#regina-inflicted

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Garnet Falk for the General?

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

James just clears his throat and nods. Is that a light blush at his cheeks or is it just a trick of the light? "...you're looking quite ravishing again today, Ms. Falk. Your tastes are always so impeccable."

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The invitation comes in an off white envelope, burgundy wax seal bearing Garnet's sigil. Paper within is of a luxurious weight and silken to the touch. The message invites the young General to a Falk-sponsored charity gala, with the addendum that he is permitted to bring a single guest. Formal attire is required and donations to the cause are highly encouraged. Dinner to precede the event for a select number of participants--himself included.

James had expected the invitation as the season began to turn.  His family had always received one, after all; the Falks were close friends to the Ironwoods and had been for quite a long time.  But this would be his first time receiving one on his own.  After all, how could the newly-inherited Garnet resist inviting the newly-promoted General?  He’d only been at the head of the Atlesian military for nearly a year, but it was still, perhaps, the most prestigious rank in Atlas, and he was young and unmarried to boot.

So, when it finally came, he hadn’t even needed to read it, really.  He did, though, just to get the details of the event, including its timing.  He made the donation–a rather generous one, he thought–and responded as quickly as decorum allowed.

Then at last, the night came.  James arrived at the Falk family manor, driven by a private but otherwise alone.  He was dressed in his full dress uniform, clean-shaven, with his decorations glinting on his chest.  Before that night, he’d made sure to have his uniform pressed and his medals polished, so they gleamed as he was escorted inside by the Falk servants–all faunus, it seemed.  Inside, he awaited his host as instructed, hands behind his back in parade rest–looking very bit the General he’d become.

[siennakhcn]

4.  ❝ I prefer a nice merlot. ❞

Opinion sentence starters

Sienna’s hatred for the woman before her was almost overpowering.  For years, the rumors circulating about her had only grown, but it seemed the worst was true.  Blake’s disappearance after being assigned to infiltrate Garnet’s estate was all the proof she needed of that.  Sienna didn’t know what really happened to her, but after a year gone, she could only assume the worst.

But Sienna had every intention of getting her back.

That was partly why she’d arranged for this meeting, here in the Mistrali underground.  They were meeting in the Spider’s Web, where Lil’ Miss Malachite reigned–hugely expensive, but neutral ground, where no one would intervene unless it endangered Lil’ Miss’ business.  The agreement had been no guards, no weapons–just Garnet Falk and Sienna Khan.

“A water for me,” Sienna told the girl who’d been assigned to them.  Not so much a waitress as someone to keep an eye on them, the girl–who bore the spider and web tattoo on the side of her neck–nodded acknowledgement and went to fetch the wine and water.  Once she was gone, Sienna’s yellow eyes turned back to Garnet. “I appreciate your willingness to come.  I’ll admit, I was pleasantly surprised.”

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“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?” || from Micah

Watching her mate with their Mistress's prized horses was always a treat for Blake; one she took full advantage of, as she was doing now. She could see him in his element, and during those times, he shone as bright as the sun. He was as kind and gentle with the animals as he was with her, and she was always glad to see how well he worked with them. When they were playful with him, Blake couldn't help but laugh, as she did now... and that, it seemed, had caught his attention, since he came to join her where she sat on the fence.

She couldn't help but blush at his words, sheepish despite the fact that she already carried his kitten as the slight curve in her midriff now implied. She smiled up at him and gave him a gentle nuzzle. "And you, my mate, are the most handsome and talented tomcat I've ever met. I'm so lucky to have you, Micah."

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👿 Something you and your muse strongly disagree on?

Does Sun count? Lmao. But naw, uh, I don't think there's a whole lot we'd strongly disagree on. Key word being "strongly," though--I'm sure she wouldn't be able to agree on some things.

Well, unless we count the Tamed verse but ANYWAY

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Tamed

@regina-inflicted || Closed Starter

The Falk estate was nothing short of a nightmare.

Blake had known of the many rumors surrounding Garnet Falk. The weapons mogul kept only faunus employees at her Atlesian estate, but her comments and opinions on them seemed to be not so favorable. A financial report recently "acquired" by the White Fang stated that their wages weren't liveable at all--and she demanded back all of it in ridiculous, nitpicky fees. It was a legal loophole that allowed her to basically keep the employees without wages--and yet, when anyone managed to interview any of them, they would only sing her praises. None of them seemed miserable.

It was entirely too suspicious. That was why the White Fang wanted eyes on the inside. Observations from the outside showed faunus that were otherwise visually attractive working outside--and of all of their stealthiest, Blake was best suited. So she was chosen to apply for an open position in the Falk estate, and given the tiniest recording device she'd ever seen--a new, experimental technology taken from a recent raid on an SDC facility. It wouldn't transmit until it was hooked into a computer, she was told, but it would record everything she saw.

And what she saw, once she was successfully hired, put her completely on edge.

Everyone wore a collar--even she did. Some of those collars had bells. No one looked her in the eyes. Most had a tattoo displaying the Falk crest, including a mouse faunus girl about Blake's age who was almost always found by Garnet's side--even kneeling beside her chair.

They acted like true slaves, and that horrified Blake. What made it worse was some of the things she'd overheard while performing her cleaning duties, from behind closed doors. Deals that Blake could have sworn were over some of Garnet's employees. Cries that were most certainly sexual in nature coming from behind the doors of Garnet's office. And once... she thought she heard a cry of pain somewhere in the estate.

It was everything the White Fang wanted to learn, and more. After a few weeks of recording what she could, Blake knew she had what she needed. She would send the footage and get out as quickly as possible, and there was only one place from which she could do so.

It was well after three in the morning when Blake crept out of the slave dormitories. She was as silent as her shadows as the made her way through the halls, up to the third floor where Garnet kept her office. She'd memorized the camera placements, and when she reached them, she blinked forward with her clone, hopefully out of their sights.

Blake had keys to most rooms in the estate thanks to her position as one of the cleaners, so entering it was no trouble; she even closed the door silently behind her. Garnet was long gone, her office chair cooled by the time she reached it. She knew she had to act fast; gods only knew what protections the insidious woman had. Within minutes, the computer was booted up, the recording device plugged in, and she was putting in Adam's scroll address. All the while, she breathed shallowly, her ears swiveling to catch all sounds, prepared for danger.