OttoVann

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Otto sniffles once, pulling at his nose once as he noticeably calms and relaxes. "Ah yes Doctors. I saw your ad in the paper, it almost doesn't surprise me you haven't found a hook yet for one. The pay isn't advertised as suitable, and more importantly I can think of scant few professionals, especially in the field of medicine, that would read the rag you posted it in. Still, keep looking - I think I may have someone on my own side look into the matter as well." Otto nods as he keeps his train of thoughts going "Schools are good to hear. I trust you have refugees you've picked build all of this from that list I provided? Gainful employment matters very much to the beleaguered people beyond that wall. I trust you'll do the right thing." Clearing his throat, he leans heavily on the armrest of his chair - sitting beside Eva he says "Talking about schools is one thing though. A few nights ago I couldn't quite get to covering the issue in the Quicksand which is why I brought you here. Why did you kiss me at the Ball Eva? It was an..." Otto purposefully lets his eyes wander as he looks over Eva "...interesting gesture. Trying to secure my favor so the gil keeps coming? People have done worse for less I suppose." Otto reaches forward to the small table in front of them, holding up the phial of powder "Its a drug Eva. Something you righteous Ishgardians care little for if I understand correctly. It helps keep me awake and alert."

The tanks in my static are full STR and use ruby melded right side and tanked t10-12 and onto 13 that way. They MAY go half vit/str for t13 for our first kill. You do not need full vit for FCOB.

Otto in his 'excited' state simply places his hand over Eva's, holding it there for a moment as he breathes deeply then making a firm gesture to pick her hand off his chest and placing it on her lap before leaning back into his chair. He looks away, squinting as he rubs his temple, pinching at his brow while tries to compose himself. Otto haphazardly snaps, almost rudely, towards his Assistant "Bring the both of us my usual meal then since the Lady Eva didn't give an answer as to what she wants. Before you leave, also bring me my chequebook and a pen" Otto doesn't wait for a response as he give a dismissive wave to send her on her errands. The secretary returns promptly with a fountain pen and cheques and leaves Otto and Eva alone in his office. The air is stale, the space rarely used for much more than his handiwork in the back. He looks across from himself, observing Eva as he taps his fingers on a knee absent-mindedly, churning over thoughts in his mind. Coming to a decision he clicks his tongue in his mouth as he stands, pulling his chair back to sit beside Eva. Otto undoes the two buttons to his suit-jacket, relaxing as he reaches into an inner pocket, pulling out a small glass phial with a corked top. It contains nondescript white powder - a powder he is quick to want as he twists the tiny cork off. Tipping the phial over at an angle, he puts a tiny mound of the powder on the tip of his pinky. He inhales it into his nose at once, sharply, making little in the way of a reaction as he re-corks it and places it on the table before them holding the book he gifted, cheques, a pen, and the phial. Otto looks calmer as he takes back to relaxing in the chair as he angles himself a little to view Eva as he crosses his leg. "Where were we?"

Otto's secretary, dressed in little more than undergarments, come to alert him of his guest. He rouses from his rest. He comes through the double doors of the rear of his office and shop and carries a cheered and unassuming expression. Eva is sitting against a wall, in a plushed chair, flanked on each side by similar chairs. He sits beside her at first in an empty chair, flashing a smile to her before having a thought cross his face. Standing, he pulls the chair he was sitting in off the wall, and drags it across the floor to sit in front of her. He sits, smoothing his tie as he apologizes "Forgive me for being so crass and assuming that I can just sit beside you." His smile refuses to leave his face. He doesn't wait for a response as he continues. He starts to speak then stops, holding an outstretched hand to his stomach with an exasperated exhale "I haven't eaten since last night. It's near mid-day, I can have Y'vant behind the counter fetch us whatever you want to eat. What would you prefer?" Y'vont perks up as she pulls herself up from the counter, sauntering over from her station to them sitting impromptu across from each other. She sits and purrs silently to herself, content with anything to do other than sit around in as little as possible to please Otto as his request. Tail flicking behind her she rests it on Otto's shoulder as she crosses his arms across her frame and looks to Eva for her request. "We have a lot to discuss my dear Eva. Weeks ago I gave you millions of gil, a promise to hang off my arm at your request, and more. I trust you got my Starlight gifts hm?" At the mention of gifts, Otto remembers something as he holds up a finger, standing suddenly and going to the back of his shop to fetch a hardcover book with a quickened step. He returns looking it over, sitting in his chair without much grace as he sets the book on Eva's lap. "I remember you read 'romance novels' or something like that? I had Ridley find me a 1st edition of some popular authors best-selling novel. Look inside the cover and it shares his and my autograph." Otto looks to the side, seeming confused as he relaxes into his chair "Ah where were we? Oh its good to see you again Eva. Lovely as ever, wild-eyed still. Tell me where we are with our ventures"

(none of this is a typical writing style or format of mine but im trying something new) A letter is sent to Evangeline Primrose The Quicksand, Room 307 Thanalan, City of Ul'dah, Eorzea In it contains the time, date, and address of a meeting place of Otto's choosing. Cordial, worded warmly, he invites he for a sit down meeting to address her progress, the Ball, a host of issues. He promises of gifts to come and aide to be rendered. Otto is at one of his offices, down Emerald Lane - cloistered away from the derelict parts of Ul'Dah. Its almost dusty in the reception area, a rarely used and unmoving time capsule from when it was first furnished and put together. Truthfully Otto rarely used it, and he keeps it nominally staffed with a single, Tafetta adorned secretary. She works scarce few hours a week greeting anyone who can get on this side of town and wishing to deliver messages, set appointments, anything secretarial really. Behind the reception desk, past double doors that swing on hinges, is one of his more personal workspaces. It is a disaster zone of tools, benches, work spaces, dye and stains and paints on a bare concrete floor. Wood frames, mannequins, racks filled with rolls of fabric of every color and texture, a small and modest coal-fueled forge he uses for precious metals and his jeweling; everything he would need to work and design - mostly design nowadays with less work. He has been taking on jobs solely for artistic rigor and merit - foregoing monetary gains, and even accepting losses for the need to do meaningful or challenging commissions. His secretary sits bored, elbows propped on a desk and her face in her hands as she looks out to the street through the office-front's glass Evangeline Primrose should have received his Starlight gifts. He had designed it almost entirely himself, an outfit designed to show off her form in its elegance - and to his more base desires. She should hopefully be arriving within the bell for a sit-down meeting. He paced around his office and work-room at first, in his bright pink suit and red gloves and shoes, his 'typical' outfit - but finally sat down and quieted as he did his 'meditation' routine of sorts he has developed over time to deal with impatience. Now to think of nothing, do nothing, and sit quietly with eyes closed as I wait for my guest to arrive.

Otto considers the womans words for a moment, loathe to let anyone lecture him but he tolerates it. He stands to match her taking all the paperwork he had brought off the table to present it to her "Take this, start somewhere." "You never know, it might be a nice thing when people think your a woman of Otto's. Better prices, people on that very list less willing to give you hardship or trouble or the run around. Im not some immensely powerful man, but I do believe in having earned a fair reputation, one built on real principles." Otto takes one last chance to look over Eva, noticing her relative attractiveness, paying attention to her branding on her face. She is shapely, nearly idealistic of her kind though lacking in some stature. He finishes his appraising and quietly gestures over a man-servant and speaks to him while looking at her "Escort her out, have her taken to a bank and help her with whatever she asks for the next bell. She leaves unaccosted and fairly." Otto bows only slightly "I'd bow more to someone of such magnitude and esteem but I only know to show this. I hope you can see past this next time we meet, preferably at a dinner table so you can see my charm in action. Good day Miss Primrose."

I was going to have Otto have two wives but one of them quit playing so now Im down to just one IC trophy wife now. Its fine and, at least in our RP, the marriages are not romantic at all and purely status / trophy things. I dont know if I can do actual romance RP very well, it worked with Kerwin for a while and IC she let me keep a couple on the side but that was it. I dunno. Im a big fan of the OP though, shes legit.

Otto regards Eva, mulling over her suggestion to what she considers a 'fun' event. He looks away for a moment, panning the lounge they are in. Men with escorts and courtesans, showing off their toys to each other as they drink and speak amongst themselves. "Look around you Evangeline, Ul'dah'n 'Gentlemen' everywhere. Whoring, drugs, abuse. Some might even think your my own courtesan as we speak - you have to know coming here can cast that reputation on you. Its no secret that Otto Vann the self-proclaimed Master of Fashion is comfortable with hiring women who sell themselves. You really want me to come with you to public events that aren't related to these Camp Excursions you've doomed me to?" "I'm not known for being much of a discreet man Eva. I have my habits that I keep private but I am an open book for this world to judge. Can you handle that? There would be a lot to gain from people thinking you were mine, though thats another conversation for another day." Otto sits forward in the chair, resting his arms on his knees as he speaks to Eva, gesturing with his hands "As far as the Royalists go.." he waves a dismissive hand "Their problem lies in the fact that they can not and will not ever be able to manage the business of this City. The Syndicate has many people who associate with it that are insidious at best, and garbage at worst. Many of those men are in this very room. Smugglers, thieves, rapists, worse. However, even with people like that in its midst, The Syndicate keeps this city running - we keep the sludge moving, gil moving up the line so that Her Majesty can 'run' her city. They want taxes, we make sure business stays smooth and those taxes are paid even." "So, for me, whenever I think or hear of Royalists - I always imagine what would happen when or if they didn't have money to pay their guards or soldiers, or anyone for that matter. You can't run a city like this with empty pockets, you just can't. Sure they could try to eradicate us, and make our business run under threat of State force, but men like me are talented at what we do Miss Primrose while their only talent is the ability to be absolutely worthless on their own. Chaos would erupt if Monetarists were removed from the picture, and business would crash for far too long to keep this city stable. They need us to survive." "Do you understand Miss Primrose?"

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Ive said it elsewhere but I don't look forward to the wave of people retconning their characters into overnight genius engineers for machinist

Otto looks perturbed at his having to explain himself. He 'tsks' once in irritation with a slight raise of one cheek as he looks away momentarily before returning his gaze to match the wild-eyed woman's. "Frankly, I don't see why it matters I am doing what I am for you. If I wanted to fuck you, you'd know - so I'm not trying to get into a bed with you - not right now anyways." "However you are owed at least a bit of an explanation since you will be doing more work than I. Truthfully there is no downside here for me. It only presents upsides, and any possible negativity that will come my way will be not worth my time. Im rich Eva, wealthier than most in this city and I'm quiet and conservative, in regards to politics and public gestures like this. You may find people wanting to help you once my name is attached to it. And isn't that the point? My name, being spread." "Though if you play your cards right you may benefit from it outside of whatever altruism you feel. You may even get to spend more time with me, and isn't that its own just reward?" "One last word of advice Miss Primrose, never take a royalist seriously in this city when it comes to their opinions on anything Stately or Official."

Finally got warrior to 50 to match my Paladin. Metallic Red Dragoon. The best.

During Eva's objections and rants on the plight of her chosen cause and people, Otto pulls the market-ticker reports from the table. He pulls the glasses from his coat again, setting them on the edge of his nose and starts to thumb through the reports once she finishes. Spotting points of interest he unscrews the cap from the fountain pen given to him by the servant and begins to underline key pieces of information to him. He keeps leafing through the reports, his lips muttering to himself as he reads lines while also paying mind to everything Eva has said up to this point. At the last page he also scratches down a name. Finally he pulls his glasses from his face, holding them in his hand and looks up to Eva with a sigh and a tired look "Here's what you will to start doing." He puts the report back on the desk, sliding it to her portion of the table alongside the newspaper. "Instead of just throwing money at the problem, why not get them to work? Use that gil and go to those businesses I've underlined. They are owned by men that I would consider...good enough to purchase from. If I were you I would start with having them build their own shelter from good materials. Put the skilled refugees to work and pay them for it. Let them build their own small homes - something better than those ragged tent cities they are living in now." "You will find on the last page the name of an Alchemist I trust implicitly. He lives for gil but his word is as strong as any. Work with him and the Carpenter's Guild to have an infirmary of sorts built out there as well. I am sure through him you can find medical professionals of some kind to run your clinic out there you will eventually have erected." "Lastly you will need a way to keep these buildings standing and that where I come in. I will be dealing with permits of sorts so you can actually put structures outside this great cities walls and not have them torn down by other who would find them unsightly. Its...unusual for someone of my station to deal with it but rest assured it is well within the favors I can have pulled." "As far as your dress and us visiting, it can be handled in due time. For now you have security issues to resolve and I am not one to advise you on that." Otto sits back in his chair, running a finger over his brow (IF HE HAD ANY) as he looks down and tired. "You will need more gil from me very soon I can imagine. How is all of this for your partnership you seek? I can imagine we will having a great many more dealings like this in the future in this Club. I hope you can get used to your surroundings in here, I noticed you looking around. Don't worry, they won't bite."

Literally come at me any who dare.

Otto takes his own drink from the table, holding the rim of the tumbler to his nose, swirling the glasses contents as he pays attention to Eva's eyes, watching her scan the room. He holds onto the thought as he takes his first sip, bitter and everything else he likes. He leaves his glass to sit upon one of the arm-rests of his chair as he leans forward to the table to take the newspaper. He gets recomforted in his chair, crossing a leg as he lounges, taking time to unfold and flip through the paper to scan for a headline he was interested in. As he is reading the paper he speaks to her while not looking up from it "What is your hesitation with the money?" He asks bluntly and plainly. "It's very rare to have millions handed to a desperate-for-cash someone on a crusade and they focus their efforts on ignoring it and instead ask about other dealings. Are you so eager to hang off my arm as we visit those camp you've come to stay in?" Otto lets his words hang, still shuffling through pages of his paper until he comes to the article he was looking for. It is a piece outlining the struggles having refugees live off the outer-walls of Ul'dah brings. Written by a classist, the language is vulgar though retaining truths about the crime, the chaotic nature of the camps, recent struggles and arrests, and a host of other problems. He folds the paper in half long-ways and slaps it on the table in front of her with a gesture for her to read "Do you think me taking you on my arm to this place, clad in a dress of my design with millions of gil in hand can fix this? Tell me of your plans to bring any sort of relief with my backing."

Otto rolls his eyes with annoyance as he looks away from the Elezen woman and back out of the window for a moment to collect his thoughts. Her petulance is annoying him. Looking back to her he speaks softly, to keep in check with his surroundings "If I cared to impress you, I would take you to my bed. I had brought you here as a courtesy, and because I was not in the mood to be anywhere else today. Is it really such a problem for a woman like yourself to be in a Club like this? I..." He trails his words short as the servant returns with a tray holding a myriad of items. Two drinks, his usual that Eva seems to have gotten quite used to. A newspaper folded neatly and unused sans the Tonberry editorials, the most recent ticker-report from the Market Board, and a curious unsealed red envelope. Otto eyes the contents of the tray as they are laid onto the table before himself and Eva. Pulling glasses from his coat pocket, he places them low on his nose to examine the envelope more closely with a confused and surprised looked. He looks up to the servant with an expectant expression as he holds up the envelop but he merely shakes his head in a 'I don't know' fashion. With a lackadaisical raise of his brows he turns the envelope over to open it. He finds a simple card in it and reads the message. Its message is grave, even for him. He shows little as he slides the card back into the envelope, and tucks it into an inner-coat pocket as he leans forward. While forward he reaches into another coat pocket from the inside of his suit-jacket a cheque. Otto makes a point of using nearly ceremonial cheques, made from heavy card stock, embossed with gold dust and the lettering equally so. He looks to the servant making a mock writing gesture with his hand "Pen please." The servants here are all very used to people like me coming and needing pens to sign various things, business dealings or otherwise, and they always carry fountain pens on their person now. He hands his over with a bow and silently holds it out by the tips of his fingers and Otto takes it with intent. He unscrews the cap and takes to signing and filling out the blank cheque. He signs it for two-million gil in all and endorses it with his signature, the ink soaking in deeps to the paper as he scratches across his signature. He rescrews the top of the pen on and places it on the table with the papers. Otto dismisses the man with a simple wave of the hand and he bows one last time and departs without saying anything, taking his silver tray with him. He looks over the check one last time, ensuring good penmanship as he blows on the ink to dry it before leaning forward to hand it over across the table to Eva "Lets get started then. This is the beginning of you getting you refugee help you seem to care so much for."

Otto rolls his eyes with annoyance as he looks away from the Elezen woman and back out of the window for a moment to collect his thoughts. Her petulance is annoying him. Looking back to her he speaks softly, to keep in check with his surroundings "If I cared to impress you, I would take you to my bed. I had brought you here as a courtesy, and because I was not in the mood to be anywhere else today. Is it really such a problem for a woman like yourself to be in a Club like this? I..." He trails his words short as the servant returns with a tray holding a myriad of items. Two drinks, his usual that Eva seems to have gotten quite used to. A newspaper folded neatly and unused sans the Tonberry editorials, the most recent ticker-report from the Market Board, and a curious unsealed red envelope. Otto eyes the contents of the tray as they are laid onto the table before himself and Eva. Pulling glasses from his coat pocket, he places them low on his nose to examine the envelope more closely with a confused and surprised looked. He looks up to the servant with an expectant expression as he holds up the envelop but he merely shakes his head in a 'I don't know' fashion. With a lackadaisical raise of his brows he turns the envelope over to open it. He finds a simple card in it and reads the message. Its message is grave, even for him. He shows little as he slides the card back into the envelope, and tucks it into an inner-coat pocket as he leans forward. While forward he reaches into another coat pocket from the inside of his suit-jacket a cheque. Otto makes a point of using nearly ceremonial cheques, made from heavy card stock, embossed with gold dust and the lettering equally so. He looks to the servant making a mock writing gesture with his hand "Pen please." The servants here are all very used to people like me coming and needing pens to sign various things, business dealings or otherwise, and they always carry fountain pens on their person now. He hands his over with a bow and silently holds it out by the tips of his fingers and Otto takes it with intent. He unscrews the cap and takes to signing and filling out the blank cheque. He signs it for two-million gil in all and endorses it with his signature, the ink soaking in deeps to the paper as he scratches across his signature. He rescrews the top of the pen on and places it on the table with the papers. Otto dismisses the man with a simple wave of the hand and he bows one last time and departs without saying anything, taking his silver tray with him. He looks over the check one last time, ensuring good penmanship as he blows on the ink to dry it before leaning forward to hand it over across the table to Eva "Lets get started then. This is the beginning of you getting you refugee help you seem to care so much for."

Otto is caught looking out of the window during Evangeline's approach, his chin rested on his hand propped up on armrest of the chair. When Evangeline sits, he breaks from his inner thoughts, details involving rivals and people threatening him. They can wait though, his guest has arrived, though seemingly upset. He finds humor in her temerity and shows it outwardly. Speaking and looking towards him as angrily as she is, that's something that anyone would consider truly dangerous in this environment. He notices a servant approach the table, looking all of concerned and nervous as Eva takes her seat and bows as he blurts out "Sir I brought the woman" he trails his words as he looks to her while still in his bow "but she plowed past the doorman and made a scene. Be warned we allow people to invite guests, but if behavior persists she will be thrown out as an interloper." Otto sits back in his chair fully, sinking into the plushed leather to get comfortable. He nods his head lightly enough with a hand raised dismissively in acknowledgment. He sighs once as he gives Eva a looking over, taking note of her dress, creases in it faint but glaringly obvious to someone who works with fashion and fabric for a living. He appreciates her attempt to look the part, a man weak to the fashion trends of the Elezen woman-kind and how they look in their proper dress. Pursing his lips for a moment as he manages to pull his eyes from Eva's dress he looks to the man-servant "Bring me my usual drink, your most recent Market Board ticker-reports, and some news articles. Spare me any Tonberry Lantern articles. You will also see to Lady Evangeline's requests." The man-servant returns from his bow stiffly, looking to me with doubt as he replies "Master Vann...as you wish." True to the nature of this Club, no one works here without being professional. Looking back to Eva, Otto gestures his head towards the servant, indicating for her to make her requests. "Ask anything, and you get it." Unafraid to have a candid conversation in front of the staff he also doesn't wait for her reply to warn her "As for your outburst, be careful how you speak to people in this part of the city. I told someone to fetch you, not to mistreat you. I'd be disappointed you'd think I would instruct someone to treat you as a 'slave' if I expected much from anyone other than myself." Shifting in his seat he changes his facial expression, tone, and considers the subject to he dropped and resolved. "Now, we have business to discuss. A lot of it actually, so don't be afraid to take advantage of the comforts offered here. Food, drink, jewelry even, whatever you ask for is yours to have."

Today, like most recent days in Ul'dah, is drab and dreary. It's hot, noisy, packed with people and refugees alike. You can't walk in front of the Quicksand anymore without at least one bothering you. I'm not a selfish man, I give when they ask, usually a few thousand gil at a time. Enough to change their lives substantially, insignificant compared to what I have. Today however, as I am walking by the Quicksand I notice my 'pupil' of sorts walking out the Gate to most likely head to her refugee camps. I doubt she noticed me and I let her continue on her path without interrupting her, I'm not interested in being roped into a trip to those camps just yet. I'll fetch her by courier soon enough though now that I know she is in the city today. Seeing her reminded me I need to sign over a cheque to her. Otto shrugs inwardly as he continues in his stride unabated by the sight of the wild-eyed Elezen woman and heads towards the Emerald Lane. The Emerald Lane houses the wealthy and elite alike. You have to be very wealthy to even allowed near these streets or a guest. The Brass Blades, ever useless, at least get this part of their job right and accost those who don't belong until they leave. Its not that I prefer seclusion from those with less money than me, but lately I've wanted to avoid contact with practically anyone and anything that doesn't involve business or business owners. I've retreated from the world, caring more for the lounges that only millionaires can access, their air stale and unmoved as scant few ever sit in them for a quiet place to relax and converse. Servants at your whims, the point of such gaudy rooms is for pretentious rich people to sit quietly, speaking at whisper levels across the room as they discuss whatever comes to their minds. I belong mostly due to my colleagues expecting it. Food and drink is never charged, they wait on you hand and foot and you can come and go anytime. I've come before for the quiet and relaxing atmosphere and today is no different. When I arrive outside of the Club, I stop by the doorman and begin to describe Evangeline to the best of my ability. I tell him I want her fetched and brought here as my guest - and that she is not to be accosted for dress or any perceived lesser status. When he hears he may have to send someone to the refugee camps to find her his face noticeably turns sour. I'll never understand looking down on others because of that. Walking inside, the atmosphere is noticeably quieter compared to the outside, and cooler. Much like the Palace, Ice Crystals and smaller Wind Shards are used to keep the air circulated and chilled. People smoking cigars, pipes, and other things are abound as they sit in plush brown leather couches and deep arm chairs. True to form everyone is speaking at a whisper, discussing business, their day, families - pretty much anything. Others are quietly sitting in their deep chairs, reading news or papers or nothing at all as they stare off into the Void with thoughts or not on the mind. A couple nod to me, mostly out of courtesy and I return the favor as I hold a hand up in 'No thanks' to the greeter and their questions on how they can help me and head over a pair of seats across from each other with a table in the middle that is near a window. Knowing the people who work here and how no expense is ever spared - she will be summoned soon enough.

There is another Tife in the game, and her name is like 'Tifa Lockheart' with the apostraphes or something Good luck finding her!

There is another Tife in the game, and her name is like 'Tifa Lockheart' with the apostraphes or something Good luck finding her!

Marriage tux is male only - cue tears. Dress is female only - cue dramatically fewer tears. Dragoon buffs mean I am going to become Otto "Azure" Vann. Dragoon buffs literally turn me into Otto "Manslayer" Vann in PVP. Ninja nerfs coupled with DRG buffs means a super-majority of NINs will bandwagon over to Dragoon. I am not spending 2 to 4 months to grind out a nexus just for Longinus. Ninja new relic is called Sasuke's Blades, Believe It! Getting three-star crafting is insanely easy now. Expect many price drops to come on four-stars as people easily advance. Anti-run selling tech is in the game. Interesting. Cash shop will hold metallic red,blue,green dyes. Interesting. Buying a set of Red for my Augmented DRG AF.

Raiding is tedious. RP can be fun.