imperial_stage | Party time and more [Action]

[In a ballroom at Central City.]

The auction was done and a hefty pile of wealth had been gathered to help pay for the reconstruction of Amestris in the wake of the devastating undead invasion. All that was left at this point was the after party, and EVERYONE has been invited. The majority of the party has moved to a huge ballroom, complete with an in house orchestra, several tables of light snacks and drinks, a large dancing area, tables around the edges of the room, and servants with trays of drinks making sure no one goes long without a glass. Brag about your newest acquisition, seeth with jealousy at the guy who bid more on the piece you wanted, enjoy fine food and drinks from across the empire, get drunk, dance, have fun. Mr. Wayne is footing the bill tonight.

[Elsewhere, later that evening...]

A dark figure edges close to the tall wall surrounding the manor belonging to the mysterious man known only as The Major. It produces a grappling hook from under its cloak, and is perched atop the wall in short order to get a better look at what it has to contend with here.

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Wherever there is food, the Major is sure to be there as well, indulging however he can. He's sitting down at a table with a plate of most meats that the caterers have to offer. The man preferred those over most of the other food groups anyway. With steak, duck, tripe, and sausages with surprisingly, a little bit of sauerkraut, decorating his dish, he eats to his heart's content with a glass of champagne just next to it. But as he eats, he always takes the time to wave at those who catch his interest, say... people from kingdoms Amestris is fairly unfriendly with or those he personally knows.

"Ah, if it isn't the good Major," Delacroix said, approaching with his own glass of wine. "How fares the wall?"

"Your Holiness."

Giving the man a smile and a laugh, he raises his glass of wine towards his direction. It's been some time since his golden eyes laid eyes on one of his oldest friends. The man has aged quite well while the Major hasn't at all. Regardless, it's always pleasant to see a friend.

"My forces have everything under control. We are just as capable with a defensive battle as much as we are an offensive battle. And how fares the papal office?"

"No better or worse than usual," Delacroix replied. "The hunt for heretics continues and the flock is restless with concern. 'Tis my hope the quelling of the restless dead will soothe the fears of the faithful."

"But it's often when the believers are afraid the most that they turn to God and the Church for solace, isn't it?" the Major asks. He would have liked to add in more of his own commentary, but this was quite enough in front of a man like the Pope. This was a party and it was best not to draw more attention than they already have simply through their presence together.

"And the church stands ready to receive them," Delacroix replied. "Even still, we prefer less dangerous means to bring in the faithful."

"Dangerous means, I'm afraid, are the only way those divine binary opposites can be established. 'God' is good and those who would wreak violence against those who confide in him are 'bad'," he says, but once again, he stops here before giving a more lengthy criticism of the Church as he would be tempted to. Although he couldn't care less about faith, he can certainly speak in detail about his apathy. He sips from his champagne a little before proceeding.

"I think such times are perfect to hold a wedding."

"Indeed, a bit of good cheer can bolster the spirits of the people immensely. I trust you have some goals to that end in mind?"

"Do you mean to say beyond fulfilling both my country and my heart?" asks the Major. The words were certainly not serious and those who knew the Major especially would understand that. .

She knew exactly where her Major would be. It was obvious wasn't it? With his love of food, it was no surprise when she found him with plates laden with what this benefit had to offer! To see him do anything less would make her worry.

As for Rip, she was in an exceedingly good mood. She had managed to dodge guard duty and was dressed in a new suit even! The music was just splendid~ and nearly made her want to sing.

"Vat vonderful muzic~! It makes me vant to zing~."

He put down his fork and looked over at his darling Rip with a smile. She seemed so predictably in a good mood and really, she usually was which he didn't mind at all. It always helped to liven up the mood.

"Then why don't you, Rip van Winkle? Sing a memorable tune that would liven up the festivities a little!"

As she approached the food, she noticed a rather.. plump man gathering up meat to consume. Admittedly it did look rather appetizing, but not her usual fair.

As for the man in question, she was curious yet apprehensive. From what she had managed to gather, he was one of the men from the Amestris's Army. How.. interesting.

"... Do you have something that you need that is more important than my meal?" the Major says as he glances over at Victoria. He didn't like to be disturbed, really. Normally, he would have been kinder and asked what she had wanted in a kinder voice, but mealtime is often sacred for him.

His abrupt tone gained a raised eyebrow. Eyes flickered from him to the meal and making the connection. How often had one of her Elders been annoyed at the interruption of a meal? How often had she disposed of the one to interrupt her?

Victoria put on a polite smile. "I merely wish to introduce myself to those that seem to be of importance. I have been away for quite some time and as such it is always pleasant to touch basses of course. Is that not the game we play at gathering such as this?"

She paused for a moment before taking a sip from the wine glass she held. "I am the Lady Victoria Winter of clan Tzimisce, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance dear sir."

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