A Business Proposition (FVR, Marga, Koroseta)

Ronsenberg carries Marga and leads Koroseta through the entrance to his mansion. They end up in a room of the mansion that while well decorated and furnished was much smaller than most of the rest. It was almost like a typical living room however the only real furniture in it were a large chair and a couch across from it. Ronsenberg then sat Marga down on the couch to one side of it and gestured for Koroseta to sit down next to her. He then walks over and sits in the large chair.

Koroseta follows Ronsenberg through the mansion and into the room with the couch and chair. She watches as he sets Marga on the couch and then she sits next to her as Ronsenberg had motioned for her to. She didn't really trust the man but still it would be a good thing to have an in with someone with as much power and influence as Ronsenberg had. She feels very uncomfortable in this room with Marga and Von Ronsenberg.

Marga was still sleeping soundly in fact she was snoring she was so sound asleep. She muttered some words in her sleep, in a way this was the best marga could be filled in later. Her dream was of her eating a fruit, every bite she took blood pours out of the fruit. The fruit was beating like a heart. Taking no notices to her dream marga kept eating the heat beat fruit, blood would cover her mouth and chin. Drippings would drip down her front, this girl is a little twisted.

Marga would wake up a few mins after having been placed on the couch. She felt well rested and raring to go but then she felt a little lighter too. She begins to fondle her own boobs, but that was what was lighter. Standing up she felt her whole body was lighter, if she had to guess about around 10 pounds was gone. She was squeezing every inch of her self trying to feel where she lost the weight from. “i feel light for some reason...” she noticed she felt like running for miles, and felt more energetic.

She was quite confused by this.

Mister Von Ronsenberg smirks as Marga fondles herself. "Is something wrong? Regardless, now that you're awake I have a business proposition for you two ladies. You have to be able to keep a secret really well but you will be rewarded quite handsomely I assure you."

He looks between Marga and Koroseta to see how they react. He is still trying to figure out the backstory as to why he found them as he had. They had already appeared as though they had seen battle, but surely they hadn't fought the Talos or they would likely be dead.

Already having not trusted Ronsenberg all that much she didn't like the way he was wording things. "Not to be offensive or whatever but I don't think I like where this is going. Good luck with the Alicorn thing there Marga." she says before getting up.

Before she leaves she turns to Ronsenberg. "If I hear that you did anything to take advantage of her ain't all the money in the world gonna be enough to save your scrawny ass from the hurt I'll give you."

After saying this she leaves relatively briskly.

marga heard the words come from von's lips, she would need to keep a secret. but what secret would that be she already had her own few secrets. but being offered a job by this man was some thing she might take up. she would respond but was cut off by her friends words, she didn't trust von and no one should fully but marga was a basket case as it is. hearing that koroseta stood up for marga she had some respect for her now, actually allot of respect. once her dark haired friend was gone she started to stair at von, her once cute and innocent eyes had a glint in them that's was a killers glint. her eyes narrowed at him as she would reply these few words. "what kind of jobs are we talking about?"

Mr. Von Ronsenberg just smirks at Koroseta deciding it is probably best that she left. After she leaves he looks at Marga and watches her reaction. He quickly picks up on the change in her eyes. "Let me do one thing. I promise you it is not inappropriate."

Ronsenberg gets up and walks over to Marga. "I'm going to lightly touch your forehead for a second. It will be short and I'll explain afterwards."

He then lightly places his palm on her forehead and closes his eyes for a moment.

well trust wasn't her best suit but now s a better time to start learning. she closed her eyes and felt vons hand on her forehead, but for some reason she didn't like his hand there. maybe it was a quirk because of the nightmare that's where the horn would be. but who knows she wasn't so in depth with her animal side. then again she just woke up from getting it so mood swings might be soon. she twitched a little under his palm and he thoughts wondered maybe he was checking to see if she had a cold.

Von pulls his hand back from Marga's forehead. "Very good. You see, now that I know that I can trust you I'll indulge you in some facts that very few people know. The first being that I am of the Arcane element. What I just did there was check your morality. I must say, I liked what I felt."

"Anyways, on to more pressing matters. You see, as with most dignitaries I have some... secrets. I have need for someone to help me with hushed assassinations, potentially extortion, torture and other things of the like. You see, I also have an in with the local jail so I could see to it that charges were dropped and witnesses.... well, forgot what they saw."

"I have quite the amount of support I could give you if you were willing to accept some tasks. You'll find this very unlike the maid tasks, not stupid demeaning chores but tasks of great importance. Are you interested?"

first off she she rubbed her forhead an then looked shocked, he was able to read her morality? this was a little unsettling. but some questions came to her mind. "well if your so powerful why dont you do thise your self?" she was only asking not saying she wouldnt turn down this offer most like her wouldnt but this means she wanted some things. "i am not turning down that offer but i need some things cleared up." like did this offer include bed and food and place to sleep.

Since she didn't outright say the what's in it for me part Ronsenberg doesn't respond to it. "Why don't I do it myself? I figured that would be an easy one. I have several things to attend to. I don't have the time for these tasks and more importantly I can't risk being seen committing them. Even if I can silence people those damned Peacekeepers would eventually stick their noses in my business. You however, you are virtually an unknown."

"Better yet though, what did your friend mean when she said, 'good luck with the Alicorn thing?", Ronsenberg wanted to make sure that his hunch is correct as he had noticed her general confusion when she had awoke.

she thought about telling him, maybe he might pay more. what one can do with gold, it is endless. "before you met up i made the contract, i killed a alicorn in cold blood and took on its soul." this meant she was a wild mage under the radar. "but how ever the state i took was much different from the actual creature. now time for my demands. i want a bed a room and meals when ever i want. and lets see what you have me do." she had no idea she was a nightmare for that wasn't some thing she knew even was real. she thought it was just rumors. but if von saw it he would most likely know.

Ronsenberg raises an eyebrow at what she says about the Alicorn. "One second." he says as he gets up. He goes to the door of the room and opens it. He claps his hands twice and a butler walks up to him. "Would you please go and fetch my book of legendary equine quadripeds?" he asks. "Make sure to knock when you are back with it." The butler nods and walks off.

Ronsenberg goes back over to Marga. "What a smart little minx you are. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I believe I know what you turned into but I want you to look at a reference of it. Regardless, as long as you are willing to take work for me I am more than glad to accomadate you here."

"As far as what kind of work. I'd like to start you off with something... easy. Probably a 4000 gold reward. It's more of an intimidation thing really. You see, there's this old man that witnessed something that might look bad for me. He's supposed to right up what he saw and turn it into the Humus guards. What I would like you to do is to convince him that turning those papers in would be very bad for his health, if you know what I am implying. I'd prefer him not be murdered as that would add to suspicion. Are you interested?"

marga liked the idea of staying here but she added n her own little flare, she thought it might peek his interest. "i will also act as a maid while i stay just so people dont batt to much of an eye. i may a lightelf, but i am also half darkelf." she smirked most people would call the dark elfs more cunning then light elfs. that said she went over to the couch. leaning on it she looked back. the intimidation might be easy for now. it would only be a little old man. "i can do this but you sure you don't want him dead? i could give him a heart attack." she snickers thing this old man might be on deaths door as it is.

Ronsenberg was currently being serious or he would have had a comment about her being a maid. "That indeed seems to be a good plan for cover. As far as scaring him to death. I wouldn't object to that, so long as it isn't an obvious murder. If the death looks natural than it would work. It's your choice on how to handle it."

"You could probably find him begging for money somewhere in the merchant's district. The man's a cheat though. He has more than enough money. He takes out a piece of blank paper and touches it with the tip of the staff that he almost always carries with him. Suddenly an image of an old man appears on it as if it were a picture." That's him.

marga looked to the picture and then at her outfit. "you got some thing i could wear to be less out Standish. this outfit is from ventus so i need some thing to hide who i am. no need letting the world know where i am from." with that the took one of her chakrams it was small and she twirled it on her finiger looking at it she frowned. "i need to make better ones... so mr. von once i have a new change of cloths. i will begin." she waited for him to respond.

"Right, good point. Well, let's go off to the wardrode room." He says as he gets up and walks over to the door, opening it and holding it open for Marga. The butler comes back with the book now and Ronsenberg takes it from him and dismisses him.

"Just a heads up now, the wardrobe room has some rather inappropriate attire in it. I must say that I enjoy my nightly roleplay escapades. When we get there I'll show you a few options and then you can choose."

((I'll have 5 options there))

marga watched vons buttler come back with the book and than leaves. hearing about the cloths in his closet she could care less. compared to what she was wearing around now it actually might be better. "who care if it more erotic hell i might be able to con people out of things.. elf's we have a knack for stealing hearts." she flicked her hair and started off to the wardrobe. she was defiantly dark in her heart. thinking of ways to con people.

Ronsenberg takes her into the wardrobe room.  This room is actually the female wardrobe room.  There are tons of inappropriate clothing and you have to make an effort to find non-perverted clothing.  Ronsenberg has a few things in mind though and he comes to the first one.

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I call this one BDSM Ninja.  Not sure that you'd want it, but it would accomplish keeping your identity hidden.  He then walks up to the next one.

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The Wanderer.  Not much benefit to it other than hiding your identity.  He walks to the next one.

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The Nameless Mercenary.  Better defense than some, but restricts leg movement.  I'm also pretty sure it shows enough of your face for a keen guard to recognize you.  He goes to the next.

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The mis-match ninja.  Kind of a random assortment of gear, again I'm not sure if it would really mask your identity well.  He then leads her to the last one.

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The Faceless Assassin.  A pretty well rounded outfit that hides your identity pretty well.  So, you have your pick of the five.

marga looked at all of them intently. non of them where really fitting for going under cover, except the wander outfit. she took that one off the rack. "i feel safer with this one. i am use to wearing a cloak over skin tight armor. plus most of those seem to have stains on them." she looked at some of the more undignified armor for her female frame. giving a slight shiver at the thoughts that went with each armor.


(i took the The Wanderer. armor)

A good choice that is... More practical. says Ronsenberg as he watches her choose the wanderer armor. He then opens the book that the butler had gotten him. He turns the book to where there is a picture of a Nightmare and some information on them. He shows it to Marga and hands it to her. Is that what you turned into rather than an Alicorn? It's quite the handy transformation if it is indeed what your transformation is.

she took the book and nodded her head. "yeah thats it, but the maine and tail even on the hooves where a thick black fire. but it didnt look only like a horse it had the wings and horn still." she motioned and gestured with one free hand. handing the book back to him she thre the robes on and felt rather wierd the robes where much larger then her and she felt like a nun of the 3 brothers. "man this think is so baggy.." she removed some of her chakrams to her hands and held them out and did a childish glee chuckle. "now give me that mans name again.. and tonight i will have some fun." she couldn't wait to do some thing bad.

His name is Philip McCarthy. says Ronsenberg. He is delighted that Marga seems so excited to go out and do the tasks. Well, if you would like I can assign you a personal butler who will lead you to your quarters for now. If you need help with anything he could no doubt tell you what you need to know. says Marga as he figures Marga might want to rest before she goes out on the job that he had given her. If she did well there would be more work for her.

marga thought about it for a while. "i will stake the man out for a while i had enough rest for today." marga looked at the door and started to go for it. "i will try to settle this tonight." she stated looking back having a creepy grin on her face. she was a blood thirsty little girl. she thought about it and smiled. "have a small anvil in my room with a grind small grind stone. i might need it." she said as she tried to find her way out of this huge house.