"Otto Van..."
Evangeline fingers the embossed vellum letter, it's luxury and quality grounding her. Despite all her expectations, the ball had been enjoyable for her. She'd spent an evening dancing, socializing and flirting, mostly with the man she'd arrived with. For a while she almost felt she knew Otto the man, not Otto the syndicate member. An Otto who joked and whispered silly things into her ear. Not the Otto who casually signed checks worth more than a family might earn an a lifetime.
Regardless, the letter could not be refused. Otto was far too important. Her line of finance, and also line of legitimacy with the city's elite. Without him, she was back where she started, handing out pamphlets at every street corner, being chased by any brass blade that could muster the energy to do so.
Still though... could he care about her? Even not she puzzled over the gift he had sent during the starlight celebration. A set of training equipment, armor of sturdy leather and shiny brass, designed for movement, rather than protection. Extravagantly all the pieces were embedded with materia, enhancing the speed and reflexes of the wearer. Was the gift just another attempt to lower her guard, and make her amiable to his influence?
The Elezen laced up her boots and shrugged on her tunic, many questions still racing in her mind. Eventually she made her way onto the busy streets of Ul'dah, heading towards the address listed. She greets the secretary warmly, then sits, waiting for the woman to fetch Otto. For a few moments she is kept company only by her troubled thoughts.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
Evangeline fingers the embossed vellum letter, it's luxury and quality grounding her. Despite all her expectations, the ball had been enjoyable for her. She'd spent an evening dancing, socializing and flirting, mostly with the man she'd arrived with. For a while she almost felt she knew Otto the man, not Otto the syndicate member. An Otto who joked and whispered silly things into her ear. Not the Otto who casually signed checks worth more than a family might earn an a lifetime.
Regardless, the letter could not be refused. Otto was far too important. Her line of finance, and also line of legitimacy with the city's elite. Without him, she was back where she started, handing out pamphlets at every street corner, being chased by any brass blade that could muster the energy to do so.
Still though... could he care about her? Even not she puzzled over the gift he had sent during the starlight celebration. A set of training equipment, armor of sturdy leather and shiny brass, designed for movement, rather than protection. Extravagantly all the pieces were embedded with materia, enhancing the speed and reflexes of the wearer. Was the gift just another attempt to lower her guard, and make her amiable to his influence?
The Elezen laced up her boots and shrugged on her tunic, many questions still racing in her mind. Eventually she made her way onto the busy streets of Ul'dah, heading towards the address listed. She greets the secretary warmly, then sits, waiting for the woman to fetch Otto. For a few moments she is kept company only by her troubled thoughts.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
