Bromance – The Embassy of Hell : PD

Madame Green was making herself known at the Embassy, feeling it in her mind to pass on some very interesting gossip.  Valmont and Nicholas may well have to investigate.

 

Tsu:  Nicholas had watched him talk, listening. Yes, hopefully whoever took next would do better. It was something he hoped, maybe someone who will have different ideals but, Nicholas wouldn’t wish. A small chuckle escaped his lips from his comment about the tie, indeed he did.

” Indeed you did, I’m very proud of you.” He said a bit teasingly and shook his head.

It was rather interesting about his relationship with him, you could say it was a unique one at it. Granted, he didn’t know about Nicholas secret, even though they were honest about things. It was something he would never tell, unless he found the right time to say it and not be afraid of the outcome. A small smile came to his face hearing about the paper work, as he walked over now.

” You’re right, it can wait. It’s time to each for, I’m starved to-“ He was cut off by hearing a woman’s voice saying ” Valmont, dear!”

Nicholas looked over and realized who it was, he thought no one was coming by. But, of course it was Madame Green, always unpredictable at times. He had looked between the two and knew of them, Nicholas knew almost any relationship between Valmont and people he knew but, some he didn’t or wished not too.

” Pleasure to you too, Ms.Green.” He said with his polite manner tone and gazed her over.

Hearing about the delay in the kitchen he was rather nervous, what was going to happen? Hearing the counting and the loud crash, he’d sigh a bit and wonder what happened. Apparently lunch will be delayed then, for a couple of minutes at least. A hand went up to rub his temple a bit, it sliding through his hair after and then landing back by his side.

” You’re looking good yourself, Ms. You’re most welcome to join us for lunch, once the kitchen is finished of course..” Nicholas said and then looked back over to Valmont.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Embassy of Hell 

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It was good to have such playful banter between the two men. They were close, but not in each other’s pockets. Nicholas often appeared to others to be preoccupied with diligence and good time management. All well and good in the Embassy but sometimes you needed to be a little informal. Nicholas knew when to make light of the Ambassador – picking his moments so carefully. His tease about how he was proud of the fact that Valmont had made the effort to put on a tie this day brought about a happy slap to Nicholas’s back. The hand may have lingered a little, but it was nothing over affectionate.

Kind of like…

Bromance.

As the two were heading to the dining hall, both claiming to be starved, they would be interrupted by the sound of a woman’s voice. One very determined and powerful voice. Her shrill greeting was heard practically across half the embassy. it got not only Valmont’s attention, but also that of Nicholas.

“Valmont, dear!” The voice was unmistakable. Only one woman sounded like her. Madame Green. The only woman in Hell that had managed to stay alive after a few rounds beneath the sheets with the ever intriguing Incubus. “Well, well, Madame Green. You finally decided to pop in and see me. Shame how you never return my calls.” She was well known for being Illusive. Amazing how one so petite, could have such influence and power. The joys of being an oracle. Nicholas was quick to return her greeting, but it now felt like a “three’s company” kind of situation. All back to niceties and formality. Naturally, Valmont being the gentleman that he was, reached for her hand and kissed the back of it tenderly and with affection. His eyes locked on hers for a second, knowing full well that this was not a social call at all. As per usual, it was business. Business….always came first with her.

The stiffness was broken by the sounds of breaking crockery and smashing of glass. Dramas in the kitchen, right as she arrives. Sort of a coincidence, if you asked Valmont. He quirked a brow, not at all sure of what was really going on.

Nicholas invited the vixen to stay for a meal, once the kitchen was in order again, and Valmont added to that invitation.

“I do try to impress, Madame. It’s one of my less sinister charms.”

The Ambassador then gestured for them all to go to the dining room and wait to finally be served. Valmont would usher Madame Green into a seat, and then do the same for Nicholas.

“Madame, I know you are not here for the food. Care to share the reason for your visit?”

 

~RB~

 

Artie:  “Oh, if you insist. But I’ll skip out on eating, you know I’m only here for gossip.” Madame grinned, winking a bit playfully as she was ushered into a seat, resuming the same seating position as before – one leg crossed over the other, though now both of her arms were crossed over her chest. “Listen, Val – yes, I will have tea, thank you.” Madame had turned to the upcoming waiter before speaking to Valmont once more, answering him before he could even ask the question. If she couldn’t see into the future, one might have seen this as imposing and rude, but frankly she felt that she was just saving the poor boy some breath.

“There’s a birth in our midst!” At his eyes gazing at her, she would scoff and roll her eyes. “No, not me!Raul! Yes, the ever-so-friendly warlock. What a character, innit he?” Madame would smile, her eyes adopting a mischievous glint. “With the thief! Ah.. but.. shhh… don’t tell anyone.” Madame smirked, leaning forwards to have both of her forearms against the table, as though she was telling a secret – her index finger would press against her lips, only a laugh slipping through.. This pose would last only for a few moments before she appeared to be quite serious..

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“They’re going to have a boy..! But I have a feeling their child might surpass the powers of Raul. No – I know this. Valmont. The child might be more powerful than I.” Madame suddenly looked somber at this. “The child’s name will be Grimm. I don’t know how much more of a warning I can give on this.” Her brows raised. “The child will be the savior of Hell or the ruin of it.. That much I know.” Would the violet eyes be the child’s.. or amber? Better yet.. which side was what..? With a light huff, Madame sat back. She looked up at the sky, appearing to wait for something.. but what? What could it be that she saw before they did.. Oh, it was always so curious.. “And, of course, I am still going to remain infant free..” A scoff. Valmont knew of her entire situation – it had been discussed before, in the odd chance he may have been theone… But it never happened. Fortunately, she supposed. Though the power that would come from the child would also allow a translation into the father.. So much power.. It was kind of disappointing. Who did the gods assign?

 

Tsu:  Feeling the slap to the back, Nicholas couldn’t help but laugh to himself. It was rather funny, he simply shook his head a bit, as they made there way to the dining hall. Being ushered to sit, he’d take a seat and cross one leg over the other, under the table. Call it one of the feminine traits he has to deal with. Nicholas didn’t have much to input to the conversation, it was mainly between them. Being as he is, he got up and went over to the other table and made the tea and drinks. He would give Valmont the usual, as his usual too. Bringing the plate with a tea cup on it and the tea, setting it down in front of Ms.Green. He was of course one for doing these things so, it was in his job.

Shifting over he handed Valmont his own and retook his seat with his own drink. Listening to the conversation he wondered what was going to happen. Maybe it’d be an interesting turn of events for hell. Someone more powerful? A thought came to his mind but, he disregard it. Nicholas wasn’t one for going into others personal fair, he only knew what he needed and who was known around here. After the time had passed, the doors open and Carlos comes out with a couple of maids. The food would of been served to Valmont and Nicholas, other items being set out on the table as fruit plates and other stuff, encase she had changed her mind. A small sigh escaped his lips as he waited for a moment and took a sip of his drink.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

Valmont should have known. Gossip. That was Madame Green’s whole reason for the unannounced entrance. The Ambassador gave Nicholas a look that would have saidwomen. Sure, he enjoyed them, but he hated it when they got like this. Barely able to keep such juicy gossip under wraps. Oh no, they have to go from place to place like little bees, leaving a calling card with the latest fad or torrid affair. You had to wonder how such gossip would affect the standing of the Princes overall, but Madame Greed must have thought that this intel was of such significance that it needed to be known. Putting on his more passive expression, he listened to what Madame Green had to say, though her recital had a very theatrical edge to it. Think of an opera singer on a stage, in all her finery – belting out a number to woo the audience – or whip them into a frenzy of joyous hysteria.

Madame Green turned down the offer of food, but opted instead for a simple of cup of tea. Why was this starting to feel like a knitting circle? Valmont sat opposite his counterpart; Nicholas – every now and again exchanging looks of why me?”.

“There’s a birth in our midst!”

~Really? That’s what you came for?”~ Valmont thought. He could have read that in the paper, but as she went on, the significance of this event would become more apparent. Though for a moment, his wayward looks granted him the off the cuff remark “No, not me! Valmont blurted a chuckled. “No offence, but you are not the motherly type. I can see you drowning any infant you had at birth, since you are not exactly the kind that would want one to supersede them.”
Valmont knew he was right on that count. But back to the conversation. According to Madame Green, the happy couple that were expecting was none other than Raul and the infamous play toy Bandit. “Hasn’t that man learnt what a condom is?”The ambassador thought that the last thing that Raul wanted was a baby. He knew all about Raul, a vile and cruel man that had been known to have an odd fixation on the human Bandit. But still, why was Madame Green telling them this on one hand, and then swearing them to secrecy on the other. There was something not quite right about this.

“They’re going to have a boy..! But I have a feeling their child might surpass the powers of Raul. No – I know this. Valmont. The child might be more powerful than I.”

There it was. The truth to the reason for her visit. A child. A boy whose power eclipsed his parents, and even the likes of Madame Green herself. The very idea that a child could be the embodiment of such power in a place like the realms of Hell meant that not only was the unborn child and its mother in danger, but it could destroy the balance of all.

“Nicholas, take note of this. The child’s name, everything.”

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As their lunch plates were being set before them now, Valmont was in deep thought about what this situation meant to them all. “The child will be the savior of Hell or the ruin of it..” The ambassador picked up a fork and toyed with it. Staring down at his plate as those words went around and around in his head. If the Mother was still carrying the child, there was time. Time to plan, time to plot. But…as for Raul, he was something of a wild card. Would he kill his own child if the boy was to rival his power, or even eclipse it. There was one thing to worry about the Princes going to war again, but this was a greater threat than any war. It was like the coming of the anti christ….all over again.

“Well, his name matches the situation. Grim.” Valmont shot another look at Nicholas. “After lunch, prepare a coach. We are going on a little trip.” To where though?

~RB~

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