OttoVann

Otto sits forward enough with his own dry tone "Eva." He shakes his head "Lets be honest with each other - you want something from me. In one hand you tell me you are in it for the long haul and then you move into wanting information. Whether its personal or professional...come on Eva." "I've come very far is my near two years of being in Ul'Dah. I've dealt with people like you every step of the way in my forward march to getting and consolidating as much power and wealth as I could. Maybe it was all luck, but I like to think that I was blessed by the Twelve enough to be adequately perceptive and I am not going to let my guard down and start to share my world's details with you here and now. I have no way to know if you really are just trying to use that information for more." Otto sits back in his chair and pulls at his face with both hand, exhaling heavily "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't lash on you like that." "But..." he lets his words hang in the air "Just tell me what you really want. You'd be surprised what I just give to people these days with being so fed up with this place. Just make it interested and come to me with some form of interesting payment. Gil is useless to me."

(I should have written in the first reply of mine my appearance and its roughness. Otto's hair is starting to grey slightly in his beard. Only slightly.) "My absence will continue. I've grown...very tired of this city, its people, everything about it. I have nothing here for me that I care about other than my businesses. I've already begun plans to move into Limsa and Gridania for good and leave Ul'Dah for the most part and leave a token presence befitting of my brand and its name." "I have been far and away from most cities and in fact I only got your missive in a pile of a weeks old mess I had to sort through when Ridley brought it all to me. To be short and to stop droning, no I am not quite alright but its also not a concern." Otto takes his drink, haphazardly drinking it and wiping his chin with his gloved hand before non-gently placing the glass back on the table "Still, it's nice to know I've retained my immutable charm and have you wishing for more." He looks away to laugh once with a wide smile before killing the expression. He lets several moments pass, tapping his pointing finger on the table a few times before asking her "What makes you offer that to me? I thought you had quenched your thirst for vengeance against people like me with a woman or two by now"

Otto raises his eyebrows in acquiescence as he reaches forward to his own glass filled with his usual bitter drink. Scotch, ground sugar, orange slice. Miming her toast he raises his glass and takes a sip from his, then another before setting the glass down without care, it clinking loudly enough against the table. "Did you really just ask me out here to reassure you that all you have to do is simply ask her to the ball?"

Otto thinks carefully about Eva's question. Exhaling through his nose heavily he speaks assuredly "Well, if I we're to wonder if their heart was something that belonged to me...I think how I deal with that is seeing if they want to spend time with you on their own. As in, they would approach you for time together versus the other way around without being provoked." "In regards to worrying about whether they will leave the instant you make a mistake? Thats not something you should be concerned over. I figured you were more confident than that. She very well might if you are as timid as the mouse waiting for the shoe to drop - on the other hand showing overt temerity might also dissuade her. I won't simply say 'be yourself' because that's meaningless - but you should try to just act as you normally would and remain self confident enough you can keep her around." Otto leans back in his chair again, resting in his chair "As far as the Starlight Ball...why are you afraid to ask her? So what if she says no. Ask her again a week later after you've worked on her some more. Thats how I got with my past-wife and any other relationships. Persistence. I'm not the most attractive man in Eorzea, though I come close of course - I also don't have the most shining of personalities, but again mine is still bright. Showing a measured persistence works better than anything else." Otto shrugs as he thinks about all he said and his own persistence. "What else is on your mind?"

Mmmm they look good.

"Me? Presume too much?" Otto looked humored, and he was - no need to act otherwise. "You'll come to learn that I try and remain...jovial. Yes I was jesting - you made it clear you get hot under the skirt for fellow women, much like myself. Even if I were attracted it would be a very fleeting thought." Otto shrugs "As nice as the thought may be" Clearing his throat he brushes aside the banter as he sits from his slouched and relaxed position on the chair, sweeping his arms in front of him against the table as he sits forward, both arms resting on the top of the table "You didn't bring me out here to talk about profits though. Leanne is your trouble it seems." "How does one know they have the heart of another? Do you mean whether you know /you/ love someone or that someone loves /you/?"

Otto would put an irritated smile on his face as he takes his seat, unbuttoning his coat and letting it sit wide open as he relaxes into the chair with a crossed leg. Resting an arm on the edge of the table before him he quickly and firmly waves his hand to stop her as he speaks "Please, don't misconstrue my giving you a token some of gil to be carte blanche support of your movement or ideals." He would sit in his chair almost haphazardly, one arm draped over the back as he sits in it at a queer angle with his leg crossed, back slouched, and one arm resting against the table. His free hand resting on the table idly and quietly taps his middle finger against the table as he sits and observes Eva for a moment - he should speak but isn't as he simply observes her and regards her questions. Breaking the silence he waves that hand again at the wrist "Ah forgive me for the scolding. I am doing well enough of course. They always will as long as I am in charge. My health is fine - better than ever." "How are you though Eva? I'm surprised you managed to get a letter to me. Its very...rare to receive missives like that." Otto takes to the plates of food in front of him, mindlessly shifting them around on the plate with his utensils with his one hand on the table as he lastly adds "In regards to where you should start, I find it best to say whatever comes to mind first." He looks up from the plate to her with a smile. "Though yes I do know you love me if that is a concern of yours." He finishes his comment with one light chuckle before looking back to his plate.

Today is like most days. I'm hung over, I feel ill without drugs, and Ridley has left me to my devices after serving me my first meal of the day. Sitting at my desk in one of my apartments in The Mists I spoon my favorite, Dagger Soup, eating as I start to look over any paperwork and documents on my desk. Trash, all of it as usual as I take a maligned effort to sorting through the waste. A couple of statements from my businesses - marker in their own unique envelopes only I use. Guaranteed profits, though lately not as large. No matter how small the profit is, as long as I earn positively I am happy. With a lackadaisical raise of my eyebrows as I rightfully judge the stack of envelopes and missives to be waste - I trash all of them, including reports of any profit. I just need my breakfast in me so I can take my Sugar and get on with my day. Ridley, however, has already planned a part of my day for me. As I am finishing my bowl I notice an already opened envelope peeking out from under my clock that sits on the right of my desk. Pushing my bowl aside with a tsk of my cheek I pull the letter from the white envelope with furled brows as I read it over entirely. I set it down at first without a second thought as I finish my meal and rise to get dressed. Returning to my desk as I cinch my bow-tie tight, I regard the letter once more. Instead of my typical pink suits, lately I have taken to only wearing dark and 'serious' colors. Typically I only reserve dampened colored suits for legitimately serious business but I can't be assed to care right now. I still look good, regardless of color though. Recalling the written words "if it pleases you" I shrug after a moments consideration - taking the letter and folding it into an inner coat pocket before buttoning up and heading out to take an Airship ride to Ul'Dah to meet his...student. The past few weeks I have avoided Ul'Dah as best I can. The city is largely forlorn to me, I've lost all interest in it's happenings, its people, and anything that doesn't include my business. I almost despise it, with an arrogant demeanor and I've taken notice of my shift in attitude. Either way... Otto steps from the airship after it's finished its landing approach. Stepping out he takes a deep breath with an equal sigh as he begins to walk over to the small bar and restaurant. He gives an almost sheepish nod with pursed lips and non-gladdened eyes to the bartender, holding up his fingers for his typical order, this time doubled for his awaiting guest - all of this takes place wordlessly and he would be glad for it. He rounds the corner as spots Evangeline and puts it all behind him as he applies his affable smile and greets her. No one can see him in any other state, under any circumstance. "Hello Eva."

Yes Summoners got the SHAFT when they lost Thunder. They need MP help so bad as well.

Lets be honest, pulling high dps in Turn8 does matter because if you cant- you can't FCOB most likely. That same parse by the way, the monk in our raid did 565 dps. So I lost by about 10% compared to him. Dragoons being behind monks by 10%? Why? No thanks. Turn8 is a parse fight - 510 on turn8 is to show the point that DRGs need more dps. I dont know how hard good ninjas parse, last time we had one for fun in there they did...520? Why should DRG be the worst melee and the weakest? Good buffs inbound boys please look forward to it. Lastly the magic buff to DRGs is for turn12/13. Turn 10/11 is more manageable though much more painful than is should be. Stacks in turn12 crush DRGs much earlier than the rest of the raid which was the real problem. All this salt thrown my way mmm.

Otto looks with surprise and brows raised as he inhales and stands. The ending is sadly sudden, but nonetheless he enjoyed the reprieve. He returns her bow slightly and stiffly, more a nod of the head "Of course Evangeline. Remember, stay loose. I would happily answer any question you have for me. I am distinguished and unabashed about who I am and what I do." "Stay safe, twelve guide you. Return to me Eva...I look forward to it."

Something about you having hair terrifies me at a very basic level. ;____;

Trying a new look. Please advise. (This isn't permanent or IC for long)

I parsed 510 dps in turn8 the other day over the course of 6.5 minutes. More Dragoon buffs? PLEASE do. I can't wait to wreck shit harder.

"And I'll whisper...No"

Im not sure what to make of Otto in glasses.

Highly jealous! I haven't seen that chest piece drop yet! >< I want ittttttt! You can come inspect it closer later :^)

I'm late to the party but I managed to finally get T9 drops that weren't just sands and oils. (I also got Ninja Knives from T9...I don't have rogue unlocked.)

Ive been doing a TON of PVE, farming Turns 6-9 and X-TREEM Primals. The RP I have done has been private and personal RP. Ul'Dah can go fuck itself for a while, Otto's got a lot of reasons to not care about the city while Ridley deals with my business managers for me and keeps the machine moving so I can keep making my millions.

Otto visibly relaxes, more in this comfort zone. He could talk about his taste in women all day. "My tastes? Well a pretty face doesn't hurt. Nice breasts are always good. What I like the most though in regards to Elezen are their legs. Long and...seductive. Their height as well. I am not particularly fond of Midlander and Miqo women. Sure I'll take them to my bed all the same but I prefer women to be taller than that." Otto turns his head in a smirk as he tries to suppress a grin as a thought crosses his mind. "Perhaps your fury would be sated once you get a man and/or a woman in your bed to...satisfy you" he turns and laughs. "Forgive me for laughing but I think I may be onto something." Otto clears his throat though and kills the humored look on his face at once as he thinks about business. "Well less than two years ago I would've been considered a working poor member of the village my wife and I lived in. After her murder...I sold everything we owned and came to Ul'Dah to start a new life. I was determined to work for myself and only make and sell what I considered a joy. This inevitably led to fashion. I have been wearing suits ever since I made my first one once I moved out here. It was...surprising how much more people took me seriously when you aren't dressed in drab and everyday adventuring gear over a fine suit." "How I eventually and quite luckily got popular was due to my unrelenting determination. I have probably given away...dozens of outfits. I would say 'Tell them Otto Vann made it' when and if they we're asked where they got the fine threads from. I think over the course of the months it caught on and worked. I gambled and starting asking extraordinary amounts of gil for my work, and that also....worked. People pay a quarter of a million gil for one of my ruby rings now. I've made jewelry for Courtesans and their...erotic piercings, I've made dresses for little Noble Ladies. I work with what interests me and is attractive to my ego." "Luck though I would say is my main contributor for my wealth."

Otto mimics the Elezen woman, pulling his own chair forward as he sits close to the table, elbows propped. He leans in and looks to the sides to confirm they are alone before mock whispering "Yes." in reply to her last question, smiling. Otto would sit back in his chair and clasp his hands in his lap as he crosses a leg "I do actually find you attractive. Not the fairest in the land, but I am particularly fond of your kinds women." he shrugs lazily "However my finding you attractive isn't why I'm here. In fact I don't think I could ever act on it , pursuing relations with a woman who wants me dead and my 'colleagues'." "But I am glad you brought up the Lady Leanne. We need to focus on getting her in your clutches hm? Or you could ask me more about myself either way I've got far worse things I could be doing with my time right now."

I know I walk around in slut-glams a lot. Highlander pride world wide.

Evangeline nods as he speaks, seeming more interested than before. "An older woman... Did she come to you? Or did you pursue her?" S She clears her throat, "Nothing wrong with lust, Mr Otto, so long as it is tempered with affection. Which there must have been, for you to take her as your wife." "My apologies if the conversation is unpleasant though..." She looks nervous, "Have you always been with ladies then? Or have you ever been with... a gentleman?" "I pursued her. Gods that was over ten years ago, seems so long. I suppose I have always had affection for older women - I think everyone woman I've ever been romantically involved with is older. For better or worse." "Lust is perfectly fine, its all I know now. I like to think so at least." "As far as sleeping with a man, definitely not. I know what I do and do not like - and that is not one of them. Men come onto me on occasion, and its flattering, but I can't help them sadly." Otto clears his throat after letting those words hang for a moment before jokingly saying "Too bad youre younger. Tsk"

I will be there and I will bring as many people as I can with me. Harems have been alerted.

"Hm. Well don't think too ill of courtesans. I hire many of them often, sometimes its...refreshing to get exactly what you want, when you want it." "As for me? My first encounter in the bedroom with another woman?" Otto inhales heavily through his nose, exhaling equally as he rights his posture and looks across the table to Evangeline. "I was...sixteen. The woman in particular was my future wife to be. She herself was eighteen and not clueless or an amateur. It was more lust than love, over too quickly, but thrilling and left us both wanting more. Which we both got shortly after." "I'm not really sure the relevance though - speaking frankly. I don't enjoy speaking of my late-wife too much." "Still, continue to ask me whatever you please." With that Otto takes his drink, taking another sip as he watches her intently.