morning

The head of Grey Manufacturing and Trade Co. was slumbering in the master bedroom. He had a long evening last night taking care of a small hitch in the business. He made several changes to the businesses as of late. No person under the age of 14 or older was allowed to work in the factory where he manufactured commercial armnaments for sale to her majesty and any foreign trader. Any underage person would be allowed however to scout out any smuggling of drugs using his brand. No smuggling of Opium was allowed on his business.

The room around him felt cold for a brief moment, on the mantle of the Master Bedroom stood the last head of the household's portrait. Dorian Grey. Secretive, cunning, swift in punishment. He claimed as long as the painting was intact, he shall live forever. What a foolish assumption Robin Dorian Grey's Father had. He tossed and turned in his slumber before diving into a small waking dream.

He dreamt of how his life was before becoming the head, calm, serene. Without a care in the world. He was allowed to learn and grow at a good steady pace. Then it all came crashing down upon him. His father's arrest and his mother's grief. He tended to his mother whilst trying to handle the business with the help of a family friend. However, eventually, his mother felt he was being burdened by her, and thus took arsenic and died whilst he was getting food. He loved his mother more then his father. Her death nearly broke him.

But it was then he discovered his father's secrets, and the reasons his life spiraled out of control. He woke from his dream clutching the bedsheets. He sighed. "Work is so stressful." he thought. He then heard footsteps and knew who was coming. He pretended to sleep, just so he wouldn't let his servant and only real friend notice he had a nightmare.

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Santiago Estate: Morning

"Mistress, it is time for you to wake up."

Normally she was grateful for Oberon's presence, but she was never grateful for his wake up call each morning. She was not a morning person and she was definitely not ready to wake up. She released a groan of discontentment, as a sign that she was awake. She didn't want to be, but she was finally up. She sat up with a huff, stretching her arms with a small yawn. She was clad in a baggy button down top, but the blankets covered the rest of her, "Only a demon would willingly be up this early..." She mumbled under her breath, wiping her eyes lazily. She knew that there was much to be done, but she has no motivation to do it with. The room looked so different compared to a year prior, in fact the entire manor was entirely opposite. She assumed this was due to the fact that she had murdered her father within these walls, a change of scenery to ease the memories perhaps?

The daylight was bright, but her life was monotone. She saw the world in only black and white, the world was so dull and boring. It had been years since she truly appreciated nature, or anything really. She was once told that when people are in love they see everything in vivid color, but she saw everything in shades of gray. Her revenge is all that kept her going day to day.

"I hope you had a good sleep, with no nightmares of any kind. For breakfast today will be a poached quail egg, with a side of a blood sausage and a lovely crepe suzette. I can also offer if you wish, scones or Brioche. Which dish would you care for this morning?"

"No nightmares.." This wasn't true, but she didn't want him to worry about something he could not change. She felt she had become a very good liar, so why not spare him the details? He was working very hard to make her forget that she'd signed her soul away to him. At times she wondered if it would hurt, but she dared not ask. She figured she would figure it out sooner or later.. She'd rather not anticipate it if the ritual would be painful, "A wonderful selection as always. Brioche, today.." She replied, blinking at her clothes he laid out.

She stood once Oberon turned around, a small smile on her lips. For a demon, he surprised her. He was more of a gentleman than any human man she'd ever met, yet she was always told in stories to look out for demons, why was that?

She undressed quickly, having gotten the hang of dressing herself rather quickly. She was on the last bit of her outfit, clasping the stockings under her dress when she finally spoke up, "You may turn back around Oberon, I'm nearly done.." She spoke with distant kindness, but she was struggling with hooking her stockings to the garter belt. She finally got it, letting out a huff of exhaustion that blew her bangs into the air for a second. She truly was a fragile and fairly useless person as far as strength went, aside from dressing herself and fencing practice, Aza's never done strenuous tasks before in her life... That's why she even surprised herself when she managed to murder her father. She still had four small scars on her shoulder blade, but most people never have seen that, not even Oberon. Each was no thicker than a fingernail, nor longer than one. It must have been from when her father dug his nails into her shoulder, most likely due from the pain of the brutal stabbing she'd put him through.



Grey Manor: Morning

Lizarya opened the door to Robin's quarters after a single knock. She was never the type to pay heed to social morals, so she saw nothing wrong with her behavior. She skipped through the room, opening the windows and smiling at Robin who laid 'asleep' in the bed. She knew otherwise however, how else could she be titled one hell of a maid?

"Oh dear.. The master of the house is still asleep..." She sighed, quietly approaching the luxurious bed. She kept her suspicion out of her tone, but was almost too overwhelming to hold back a laugh. As soon as she grew close enough, Lizarya pounced onto the bed, embracing Robin far more familiarly than a maid should. She began nuzzling her cheek against his, pouting a bit before she began giggling, finally allowing herself to be louder. She eventually released him from her grasp, tapping her chin before slipping away to retrieve his breakfast.

She slipped into the hallway, returning with a roll cart assortment, "This morning your breakfast will consist of a French potato omelette, smoked sausage, two fruit muffins, five croquette consisting of cheese, beef and mashed potatoes, and Souchong tea. I hope it is to your liking, my Lord." She gave a curtsy, in a dress that looked somewhat like a nightgown. It was black and white, slightly laced and sleeveless.. She had no shame whatsoever.

"I will dress you once you're done with your meal and then we shall attend to your several piled up duties as lord of Grey manor." She had his clothes set out on the dresser, so she sat down on the bed behind him, twirling loose strands of his hair around her finger.

She couldn't keep her hands to herself, especially when they were alone, "Do you want a massage before we begin your day?" Her tone was energetic, but she was being very flirtatious about it. She noticed that he was rather cold, resting her head against his back. She was always a few degrees warmer than a typical human after all.

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Santiago Manor: Morning

Oberon turned around as his mistress finished dressing herself. "Thank you for the compliments Milady. It will be served in the dining area. Then at eleven, you have an appointment with some of your father's contacts in India about the status of his investment to the silk manufacturing company." he stated calmly. He gave a small smile. "At one, your scheduled fencing lessons will take place."

The young white haired Scotsman, for that is what he passed himself to be, passed the cup of tea to her. "This spiced apple tea should perk you up if you're not in a particularly morning mood Milady. May I also say, I could always arrange for one of the maids to help you with dressing if you wish it."

He said this as he knew Aza didn't trust men, not since her Cad of a father began to be abusive according to her. That is why the maids outnumber some of the male workforce by two people. Just so she feels a little more safe. "When you're ready, breakfast will be set for you." he gave a small bow, before leaving the room to resume his duties. He then walked towards the study to make sure the desk was organized, the books alphabatized, and so on. He had to keep everything organized, all for the sake of Aza.

As long as he was under the contract, he would forever be at her side until the end. However, at times he worries for her frail body. He would have to find ways to strengthen her for if she truly wished for revenge on the men who took her sister away from her. He didn't want his mistress to fall at the first blow. And finding this secret society is hard, even for him at this moment. The best he could do was find a way for her to help in police matters. He sighed as he walked towards the dining area. He needed to make sure things ran smoothly today.

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Grey Manor: Morning

He heard the door open after a single knock. Always so quick and abrupt was his maid. He kept himself in his fake slumber but he could hear her voice getting closer and closer towards him. He felt her presence inch closer, when all of a sudden, his entire bed shook a little as she pounced him head long.

"Gah! Okay okay Liz! I give I give!" She held him close, almost a little too close for a maid to behave. Her flirty nature showed a moment to him, before releasing him to allow him to get up and stretch silently. Those wake up calls were always like that with her. He watched breakfast get carted in as Liz gave her statement of the selection of the food.

He smiled as he gave a chuckle. "You have outdone yourself again Lizarya." he calmly stated before he slightly turned pink when she slipped behind him. He took a sample of the food real quick so he can eat it, whilst she played with his hair. She then placed her head on his back, her warmth against his cold back gave a small jolt through his body. "A-A massage would feel nice, thank you. What duties do I have to perform today?"

He could feel the pressure of his being the head of Grey Manor coming already, and he didn't have a full breakfast yet. He had enough stress into throwing several no this, and no that policies in terms of drugs and other things. He wanted to try and be a clean business. He also wanted to not be seen as a weakling. Any form of injustice in or out of official business had to be swift. He'd be a rogue Enforcer, so that he'd show the men who caused him pain that wasn't going to back down.

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Santiago Manor: Morning


"Thank you for the compliments Milady. It will be served in the dining area. Then at eleven, you have an appointment with some of your father's contacts in India about the status of his investment to the silk manufacturing company."

"Splendid, I look forward to the arrangement. That always was my favorite of father's investment. Repulsive business, but the results are spectacular.. Who cares what the fabric is made of?" She smiled quite warmly. She always loved silk, it was part of why she loved decorating. All the different fabrics.. The business with India was half of what kept her sane as far as business went, the other half was Oberon's assistance. He seemed to know more about her family business than she did and he had only been around for a year. When he first arrived she was relatively silent and very little use, still in shock and quite erratic. His smile was heartwarming, and very reassuring. She felt very lucky to have such an understanding demon companion.

"At one, your scheduled fencing lessons will take place."

She nodded along as he revealed her schedule, looking forward to her lessons quite a bit, "My instructor is actually sober enough to make an appearance or just practice without him?" She asked with a mocking chuckle, though she did have an evident smile as she spoke. She enjoyed fencing, she could interact with another without actually being forced to touch them and it was actually pretty fun.

"This spiced apple tea should perk you up if you're not in a particularly morning mood Milady. May I also say, I could always arrange for one of the maids to help you with dressing if you wish it."

She was surprised by the tea, but took a sip, closing her eyes in calm admiration before continuing with their conversation, "They already do so much... and I do so little. I can at least dress myself..." Aza trailed off, then titled her head at him like a confused little puppy, wondering if she was having a wardrobe malfunction, "Why, am I wearing something wrong? I though I got it right..." Instantly she looked her clothes over, scanning for a mistake. She didn't find one, but she'd only been dressing herself for nearly a year, so she wasn't entirely certain, "I... I don't want anyone to touch me..." She knew it was silly, but she grew quite frightened when people attempted. One day it would probably be required, not that she was entirely certain how it worked... but she assumed it could involve touch, seeing as Oberon would be granted her soul...but she couldn't do it now, not yet at least.. Just the thought of him touching her hand made her nervous.

"When you're ready, breakfast will be set for you."

She waited a few moments, brushing her hair before leaving her sleeping quarters. She couldn't stay in bed all day, regardless of how tempting the thought was. She wandered through the halls, all family portraits missing from the walls. All the paintings were torn down ages ago, she couldn't bear to look at them.. It was too painful to be constantly reminded of what she'd lost..

She made it to the dining hall, placing her now empty teacup down carefully before running her fingers over the intricately carved dining table. There were so many good memories in this room, as well as bad. It was here that they celebrated birthdays, but also the same place where her mother drank herself into an early grave. They were doing a lot of charity investigation for the police seeing as Oberon had controversial methods of getting a job done and she always was a highly observative individual. They were a rather good team once one got past her physical frailty and low stamina.

Her eyes widened as she heard Oberon's footsteps and she spun around immediately, "I suppose I am ready to start the day, ready as I'll ever be at least.."

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Grey Manor: Morning


"Gah! Okay okay Liz! I give I give!"

"You may be the lord in our little arrangement, but I still know how to make you yield.." She giggled, continuing to play with his hair as he tried a bite of the meal she prepared.

"You have outdone yourself again Lizarya."

"Thank you, my Lord. I do my best... I'm glad it pleases you." Honestly? Lizarya was surprised that her cooking was even worth praise. It was a gift she didn't realize she had until after she formed a contract with Robin, "My lord, are you blushing? Your heart is beating a bit loud.." she pointed out, and by the placement of her head she would know if he chose to lie to her, "You're quite cold my Lord, I know quite a few ways to remedy that..." She trailed her fingers gently down his back as she spoke in a soft and suggestive voice. She couldn't help it, it was in her nature, and now that she was serving someone, he was the sole receiptant of her admiration.

"A-A massage would feel nice, thank you. What duties do I have to perform today?"

"Really??" She blinked repeatedly, voice just as surprised as her expression, but did not argue with a good thing. It would soothe and energize her as well, considering human touch kept her well, alive. She began rubbing Robin's shoulders as he ate, putting a little pressure with her thumbs but not enough to disrupt his meal. She remained fairly quiet while doing so, smiling happily all the while. Despite her past occupation, most times she was content with this, so long as it was Robin. She even began ignoring other men unless she needed to secretly interrogate them about the secret society that Robin wished to annihilate. She lowered her massaging to his back, rubbing in light circular motions.

"I don't even know what opium is... But we'll get them for selling it alongside your product." She reassured him, though if he would let her, she had a much better method. All she had to do was figure out who was selling it and she would become one hell of a sadist. She would torture anyone who threatened to tarnish Robin's name and she would make those involved with the society die screaming for the pain Robin was forced to endure, "First the new applications need to be assessed. Due to all of the new implications the company is a bit short handed. By eleven we should leave the manor and be on our way to preform inspection, then we may have lunch out on the town at twelve, three your business associates are meeting us for afternoon tea and finally at six we meet with the lead I found on the society. It's a busy day, my Lord." She laughed a bit, considering it was quite a mouthful. Finding a lead was not easy... For all she knew it could be a dead end... But they could torture it out of the man if need be.

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Santiago Manor: Morning

"Yes my lady. We shall do so at the comfortable pace. Oh, and one last thing, at Six you will be entertaining guests from family friends of the Danford household. Do be on your best behavior. The Scots tend to be a bit easy to anger after all."

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5:59 PM

The day came and went so fast one would call it a blur. Oberon had prepared a first rate dinner for their guests due to arrive. The Danfords were friends of Aza's mother, and were equally distasteful of her father's behaviors before he died. Thankfully they never knew the full magnitude of the man's abuses, otherwise they'd have taken a claymore and chopped him up themselves.

Oberon admired that about the Scottish, they were hard, persevering people. Never willing to take no for an answer to a plea of help. Plus, their Middle Son, Colin, was a member of Scotland yard. He hoped to impress the lad into finding a way to get Aza a possible way to consult the detective force. He knew it would be a strange start, but if he impressed the young Colin with this lavish dinner, consisting of honey roasted pork, fresh potatoes from the garden, and of course, the finest wine he could afford, there's no way he wouldn't say no.

The white haired butler smiled. "The Table is set and is perfect, this will be an elegant Santiago dinner gathering." he said with a smile as he then wrote the orders he had for the maids to tend to. At his signal they would have to do as he instructed. The mostly female dominated staff didn't distract him all that well, despite the fact some of them were...well developed. He had no time for trivial things.

He then headed for the front door, walking with his cane in hand. "Mister Danford, how lovely to see you good lad. Thank you for arriving."

"Well this should be an interesting dinner to say the least. Is Aza waiting inside?" Asked the young Scotsman of twenty.

Oberon nodded as he lead the Scotsman inside. He hoped his master would welcome her guest at the dining hall.

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Grey Manor: Morning

He enjoyed his breakfast whilst getting a massage from who he considered his only friend. This was the ultimate stress reliever for the young businessman. Robin loved these moments when it was just the two of them. Despite her way of socializing with him, he respected his servant for melting some of the tension from time to time. He smiled softly as she spoke. "Remind me then to not take you to a den where they sell the stuff. Opium is supposed to be medication but it is easily abused. It messes with your head a little. I may respect the fact it's medication but I do not want it illegally smuggled. I shall have to see about making some contacts in the criminal underworld about who is doing that. They may not be working for the society, but they may be an annoyance." Robin stated.

He then finished breakfast as she listed the day's coming. He only nodded, downing his cup of tea. "Well if you're coming with, you'd best change into more appropriate clothes. I do not want my maid to be mistaken for a common courtesan." he said firmly, rolling his shoulders as he turned to look at her with a genuine smile. "But after you dress me, of course."

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Streets of London: 6:00 PM

He walked down the streets of London as evening falls, dressed in his casual clothing as he looked around. This lead that Liz found was according to her report, an old Contact of his father in case some form of discord arose. It is also said he had contacts of the criminal underbelly of London. Snagging him as a potential ally was critical. "Lizarya. We want this man's info and trust. If he acts hostile, minimum if necessary force must be required. If he is more calm, we will hear out his demands. Is that clear?"

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Santiago Manor: Morning

"Yes my lady. We shall do so at the comfortable pace. Oh, and one last thing, at Six you will be entertaining guests from family friends of the Danford household. Do be on your best behavior. The Scots tend to be a bit easy to anger after all."

She forced a small smile on her face and nodded at this. She remembered the Scots.. They were always hugging on her and pinching her cheeks as a child.. Plus the youngest son, who was only a few years older than her always had a habit of pulling her hair and picking on her when they were children, "Of course. Santiago manner does not open it's doors to present mediocre hospitality.." Though she spoke with sincerity Aza was fighting the urge to break. She had a lot to prepare herself for and little time to do it. This was going to be the hardest thing she'd ever done so far.
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5:59 PM

Aza was mentally freaking out. She rarely welcomed visitors, but she could not turn a blind eye to family friends. She needed allies now more than ever. The scots were kind, eccentric, but still very kind to her. She simply as always just wasn't prepared to deal with men, ever. Oberon was slightly exceptional, seeing as he was allowed closer to her than any other male, but she knew today was about to change that. She would have to shake hands for the first time since the incident.

She made it to the dining hall with just a moment or two to spare, ushering a maid over and Aza plucked a glass of wine from the tray she carried. She bid the girl a smile and sent her on her way. Once no one was looking Aza downed the glass and sent it along with the next maid that came through. Her trembling died down a bit after she gulped the alcohol down, but she was still rather frightened stiff. She saw Oberon and the Danfords approaching, and she walked across the dining hall to meet them. She gave the eldest a curtsy before standing upright, "I hope your travels were kind, and I aim to meet the standards of mother's past hospitality, because the Santiago family will always value their friendship with the Danfords."

Then she forced a pleasant smile on her face and held out a gloved hand to shake towards the eldest Danford present, "It is nice to see you again, shall we sit and discuss your travels?" She hoped the handshake would we brief, because this would be her first instance of physical contact with a man in over an entire year. They didn't even realize how much of an honor it was to shake her hand at this point of her life. She was trusting them with a very important milestone of her emotional recovery. Physically she was fine, but contact with a male, her mind always psyched her out during times like this. She only hoped they would not bring up the fact that she was seventeen and unengaged. The mere thought of an engagement made her entire body stiffen.

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Grey Manor: Morning

"Remind me then to not take you to a den where they sell the stuff."

"Eh!? Why not!? What if they shoot at you or stab you!?" Lizarya's voice was very distressed as she thought of the possible outcomes. She didn't like the idea of Robin going somewhere dangerous by himself. Human methods could not kill her, but he was very susceptible to dying. If she wasn't there, how could she protect him!?

"Opium is supposed to be medication but it is easily abused. It messes with your head a little. I may respect the fact it's medication but I do not want it illegally smuggled."

"I see. I used to come across drug users before I made a contract with you... I just don't know the names of the drugs.."

"I shall have to see about making some contacts in the criminal underworld about who is doing that. They may not be working for the society, but they may be an annoyance."

"I could arrange it? I assume you've never taken drugs before..and I'm not frail like a human girl, I could handle it." She replied with hopeful eyes. As a demon she had a higher body tolerance to human world objects, this job was almost made for her, "If they ask us to take the drug to prove that we are not a spy, I have a better chance of not being effected by the drug than you would..." Honestly she wondered if he would be more agreeable to his advances, but then again that would mean he would be agreeable to human girl's advanced and that wasn't something that Lizarya was willing to be exposed to. She was still massaging his shoulders and his back as they spoke, not distracted by their conversation for even a moment unlike how a human girl would have been.

"Well if you're coming with, you'd best change into more appropriate clothes. I do not want my maid to be mistaken for a common courtesan."

"I'm at least an above average courtesan.." She protested with a pout on her face, though the expression didn't last long because soon after Lizarya was smiling.

"But after you dress me, of course."

Lizarya jumped from the bed and retrieved the suit she placed on the dresser the night before. She laid it on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt in a nonchalant manner. Seeing a man bare chested was hardly an embarrassing sight for someone like herself. She removed his shirt and placed it aside so she could add it to the laundry later. She then grabbed the crisp clean shirt and slid him into it before buttoning it up. Dressing him was very teasing, especially since she was not used to being a contract demon. Her thoughts were always in a more... sinful place. She never fully acted upon her thoughts however because she was one hell of a maid.

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Streets of London: 6:00 PM

"Lizarya. We want this man's info and trust. If he acts hostile, minimum if necessary force must be required. If he is more calm, we will hear out his demands. Is that clear?"

"Crystal. I understand that there is no room for error, and that I cannot jeopardize the mission by killing him.." She nodded, not very satisfied with her [url]new attire[/url]
She then pointed to a rather rundown building, "He's just in there... My sources tell me he's a bit of a recluse. All of his contacts come to see him or he sends one of his pawns to do the dirty work for him." Her voice was low, because despite the fact that very few men were here at this hour, one well placed shot was all it would take to make this trip go sour.

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Character Portrait: Aza Santiago Character Portrait: Lizarya Deviluke Character Portrait: Oberon Magnusson Character Portrait: Robin Dorian Grey Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
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Santiago Manor, Evening

Colin shook Aza's hand briefly before letting go. "Good to see you are well Aza. I'm sure a year has fixed you quite well. You caught me on an off day. One of my cases was given to the higher ups. If only they threw us a bone every once in while. Or some good scotch."

"I can assure you we can find something of that nature in the pantry Sir. In the meantime, please have a seat in the study until dinner is ready. We will provide entertainment, games and other sorts. Only one rule stands though especially for you Colin. No roughhousing with any of the rare male staff. Especially me laddie. Is that clear? You'd ruin the decoration." Oberon had given his explanation succinctly. Colin only nodded and motioned for Aza to lead the way. "Oh, and please refrain from touching any of the maids. Their personalities are not so innocent as you can believe Colin."

Colin swallowed nervously as he followed Aza to the study. There he would find a board game to be set up for in case of any personal boredom during the wait for the feast to commence.

In the meanwhile Oberon frantically swarmed through the pantry just to make sure he could find the appropriate scotch for just such an occasion. He had to make sure it complimented the wine as well and it almost threw everything his mind had out of proportion. However, he would not panic. Finally finding several bottles nodding to himself he hurried back to the dining area to set it up on the trays.

In the study Colin heaved a sigh. "I'm rather glad you called me out here, or was that your butler? Either way, working Scotland yard recently is being stressful. Some of our cases get blown up in our faces some grow cold like the Whitechapel incident." Colin sighed rubbing his head.

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Streets of London, Evening

Robin looked at the location and nodded. "Oh and Liz, that comment about the Opium den, I was merely teasing you. If I went there without an extra pair of eyes it would've been disastrous since I would've been out of armor. This building you said? Alright." without another word he opened the door and walked in. He looked around the sparse building.

"You've got five seconds to state your name and position in this world." Came a voice sitting at the table.

"Surely you know the son of Dorian Grey, Robin?" came his reply.

"Robin Dorian Grey, what brings you here at this time of night with only a kitchen maid for protection."

"Liz is the best protection I can afford. She could easily take any man waiting for your signal to knock me out, if you have any of course. I'm here about information on who my father worked as an Enforcer for."

"Them? They ruined your father's reputation, and nearly sunk you in with him. Do you have a death wish boy? Besides, their members are so sparsely known, you don't know where their connections are, one day it's drugs, the next black market dealing, they change their business ventures like that and leave no trace of involvement with their business." The man leaned back in his chair. Trying hard not to look nervous at the mere mention of the society in question.

"So they are essentially Ghosts is what you are saying?"

"Aye. If you want to ask anyone for uhh, advice on this matter, I will mail you a list of associate consultants to your manor. Free of charge. Next meeting will have to cost you some cash."

Robin sighed. Well, that was so close yet so far. "Liz. This meeting has been an uneventful one yet amusing. We are leaving now. Oh and don't send anyone to trail us, If you do, She has my full permission to discipline them." he walked away, leaving his new contact slightly dumbfounded.

Robin exited the building and breathed the cold evening air. "Lizarya, we are heading home. When we get there I expect a light but filling supper or desert. If you're a good girl between now and that time, we can do whatever you wish for the rest of the evening."

He was in a pleasant mood from the conversation. He gained a small step, but it was nevertheless a step forward in towards several roads. He will find them eventually.