The doors we open and close each day

[lord_wizard]

Who: Felix Harrowgate, Geoffrey Chaucer, Miles Edgeworth & Vanyel Ashkevron
What: A dinner party and an attempt at matchmaking
When: Tonight
Where: Chimera HQ
Rating: PG-13, most likely

Felix idly wondered if life in Paradisa was beginning to be so utterly boring, that he'd found the time and motivation for this sort of thing. It wasn't entirely charity on his part, that was for certain. He liked both Miles and Vanyel, but honestly both of them needed to loosen up and since he was rather unavailable in that regard, he might as well shove them together and hope they'd discover an outlet to their mutual problems.

In the very least, it might be entertaining.

Of course, having a get together without Ashura was unusual, but his lover's sentimentality wasn't exactly what he needed in this situation. This was more...secondary seduction. Thus asking Geoffrey to assist.

Too bad he couldn't drug them, though some strong wine wasn't out of the question.

He'd had a table placed in the lobby of Chimera headquarters and laid it out with their meal. It was a little more impersonal than his own quarters, but ensured it wouldn't look amiss when he left for the evening, hopefully leaving Vanyel and Miles alone.

What happened then was out of his hands. Right now, he only had to wait.

Comments

[cantacquityou]

[He takes a glass.]

'Others for later'? My, Felix, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to purposefully intoxicate us. [A low chuckle] The ambience, too, seems rather romantic. Is this how you normally have dinner?

[lord_wizard]

[He chuckled, because it was true. A little grease for the wheels, so to speak...]

More or less. The place I used to live was rather low on natural light sources. Candlelight is something of a staple as a result. I'm afraid it's become habit.

[peacockherald]

_{[Vanyel raised a brow at Edge's observation, casting a look at Felix and not sure what to think. Was it possible...? He grunted, not sure how to feel about that, not really. Even here, he had not been wanting to make to deep of a connection. Someone could leave any day, and what if one of his enemies appeared? Not to mention there was still the memory of Tylendel. He was coming to grips with it, but... still..]}

I can always throw up some witch lights if need be.

_{[He sipped his champagne.]}

It is a lovely drink though, thank you Felix.

[thetrudger]

[Geoff watches the two men's expressions carefully. There was something strange in Vanyel's, something he didn't understand.

He takes a drink of the champagne.]

I personally prefer candlelight. That's all we had back home, you know.

[cantacquityou]

[Like Vanyel, Edgeworth, too, was not the type to seek making a romantic connection with anyone, for the same reason as the other and many more. In fact, he tended to personally spurn the idea of romantic relationships, viewing them as naught but a waste of time. His earlier comment was lighthearted, and at this time, he really did not think there was anything amiss - there was still a lack of decisive evidence to point to any one purpose, after all.]

...Indeed. Now that you mention it, Geoff, I could only wonder in terms of technological advancement our respective places on the timeline. Gauging that will allow me to refrain from making references with the expectation of having them understood.

[thetrudger]

[He takes a bigger gulp of his champagne. This felt rather like his days of being in the court, making small talk, subtly using words to fulfill his goals.]

Interesting, yes. Well, we can only do our best to be understood. [Steering the conversation toward what he and Felix are attempting to do.] Well, gentlemen, shall we tell a little about ourselves? I should like to get to know you all better.

[peacockherald]

_{[Vanyel had been quietly listening, having learned to do that as much as talk in his years. He shipped his champagne slowly, the glass hardly diminished at all by the time Geoff asked his - her? - question. He frowned, considering what to tell.]}

Well, I am a Herald, back home. I serve the crown and protect the country of Valdemar with the aid of my Companion. I am also a Mage, but I figured you all knew that already.

[lord_wizard]

[He smirked, idly twirling his own glass]

I am sure it has come up, yes. I don't make much of a secret of my occupation as a wizard, either, though I'm not sure I've mentioned to all of you that I served as part of an advising council to our Lord Protector.

[cantacquityou]

'Lord Protector'? What does such a title entail?

[lord_wizard]

Like a king, but without the near absolute power that might constitute otherwise. The Cabinet and Curia consult on most of his decisions accordingly.

[thetrudger]

[Geoff makes a little amused noise.]

Well, you're both more interesting than I. I am only a poet and a politician. I'm from 1366 on Earth.

Miles, tell us about yourself.

[cantacquityou]

I'd hardly think that being a politician or a poet is uninteresting, Geoff.

[In idle chatter, he'd mention that when younger, he used to write poetry as well, but he vaguely knows where that direction will turn, so stops himself... He clasps his hands and his gaze turns distant. His was aware that profession had a rather negative connotation for some, so he refrained from...many, many details...]

I hail from the year 2019 on Earth. Criminal Law. I am the High Prosecutor for the city of Los Angeles.

[thetrudger]

Criminal Law? Very interesting, is it not, Vanyel?

[Oh shit that was probably too much.]

[peacockherald]

_{[Vanyel had been quietly listening, as he had learned to do in his years, and quickly swallowed the sip of wine he had been working with, savoring the taste.]}

Yes, very. I know it takes quite a lot to memorize and understand laws. I am required to do so for quite a few myself. But I take it your job entails a bit more than solving the problems of farmers out in the country, Miles.

[cantacquityou]

[Where to start?]

Our... judicial system is an odd microcosm in of itself, in which the accused is given a trial that does not exceed three days until they are assumed guilty if not proven otherwise. Prosecutors are given the unfair -well, in my opinion - advantages of presiding over investigations, and statistically, 99% of accused are convicted of the crime. Needless to say, I can very much guarantee that many of the accused are actually innocent, and prosecutors with years of maintaining perfect records are not uncommon.

[lord_wizard]

I detect a certain amount of displeasure with your own law system. Why do you do it?

[cantacquityou]

...It would be a great deal more difficult to attempt to reform a system one is not a part of. Wouldn't you agree?

[peacockherald]

To a degree. Revolutions have a history of working out in the people's favor rather than those that run the system.

[cantacquityou]

While that is true, it is usually with great difficulty. Obviously, those with power tend to be reluctant to renounce it in favour of the plebeian majority.

[lord_wizard]

But of course. There's comfort in power, but there's also great benefit in change. And for governments, change is a costly process. For individuals, less so.

[thetrudger]

[Geoff really could be paying attention. But instead, he's staring off into space, obviously thinking about something else.]

[peacockherald]

What are your thoughts, Geoff? Certainly your world has some experience with revolutions and such.

[thetrudger]

[Oh shit whoops. He jumps a little at that and looks between the men for a few seconds.]

Er... revolutions. Yes. Plenty of those.

[cantacquityou]

[He chuckles a bit.]



...What's on your mind, Geoff?

[thetrudger]

[He runs a hand through his hair.]

Nothing I feel like sharing. Do not let me sabotage the conversation, do continue.

[Don't kill him, Felix. He didn't mean to ruin the conversation.]