Thread: Making his rounds (Attn: Anybody) 11-9-09

Lydia enters and seeing Tamas she nods at him. She then goes to a table and sits down. Out of her bag she pulls a notebook and pen and starts to write.

Tamas nods and works his way over to her, walking in a circle slowly around her.

"Nice to see a friendly face, what brings you out on this lovely night. Business or pleasure?"

Smiling at him, she responds "Hello. Maybe a bit of both."

Showing him her notes "I am writing a report so everyone will know what all has been going on around here"

Looking sad for a moment before continuing "Alex was the harpy and I was his assistant. He was such a nice one, too bad he is gone. But it falls to me now to write it up"

Smiling "and what brings you out on this lovely night as you put it?"

Tamas peaks over her shoulder reading over her notes quickly. He raises his mask just enough to rub his chin.

"Cant say i miss the whole harpy thing, and after poor Alex, it might have been good that I got out when i did, though from your notes, the social decorum seems to be slipping."

He leans down, resting on the back of her chair.

"So are you planning on taking up his mantle?"

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"Cant say i miss the whole harpy thing, and after poor Alex, it might have been good that I got out when i did, though from your notes, the social decorum seems to be slipping."

Nodding yes, "Poor Alex, he did the best he could and look what that got him."

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"So are you planning on taking up his mantle?"

"well I am thinking it might be a good idea. He was training me, I was his assistant. What are your thoughts on this?"

Tamas shrugs, starting to play with her hair a bit. " The blessing and problem with Harpy is its one of those things, while it technically can be given, just saying your the harpy doesn't make you one. Even having the primogens say they support you, doesnt mean you are able to...how do you say...Walk the walk. A weak harpy is a dead harpy...you have to be the conscious of the city, and when a conscious fails, everything fails around it. Think very carefully if that is a road you want to go down, because if you do, you are comitting yourself to being the 'big bad wolf' and that you will have to blow some homes down, and maybe even eat a few little piggies. Some of them might even be those closest to you, but when your friends mess up, and they WILL mess up eventually, it will be your job to punish them socially. If you dont, then you are just turning your neck to the bigger wolf..."

He chuckles a bit, a snapping sound could be heard from behind the mask.

"Still sure this is a road you want to go down and you are ready for?"

Miranda walked into the Atrium, her large leather bag slung over her shoulder. Seeing Lydia and Tamas, she moves over to the table the other woman is sitting at and pulls out a chair, taking a seat and removing several books and a notepad from the bag. She nods to them both before settling back, tucking her legs beneath her, and turning her attention towards a book while they speak.

Lydia looks thoughtful as she is listening to him. After a few moments she replies, "Yes I think I can walk the walk. I know I can do this job"

Looking up at him she asks him "Since you once held this position, would it be possible for me to come to you from time to time if I need advice?"

To Miranda:
Lydia looks over to her as she sits down. Nodding to her "Hello Miranda, how are you?"

Lydia puts her hand on Tamas's arm, "Tamas this is Miranda, I don't know if you have met her or not. Miranda this is Tamas"