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McBeefâ„¢ · **12-04-2014, 08:19 PM**

Evangeline calmly watches his outburst, the glass shattering onto the wall and floor, and defensively scoots her drink further away from Otto, lest he get any ideas.

"I am aware, Mr Otto, it is why I dislike them. Selfish fools who can see no further than their own pleasure, and the acquisition of wealth."

She smiles, "I was pleasantly surprised to find you were not one of them." Taking a slow drink, "If you think this place has nothing to offer, perhaps you should listen to me more seriously then."

"Your wealth was used for more than my posters and fliers. Bread, Clothes, Shelter, Medicine..." She nods, "Lives were saved because of it... though I am unsure if you care." She shrugs, "For all you speak of being different from those others associated with the Syndicate, you are self centered in your own way. I have never seen you raise concern for anything other than yourself and your pleasures."

Evangeline leans back, enjoying how wonderfully fuzzy and warm her skin has gotten, and she ventures a more personal question, "For all you speak of being different from those others associated with the Syndicate, you are self centered in your own way. I have never seen you raise concern for anything other than yourself and your pleasures."

She swirls her glass around, "Speak honestly, other than women, alcohol, and money, what other concerns motivate you, Master Otto. I ask this question not to insult, but to understand."

OttoVann · **12-05-2014, 02:05 AM**

"I differentiate myself by being good at business. I create works of art with my hands. Its no accident I had my meteoric rise to fame and fortune. I have a passion for creating fashion and I have no equal. What do fools like Jameson Taeros or others like him do?" Otto starts to become more vocal with his hands as he speaks, irritated "They can't run a business. They can't make things people desire with their hands. They're political runts, with more criminality in them than honesty could ever be."

Otto sits up and forward on the edge of his chair as he keeps speaking to Eva "Think of it like this. Tomorrow...if I lose...50 million gil, nobody cares - least of all me. Want to know why? I am beholden to no one. I've worked hard to maintain my independence in this city and I wear it with pride. I don't have people I need to maintain bribes with, I don't have vital connections I need to maintain with underworld elements. I refuse to even take business partners or investors. I wouldn't need their help anyways anymore, but the world could come to an end before I allow myself, my own tiny kingdom I've built, my everything to be not under my complete and total control"

Otto jabs his fingers into the table as he continues into his rant "Tomorrow if lets say...Addleton Corntal loses 50 million gil, you may as well sign his death certificate tonight. Lesser men like him to inherited their way into Syndicate affiliation, constantly greasing palms and bribing everything that breathes so they can avoid the Headsman - they can't handle sudden loss like that. They're criminal garbage who can't exist on their own merit. The moment they run out of coin is the moment they are gutted like any common thief. They can't run a shop, all they know is underhandedness. They resorted to smuggling, bribing, arm-twisting, and ultimately leaning on the Syndicate totally for their existence."

"Am I self-centered? Absolutely. I brought myself up from relatively humble beginnings in this city to being too powerful at times. Outside of whoring, drugs, money, and whatever fancies me for the day there isn't a lot I care about. Not anymore. Not presently anyways..." he trails off for the briefest instant before regaining his composure as he notices a barmaid approach the table with concern on her face. Otto gives her the fainest turn of the head, holding up two fingers again for indication to bring two more glasses. She hurries off wordlessly, what he would prefer right now.

Otto closes his eyes as he breathes in deeply, exhaling heavily. Re-opening them with no amusement in his expression he replies to her question "No I don't think I care too much about the betterment that was brought to people with the money I gave you. But that doesn't mean I wont give more anyhow. How much do you want? How much can you handle? One million? Four million?"

McBeefâ„¢ · **12-05-2014, 05:24 PM**

Evangeline shifts in her seat, "Taeros? Not the first time I've heard that name... though before I heard it in conjunction with Lady Crofte."

"Your self confidence does you well, Mr Otto, though my question remains unanswered? What is it all for?" She shrugs, "What do you even seek the money for, besides physical pleasures and influences over others."

Her eyes widen slightly at the amounts mentioned, "I do not think it would be proper, for me to take such large amounts." She leans forward, smiling slightly, "What of this, Master Otto, I propose a deal."

"I will accept your aid, perhaps several hundred thousand a month, similar to your first donation, and in doing so, will be in your debt." She takes a sip, "I mean truly, Master Otto, not just that you will have my gratitude. I will be at your disposal shall you ever need a favor of me."

"There is however, one catch." Her eyes twinkle merrily, "You must go with me to the camps, from time to time, and personally help distribute your charity."

"You might even enjoy the outing."

OttoVann · **12-05-2014, 05:55 PM**

As quietly as they approached, the barmaid returns to their table with yet again, two more glasses and deposits them on the table, bowing as she turns and almost flees.

Otto takes one glasses and pushes it forward to Eva, letting it slide close enough to her grasp as he slides his own drink between his hands. He bats it back and forth, letting it glide between his hands as he tries to best sort his answer.

Looking up to her he replies almost regrettably, as if he expected more "Its not about the money." Otto shrugs as if to add addendum "Well it is about money - but for me its about what the money represents."

"Think about it. Its why I refuse partners in business or investors. My almost incalculable wealth represents me. Its why I care so much about appearance. Once you have over a couple hundred million gil having more doesn't matter as much as making it stand for something."

"I am in business for myself. I am in business for the sake of being in business. I could have retired a while ago, I have nearly worked myself to death at points to make all this wealth accumulate in my hands. Luck is one thing, perseverance is another. It's a whole other thing though to meet demand. For a while I worked...over two-thirds of a day, everyday just making away in my shops. In fact sometimes now, I'll make things for the joy of it and make hardly no profit off of it - compared to other things I could have done with my time."

Otto sits back ignoring his drink "Lets add some stipulations to this deal then. I'll need someone attractive at my arm if I ever go to these camps. I do have a reputation to maintain after all. You will be that arm accessory of mine, who knows you might even enjoy it."

"I also don't think this will be happening often. You also will learn to handle large sums of money. We can start with a million and work from there."

"How does all that sound?"

McBeefâ„¢ · **12-06-2014, 06:16 PM**

Evangeline looks up at the sky, "A million...?" She taps a finger on the table, "Very well, if that is what it takes." She nods, "I would accompany you of course, and I could care little about my attire. Choose it yourself it yourself if it pleases you."

She smiles, "I look forward to this... hopefully it ignites a spark in you as well."

Taking a slow sip, and finishing her second glass, "Was there anything else then Mr Otto?" She laughs, "I need to go ask a certain Elezen to a certain ball."

OttoVann · **12-07-2014, 03:03 AM**

(12-06-2014, 06:16 PM)Natalie Mcbeef Wrote: Evangeline looks up at the sky, "A million...?" She taps a finger on the table, "Very well, if that is what it takes." She nods, "I would accompany you of course, and I could care little about my attire. Choose it yourself it yourself if it pleases you."

She smiles, "I look forward to this... hopefully it ignites a spark in you as well."

Taking a slow sip, and finishing her second glass, "Was there anything else then Mr Otto?" She laughs, "I need to go ask a certain Elezen to a certain ball."

Otto rises from his chair and starts to roll down his sleeves and rebutton his collar. Doing all of this wordlessly while he considers her words he looks ahead as he secures his bowtie. He stands behind his chair, both hands rested on the back of it as he looks down to her while she is at the table "You will care about what you wear once I put you in clothes of my design."

With a dour expression he puts his coat on and looks back to her long enough to tell her "See you next time. I'm headed back North - I'm tired of shit city."

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