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Sanguine Waltz (Dusk’s Daily Routine )

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White satin gloves with thin metal and leather linings were pulled over her dangerous razor-like claws before the delicate white silks and satins were brought to drape about the perfection of her Duskwight form. Laces pulled tight against her pale skin to bring the corset that might tighter around her waist and neck. She found a kind of joy in putting on the master creations of someone so valuable. Otto Vann had spent a great deal of time garbing her in the highest fashions Ul’dah could offer, she looked a vision of the monetary life. Slipping from her seclusion, she greeted the warm coastal sun of Limsa Loma. It was not very often that Lady Dusk was seen during the day, however, as of late her interests required her to be more available. It had become something of a routine at this point. Making her way to the Drowning Wench in Limsa where she would obtain customer requests, of course, a smile and wink given to the bartendress before she headed down to the Hawker’s Alley where she would always meet a young Miqo’te female. They always walked to the Mealvaan’s Gate discussing things without a word spoken allowed. Lady Dusk kissed her on both cheeks before turning and leaving the girl there. Lady Dusk would then transverse in her own manner to Ul’dah, where she would spend the rest of her day. Today was no exception save for the fact that her thoughts were lingering on a dream. The early rays of morning streaked across the desert gem of Ul’dah. The streets were already quite busy with the flow of people moving from shop to shop. The music rose from the ruby exchange while dancers began their swaying and twirls. Lady Dusk held a bright dreamy smile on her face as she walked through the streets, bowing her head in silent greeting to those who greeted her. Some of the faces becoming more and more familiar as the days went on. She made her way through the Golden Court, throwing in a single gil into the fountain for good luck before she would make her way to her first stop. The Alchemists' Guild. The sound of bubbling, crackling and the clink of glass against metal greeted the pale woman garbed in white as she entered through the heavy doors. She bowed her head in greeting to the woman behind the guild’s desk before she made her way down to a chalkboard that had been reserved for her. She stood there for a great deal of time looking at the theory upon the board. Words are written in a language that would appear as gibberish to most that saw it. Her gloved hand brought to her lips as she thought for a moment then shook her head. Her index finger dragged across a line that linked one solar body to another. Turning she looked over the shoulder of a female Hyur who was working away. Chemicals bubbled and slithered through winding tubes to beckers elsewhere. The woman didn’t even look at her, as she raised three vials over her head. One red, one black and one bright blue. Dusk raised an eyebrow and then took the vials with a bow of her head. One by one, she raised the vials and examined them through the light for color and consistency. “Animal toxin with the aetherical element as discussed?” Dusk asked the woman, who promptly slammed her quill down on the table in frustration. Dusk smirked with a slight wave of her hand. “My apologies. I will see you tomorrow.” Dusk pursed her lips from letting a chuckle. With a wave of her hand, the vials seemingly disappeared and Kyt continued her morning stroll. Winding side streets brought her to the large black doors that stood as a testament to the grandeur of The Ossuary. She always smirked a little at the irony of such a place existing here. The darkness of its heart within a city that was said to be a gem. None the less she passed through the doorway, her white silhouette not exactly blending into her surroundings. A few paces within, she knelt at the great statue of Nald'thal. Her cowl brought over her colourless strands to hide her head in respect to the deity worshipped there. However, she was not there to worship. A small Lalafell garbed in dark red robes came and placed his hand upon the back of her head as if blessing her. A sleight of hand was conducted as the black vial appeared in her hand and offered it to the man in exchange for a piece of parchment no bigger than a single gil. Lady Dusk bowed her head and then stood to tower over him. “May the Darkness Embrace.” She cooed bowing once more before leaving.

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Her mind wandered again as she continued her walk toward the Platinum Mirage. People smiled as walked by, and for the most part, she gave them a bow of the head in silent greeting. Her slow and purposeful steps glided across the stones as if she was walking to an unheard melody. A smirk on her face, hidden from time to time until she stopped at the doorway to the Arena. A miqo’te male with a kind of clipboard leaned against the cold stone, his eyes shut as if utterly bored. That was until his nose flared and the familiar scent of blood and lilies filled his nose. He scrambled to stand straight and then bowed his head, his ears wilting slightly. “Good morning, my Lady Dusk.” his words purred out in an overly showmanship way, to which of course Lady Dusk sighed and then bowed her head in greeting. It would seem that she saved this man for last every day because it was a challenge in of itself. Her normal carefree attitude shifted in a blink of an eye as if all the tension built up in her neck and she became stiff. He, on the other hand, was ecstatic to see her. His tail bushed and twisted this way and that as he spoke in the same overly flattering way. “You are as radiant as ever. You shame the rays of the sun and shine as the true gem of Ul’dah. Simply a breathtaking.” He rolled his R’s and bowed with a flourish of his hand until his tail came to curve around his forearm like the handle of a cane. Lady Dusk pursed her lips and canted her head slightly to his words.”You are far too kind. Do you have what I requested?” Her tone that of feigned pleasantry while lacing with annoyance. It was not so much that the flattery offended her, it was that it was a show that she endured every morning for the last month. She had come to a sort of acceptance of his nature. He was a purveyor of talent within the arena. A flare for making almost anything seem divine. A silver tongue laced in honey fed words. “You wound me, madame!” He feigned a pout and stood tale with his chin raised to look up to her. His voice began to rise in the announcer fashion of a ring leader. “How could I deny the Lady of the Dusk what pleases her?” He twirled about and flared his jacket’s lapels as he mocked a sort of waltz about her. “I am many things my Lady, but a man without his word?” He shot her a look and then jumped onto a nearby barrel. Lady Dusk hid her head and the rolling of her eyes. “ Tragedy befalls my beating vessel that plays to the whims of this soothsayer..” He gestured with his raised palm to her as he spoke out to the city streets. Some people stopped in their steps to look at the pair while others ignored his usual boisterous display. “She denies me the sweet justice of taking my heart to her lips. I will waste away never knowing the love that would be of the fruit of the gods… “ He fell to his knees and then leapt off the barrel and bowed to her producing a rolled scroll held tightly in his tail, raised to for her to take it. “.. all because she did not put her faith in the right man.” His words became more hushed at last and he winked at her. If Lady Dusk could blush or redden in the face due to anger, she would have at that moment, however, her pale skin did well to hide it. Her nose flared at the display as she did not move, but rather allowed her eyes to follow him. Her ears flicking to the sound of his voice. Her silver hues darkened the more he continued, her nose flared, her gloved hands brought to cup one another to keep herself from lashing out at him. She had dealt with men who enjoyed spectacles, even a rather devious creature who enjoyed the game of. This man, however, took it to a whole new level. Instead of being simply offended by her question, he had decided to make a rather flamboyant example of her. When he finally came to bow before her and raised up the scroll in which she was referring, licked her lips and slowly slid it from his tail. “I will be sure to not misplace my faith in the future.” Her silken words sung from her lips as her gloved fingers traced the texture of the scroll. “Of that I am sure my Lady Dusk.” He smirked and stood tall again. “Though one would be more persuaded to render the infraction as a distant memory if the Lady would reward this lowly man with a kiss?” His head turned and he offered her his cheek while dragging his claw against his fur. He looked to her face that held not a hint of amusement. “No? Well, you can not blame me for trying. I will not admit defeat, however.” He bowed his head and held out his palm. “Yes.. I can.” She retorted and slipped the man the bright blue vile and tapped the glass. “I am sure you will see that he gets this.” She bowed her head and waved the scroll at him as she turned to leave. “And there she goes ladies and gentleman….. the starlight to my night. I will never stop trying my Lady Dusk!” He called out after her. She looked over her shoulder at him and gave a slight shake of her head. He pursed his lips and bowed in full fashion from the waist, returning his tail to rest over his arm.

So it went that her day was very much the same as the day before. Perhaps with more theatrics than she had anticipated. It was for this reason that the Mirage was always the last stop before she made her way to the Sands and her usual table. A needed respite from dealing not only with him but the many intricacies of her network that she didn’t trust anyone else. She did it in plain sight with little regard if she was being followed or not. Each gear worked independently of one another and she knew all too well that it would be beyond the intelligence of most. Taking her seat at her usual table centred in the middle of the Sands, Lady Dusk unrolled the parchment she had received. A list of names and entries, their skill sets, choice of materia and the master of their employ if there was one. She was looking for something rather specific but tilted her head at a strange array of materia listed. Her gaze narrowed for a moment and then shook her head as if to dismiss the idiocy of someone who was clearly going to die within the arena for their choice. “Limbo… dancing.. Yes.. well we won’t be wasting time or resources on you.” She smirked and then reached in her dress to pull out the red vial.. it was gone. Her eyes widened as she felt over her corset, the folds of her dress and was about to stand when a cup of tea the color of blood was placed before her. The timber of the voice that followed was familiar but not easily placed. The way he spoke held a tone that was full of a deeper knowing. One that would have unsettled most, but it did not hold malice, more a curiosity. “Lady Dusk.. I do hope you forgive me for taking the opportunity to serve you, your Sanguine Tea.” She didn’t look up right away. Instead, she looked at the fingers that held the fine filigreed cup with the utmost care. Leather gloves with the fingers cut out to allow freedom and dexterity, the hem of a dress coat that did not fit with the gloves in which he wore. Slowly she looked up and saw the emerald mismatched hues. It was clear at that moment that he was a hyur. One she didn’t know, but his voice was still all too familiar. It was also clear that he had been following her closely enough to take the vial from her. Which of course meant he knew how to get it. This alone was alarming enough for her to bow her head but not say anything. She didn’t need to say anything as he dragged a chair to sit awkwardly too close, and spoke again. “We have a great deal to discuss.. you and I.” @nigheandorcha

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