Meetings (Matieu)

She could have done things the easy way. Could have. But what's the fun in that?

She hadn't gotten Matieu's number the night that they danced in Sugar's -- and she hadn't asked Erik for it. Granted, she could have read Erik's mind for the number or used her Technomancy to just pop into his phone for Matieu's phone number, but that bordered on psycho girlfriend levels in her mind and was a huge invasion of privacy. Besides, it was more fun to do things this way.

She knew the Nephandi that their group had been tracking. Which meant that she had gone on a very easy/minor quest to find said Nephandi and a list of addresses that he had been staying at. Easier for her to do, harder for the Hunters, but she had no doubt that they were on his trail. So at each location that she had been easily able to find (there were a number of them), she had left a message -- a magical message, that only Matieu would be able to read. Dangerous business for her, but she did so like taking risks. And it was just plain fun -- like a special scavenger hunt just for the Cajun boy. She started at the beginning, working her way to nearly where he was now -- though that was harder to leave a message at, since it was fucking France. Teleportation could only get you so far at any given time. When Matieu approached one of the locations, either in the Shadowlands or in the physical world, the message would glow with a bright, rainbow-colored light for him to see on the side of the building.

It was a simple message -- "Matieu, meet me at Sugar's, in my office. 9pm. I have something for you -- XOXO, G"

She had no earthly idea when he would get the message -- or if he would even show up. But she kept her word and made sure that she was there each night by 9pm, just in case he did decide to show up.

He showed looking like a normal guy, easing into the club getting a drink and being pointed to her office by the girl working the floor and to her office he sauntered.

He did at least knock and wait before walking into the room.

The door to her office was open. But she had earbuds in her ears, so she didn't hear him knock so much as catch movement out of the corner of her eye. Reaching up with one hand, she pulled the earbuds out of her ear with one finger and waved him into her office, a slight smile on her face.

"Hey, Handsome," she said, rising to her feet by way of greeting.

"Hey beautiful!  Don't you look good enough to eat." with a wolfish smile at her, "Erik I am sure though is taking very good care of you.  How can I help the lovely lady this evening?" While he spoke his eyes looked into hers ddenlyk his clothes seemed to match the same state of attire her clothes were. His NOLA accent rang heavy in the air, a gently carress of words but nothing else tryngi to flirt or touch her without her permission, and he waited for what was up.

She wasn't dressed up overmuch. Jeans and a baby doll t-shirt that didn't actually show off any of her skin, but was still form fitting enough for him to be able to tell that she had boobs. That was about it.

She answered his wolfish smile with a slightly coquettish grin, batting her eyelashes at him as she answered -- it was flirting but not really -- "I'll be sure to ask him if I taste half as good as I look, then."

Her lips twitched into a smile and she waved him closer to her desk, so that she could point at her computer in front of her. "Give me your phone and I'll get you hooked up with live video feed of your missing Nephandi. I gave my word; I keep it."

"I can call him up and ask my self Cheri'." with a smile at her. "Here's my number an' aye'll look forward to the feed."

Her cheeks turned a little bit pink as she bent over slightly and pulled up her command window prompt.

"You'll have to let me know what he says," she said with a slight smirk, then she was tapping away at the keys on her keyboard -- and in less than two minutes, she smirked again -- because she was just that good. "And there's your boy," she said, pointing at her screen and toward his pocket (likely his phone). "Courtesy of Les Sables-d'Olonne, France. On the coast."

"Mon cheri, I'll never tell you what he says, you should be able to ask him." taking her hand gently kissing it just above the skin, the warmth of his breath on her hand felt but not actual touch but the leather of his glove, and with a seductive bad boy smile at her "I am off to get the bad mage, which is good, because your one did awful things to a co-worker of mine - but then again I found out what he was doing - and realized your friend was too nice." with a different smile - his eyes were more like dead coals - "I can assure you he still pays for his deeds now - for one like him has much to pay for.'

She blushed a little brighter pink as he kissed her hand--ish.

"Oh, I'm far too shy to ever ask him such a thing. And he's far to shy to ever bring up that conversation." Then her smile changed, into one of sadness for a moment -- then her mouth was a grim line as she nodded. "I had no idea what would happen to your co-worker until after it was done. I don't hold with torture, no matter how justifiable the reason." That was very much true and she shook her head. "You go get your mage. Don't hesitate to call me if you find yourself in trouble -- just be mindful that it may take me up to half an hour to get there. It's France, I can only teleport so far at any given time." Then she smirked slightly. "And if you can, I wouldn't mind you kicking that mage in the face with a golf shoe -- for what he did to my friend and for what he did to me."

He raised an eye brow, then frowned as he realized what the mage did, again his eyes went dead "He will pay mon cheri; that I assure you." with a bad boy smile at her again. "He will wish he never touched either of you."

She smiled at Matieu, even smirking a little. The bad boy look he gave her brought out her slightly-flirtatious side -- she just didn't realize she was doing it. She shook her head with that same smile.

"No need to go overboard. Just a kick in the face would suffice. While I might be okay with whatever you might do, Oriella -- that is my friend -- would not. She holds no ill will toward that mage, even though he tore half of her face off and several fingers and toes. I'm not quite as forgiving as she is. With that said, I'll never stand in the way of you doing your duty and I wouldn't let her stand in your way, either. Just, if you ever meet her, don't mention it to her. She's a whore -- literally, I mean, that's her job or at least used to be, I'm not being insulting -- but she's really incredibly innocent to the true horrors that humans do to one another. And my offer to help you stands -- any time you need anything, I'm just a phone call away. You care for Erik and he cares for you and that's enough for me."

"Ah Mon Cheri he smiles again, that's payment enough for me." with a nod to her, "Now I've got to go pay a man a visit." cracking his knuckles and bowing to her.

Though she didn't wear a skirt, she still gave him a perfect curtsy.

"Don't get dead, Handsome."

She waited for him to leave before she turned back to her work.

"Death is only the beginning isn't it Miss." with a quirky smirk at her, then he left and was gone.

She smirked a little, then waved goodbye. Then she turned back around, setting to work but keeping the live feed of the mage up to keep an eye on him until Matieu got there.

There was honestly barely very little time, when the Nephandi started to look around and seemed to be seeing something that wasn't on the camera. Then it was a flash as if they were defending themself but then sort of like a scene from Harry Potter - there were "ghosts" - more solid but they were surrounding and attacking him.

The shadows were darker in the room, till she would finally see Matiue in the corner, plus a young lady and another male. The young lady looked more like a tattoo model then what one would think of as a "mage" but as the ghost she could assume were Matieu's - the girls smirked - and it looked like - silver lines were suddenly pulling from his back - and the other male moved in. He had a look of pure brutality and hate; he was undoing his zipper.

It was utterly fascinating to watch Matieu work. And in all honesty, she would have continued to watch, her curiosity would get the better of her. But that look....the sheer brutality and hate she could easily read was enough to make her pause. And as the male reach ed for his zipper, she turned the live feed completely off. She didn't want to see or watch.

She received a text about an hour later "Done."

An hour? Holy shit. She didn't want to think what could have possibly taken an hour to do to the Nephandi.

"Excellent. If you need me to find anyone else for you, let me know."

thank you

"Most welcome. Enjoy your evening."