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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Aug 8, 2017 13:55:33 GMT -5
plot: muse a is a scrappy revolutionist, fighting to free America from the British tyranny. muse b is the daughter(?) of a British officer, well-educated and high class. The two are sent to use each other for information, hiding their true intent with smiles and fake charm. Their hearts might just get in the way of their mission, though, as their nations threaten to crumble around them. Anything could happen; all is fair in love and war, after all.
characters: muse a: Seth Meyers - 26 years - fc: Derek Jaeschke
Fun-loving and bold, Seth is never one to turn down action and adventure. He can be somewhat judgmental at times, and he has the tendency to be reckless. Stubborn and easily blinded by anger, he often charges ahead into missions without thinking. He is intelligent, but lets his heart lead him more than his head and is not always the most cautious.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 8, 2017 15:00:15 GMT -5
Hey, I'll write up a quick form asap)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 8, 2017 15:13:47 GMT -5
muse b: Marianne Lloyd -- 25 years old - fc: Thinking like a slightly younger AnnaLynne McCord but brunette
Marianne is a much more logical and calm young woman, having been brought up around battle strategy. She is intelligent and values family duty above all else. She can be narrow-minded and well, to be honest, she can be a little too serious. She'll do anything, though, for those she loves
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Aug 8, 2017 20:18:48 GMT -5
looks great! I'll get up a starter in a moment. I'm thinking a ball would be a good setting for them to meet.
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Aug 9, 2017 15:59:13 GMT -5
I'm so sorry for the wait! I'm writing a starter right now.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 9, 2017 16:00:43 GMT -5
(Okay it's no problem x I'm going to bed soon but I'll stay awake to see your starter and then write something in the morning x Don't worry about the wait)
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Aug 9, 2017 16:40:52 GMT -5
Seth Meyers
"And so I enter the den of lions." >☀<
The night was young, and spirits were high. Guests were just arriving at the magnificent ball hosted by none other than the fabulously wealthy Philip Schuyler. Gentle chatter mingled in the air with the snorting of horses as they pulled up besides the sprawling Schuyler mansion. Women stepped out of their carriages, and as they did so a crisp, cool night brisk breeze darted this way and that, ruffling their large, fanciful petticoats and stirring the neatly pressed coats of the gentlemen holding the doors and escorting them into the building.
A few of the less well-off guests, which were few and far between — after all, this was not a place for the common rabble — walked alongside the road leading up to the grand house. Seth Meyers just so happened to fall into this category. He was alone, a bachelor, which was not uncommon for a young man like him. Balls like this were seen as a perfect, socially acceptable place to meet an eligible match.
He was not rich by any standards; his secondhand coat, slightly faded along the edges, and his off-white shirt showed his financial status, though he had made sure to carefully press every wrinkle out of his clothing to appear as presentable as possible. He was not here because of his money, as so many of the others were. Instead, he had been casually invited due to his known involvement with the American rebels. Despite his young age, there were whispered rumors that Seth could turn out to be one of the masterminds of the revolution. Whip smart, clever, and generally charming, he was well-liked despite having no political background.
And so he walked slowly up to the impressive Schuyler residence, straightening his well-worn maroon overcoat and striding in, shooting a dazzling smile at all of the ladies he passed. Quite a few giggled back, which resulted in a few disgruntled glares from the men with them. He nodded at the doormen as he crossed the threshold, his black boots, somewhat scuffed despite a generous amount of time spent shining them, clicking against the immaculately polished floor. The sound of string instruments led him in the direction of the ballroom from the foyer, which was neat and airy, with a high ceiling and beautiful paintings adorning the walls.
The ballroom was not far off, and he entered. A man stood by the door, waiting to announce him. The hook-nosed blonde leaned in. “Name and station or family name?” he asked rather impatiently when Seth said nothing. Seth was a bit taken aback. He had never been to so formal a ball as this, where people were announced as they entered the room. He hesitated for a moment, but when the man gave him a hard look, he spoke quickly.
“Seth Meyers,” he said, then paused, unsure what else to say. At last he opened his mouth again. “Revolutionist.” He was given an odd look, but the man announced it anyways. Seth knew it was a bold move, putting out his political association so openly, but he didn’t care. He had never been one to lie unless necessary, and he didn’t care what the British-loving idiots in the room thought.
The ballroom was magnificent, with a domed ceiling and fine floors that appeared to be marble. Already a few men and women swayed in the center to the ensemble’s lively song, though it was still quite early for a formal dance. A chandelier dripping with crystals lit the room, helped along by lanterns in sconces on the wall. The room was huge, and murmured conversations echoed quite easily.
Seth shook his head at a glass of wine offered to him by an impeccably groomed manservant. He wanted to stay sharp; this ball could be dangerous, with allies or enemies lurking around every corner, disguising their true intent with courteous laughs and offers to dance. He didn’t trust anyone here, not really, unless you counted a few fellow revolutionists he had known for quite some time. That, he supposed, was why he was here: to scope out his foes. He knew anyone who was anybody would be here, be they in bed with the king or completely on board with the idea of freeing themselves from the tyranny of the British government. Philip Schuyler was not dumb enough to invite only one group; he was smart, and wanted to keep himself on at least neutral terms with everyone. He was rich and in a high social circle, yes, but that meant he had a lot to lose.
Where is Mr. Schuyler, anyways? Seth wondered to himself. He saw his beautiful daughters, scattered about the room, flirting and entertaining as they had been taught. Angelica especially was magnetic; her attractive laugh with just the right touch of coy femininity floated across the floor to reach him. Eliza was quieter, and so she attracted a different sort of crowd. Peggy’s voice was loud and bold, and she was obviously quite opinionated. Though not as many people circled her as Angelica, she still had a considerable entourage. But their father was nowhere to be seen. He turned to look for others that he knew, for a starting place for more information, and took a few steps without looking where he was going. He was so lost in thought that he did not catch himself before bumping rather forcefully into the lady in front of him.
Surprised, he immediately stopped and offered his apologies. “Excuse me,” he said somewhat distractedly, his hands flying to her waist to steady her through instinct. He smiled charmingly, his blue eyes settling on the woman before him. He was not flustered; talking to women had never been much of a struggle for him. Seth knew very well he wasn’t bad looking, and so he bobbed his head, hoping to offset any hostility. “Please forgive me. My name is Seth. May I ask what yours is?” He slowly removed his hands from her waist, realizing that maybe she would feel violated by such a touch, and bowed politely, as he knew he should. He had already botched the meeting considerably, but he figured it couldn’t hurt.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 10, 2017 2:44:20 GMT -5
"Go the Philip Schuyler's ball," Marianne Lloyd's father had said, "there will be revolutionists there."
This was General Lloyd's way of saying that he wanted his daughter to go to the ball, find some revolutionists, and get some information about them. Information that might help his father stop the revolution. He always said that he wanted to stop the 'little uprising', though Marianne would never dream of underestimating the revolution in such a way. Marianne knew the facts, and what she knew was that the revolution might not be fighting as openly as the British were, but they were most definitely not small. It was gathering support every day, and Marianne was growing less and less sure that her father knew what he was dealing with. He couldn't let iness get in the way of the truth, which was that the revolution was getting very strong.
General Lloyd's logical and intelligent daughter was a great tool to the army. She wasn't actually in the army and so her work was harder to trace. But she was a most useful adviser (having grown up around a military father, she had a great mind for battle strategy) and she could go and get information that an army general simply couldn't get. After all, not many people would expect the young woman standing in front of you to be the person feeding any grain of information you give to the British army. Not until it was too late, anyway.
Marianne wanted to actually have an army rank so she could be more useful than just snooping around, but her gender was a major barrier to such a thing. She could never be allowed to actually join the British army, and so Marianne was stuck giving great tactical advice and watching others take the credit for it. Oh well, there was no use being upset about it. She just had to get on with what she was here to do.
Marianne's father wanted her to help the British army, and so that was what Marianne would do. She cared about her father more than anything else.
After all, she supposed it was quite nice to see her advice paying off, even if she couldn't take any credit for it. She'd rather her advice be taken and passed off as someone else's idea than for there to be no advice at all. She couldn't bear to see anything happen to her father, and to keep him safe Marianne had to keep the whole army safe. No pressure.
She had been helping the British army by getting information like this ever since she had come to America. She had wanted to be closer to the action and so had come to her father's posting alongside him, in the hope that she could be useful and perhaps get to see history in the making.
So the young woman had stuffed herself into a corset and an emerald green dress, and had made her way to the ball. She just intended to enjoy herself and if any opportunities for getting information arose, Marianne would be sure to take them.
So she arrived and was announced. She scanned the ballroom for any useful people to start talking to. It wasn't long before she had set to schmoozing with the Schuyler sisters, wanting to make sure she could secure an invitation to their father's next ball - being nice to his daughters was the way to go. It didn't hurt to make a few friends among the rich, who would have to choose a side of the war at some point. Besides, the Schuylers were three very charismatic girls, though Eliza was perhaps less obviously so, being a bit quieter than either Angelica or Peggy, who were already taking the dance floor by storm.
Marianne had just finished a conversation with these girls and was crossing the room when she heard the announcer announce some young man as a revolutionist. Interesting. Many revolutionists wouldn't want to be so open about it, because they would be afraid that they would be putting themselves in unnecessary danger by doing so. Which meant that this Seth Meyers was either very brave or very stupid. When it came to getting information, Marianne could work with either of those things. She made a mental note to try to talk to this Seth Meyers later. It wouldn't look very strange if she spoke with him, either, because they were about the same age and Seth did appear rather popular with the ladies. He was the perfect opportunity.
But as luck would have it, two minutes later Marianne was knocked off balance as a man bumped into her. A pair of hands supported the dark-haired woman's waist, and Marianne's green eyes met the blue eyes of none other than Seth Meyers. What a fortunate twist of fate for Marianne.
When he bowed, Marianne dipped into a slight curtsy, taking the opportunity to smooth some of the creases from her dress, creases which she had gained from her encounter with Seth.
"You are quite forgiven, sir," Marianne replied with a smile "My name is Marianne Lloyd, it's a pleasure to meet you. Though perhaps the circumstances might have been better."
Now, Marianne did still have a British accent, and she knew people would be able to spot a fake instantly. Her strategy for getting around this was to let people think they could easily get information out of her. They'd be trying to get information out of the young British girl, and Marianne would be simultaneously getting information from them without them even knowing. It was a strategy that hadn't really failed her so far, so Marianne intended to stick with it. If it isn't broke, after all, then don't fix it.
She was hoping this conversation would flow easily and she would be able to gain information from this young man. If he announced himself as a revolutionist he was clearly passionate about his cause, something Marianne could perhaps exploit for information. She just had to try and gauge this young man and work out the best way to approach him. Hopefully her charming introduction might have already begun to help her along the way to getting the information she would need.
Besides, Marianne had been listening to the talk of the revolutionists for quite some time, and Seth's name had come up in conversation a few times. It would appear he was a promising young man for the revolution, so if Marianne could get close enough with him, she might be able to continue getting information from him as he rose through the ranks of the revolution. Though she figured that Seth was perhaps too intelligent to let Marianne extract information from him for that long.
No, she would have to be very careful if she wanted to get anywhere with this one.
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Aug 10, 2017 14:41:18 GMT -5
Seth Meyers
"It's a pleasure to meet you." >☆<
Seth sized up the girl standing in front of him, his light blue eyes locking onto hers. Immediately, he was struck by something about her. She was beautiful and dressed far better than he in that emerald green dress, yes, but most of the women here were. He had just come from talking to a large group of rather air-headed, but strikingly attractive, ladies who had practically fawned over him and who had thrown themselves at Angelica’s feet to win her favor. He’d played along a little, but had left soon after, tiring of their foolish games.
Seth didn’t particularly like those types of girls, and to his amusement, Angelica had scorned them as well, rolling her eyes and turning to talk politics with the men, like that newcomer Alexander Hamilton. Seth liked him so far; he’d exchanged a few words, and from what he could tell, Hamilton shared many of his beliefs. Angelica, the two other Schuyler sisters, and a few of the others, seemed to have their wits about them, but the vast majority of the rest did not. He supposed it was just a product of the times, with men being in charge and leaving women to marriage and family, but it didn’t mean he liked it. Seth preferred people who could stimulate his mind, not docile, brainless creatures who were mere eye candy. Marianne did not seem like just eye candy to him.
No, the thing that interested him was her expression, her eyes most specifically. There was an interesting intelligence living there, and right away he had the strange feeling that he’d met his match. His match at what, exactly, he was not sure, though. He had the feeling that her wit could match his just fine.
The blonde young man bobbed his head pleasantly as she spoke, and kept a smile on his face, noting her accent. The surname ‘Lloyd’ interested him. Could it be possible that she was the daughter of General Lloyd, staunch loyalist and one of the biggest obstacles to the American Revolution? General Lloyd had lots of influence, and so far he’d managed to foil many of Seth’s plans, to his utmost frustration. Here, standing in front of him, could be the daughter of one of his greatest foes. Judging by her age, she seemed about the right age to be the man’s child. Yes, and he had heard her mentioned a few times before, mostly for her beauty but a few times for her intriguing comments. This was definitely who he thought she was.
“Ah, well it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Marianne. I regret our less-than tactful way of meeting ” He leaned down to kiss her fingers, as was socially acceptable, but let his lips linger there a little longer than necessary. Some girls swooned when he used that trick, and he wanted to see how she’d react. “Would your father happen to be General Lloyd? He is quite the influential figure around here,” he commented, already knowing the answer to the question. He wondered how much she could read into him.
He knew that he had quite obviously announced himself as a revolutionist coming into the ball; it had been a risk, but he’d been absolutely willing to take it. Now, perhaps, it would be a disadvantage. If she was observant at all — and judging by the ways her eyes flicked over him and around the room, she was — she would know by know where his loyalties lay. She would likely be cautious around him, unwilling to give him information. He considered leaving to find another target to get information from. On the other hand, though, this was an opportunity that could lead to a treasure trove of facts. A daughter of one of the most respected supports of the King could be bursting at the seams with secrets.
Seth decided right then and there that he was going to make it his mission to crack her. He suspected it would be a challenge, but he was up for it. Besides, it would be fun. He’d always been a bit of a flirt, but the ones that played hard-to-get were the most enjoyable. Besides, they were right on the brink of a breakthrough. Political instability was churning right beneath the surface, and there were already rumors of declaring freedom from King George. However, he knew the British wouldn’t give up without a dogged fight, and so they needed every scrap of intel about what the enemies were planning before they went ahead.
Just then, the head musician halted playing and stepped away from his instrument. He called for quiet and then informed everyone that the that the first official dance, a waltz, would be taking place in a moment. Perfect, Seth thought. It would give him an excuse to talk further to Marianne.
He bowed once more and offered her his elbow. “Would do me the honor of this first dance?” he asked formally, but made sure to keep his tone teasing so she knew he wasn’t being too serious. He wasn’t sure how to approach her yet, as he didn’t know her well, but talking during the dance would be a good way to figure out her thought processes. “I will warn you, I’m not a fabulous dancer. I do try my best, though, and I promise that my conversation will not bore you. Though I do understand if you’d rather dance with someone else. After all, a man of my class could not hope to snare the attention of a lady like you.”
He knew he was hopelessly outmatched in the money department; she was obviously very well-off, while he struggled financially. Being a revolutionist was not exactly the most profitable of jobs, to his dismay. He made enough to pay his bills, but not enough to buy new formal wear, and he was suddenly keenly aware of his second-hand clothing and scuffed boots. Seth shrugged it off, annoyed with himself.
Why are you suddenly worried about that? he scolded himself. Just focus. Besides, it’s your mind that matters. That was generally his motto. Despite his unimpressive background, he was determined to go places with nothing more than his words and his mind, which had knew was top-notch.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 10, 2017 15:26:14 GMT -5
This young Seth gentleman had a look about him that gave Marianne a strange feeling like a weight in the pit of her stomach. Not an unpleasant feeling. It felt that she had perhaps met a man so similar to her they were like two sides of the same coin. He was intelligent, she could see by the way he held himself and by the perceptive look in his eyes. So Marianne would have a challenge with this gentleman. So be it. Marianne was about ready for a challenge. A bit of flirting and getting information was like shooting fish in a barrel. She would actually have to use some tact with Mr Meyers.
She didn't dare linger on his clothes because she would feel rude, but she was acutely aware that they were worn and most likely second-hand. Ah, so Seth Meyers was not very well off. No matter, many of the best revolutionists were. Alexander Hamilton, for one. A newcomer but a bright spark. The same kind of spark Marianne could swear was present in the young man before here.
He was giving her an appraising look, perhaps seeing the same look in Marianne's eyes as Marianne saw in his. She had met her match, but she would not let herself fall into a stalemate so early in the game. Not if she could help it.
Seth was a handsome young man, which was probably why he had been hounded by air headed young ladies all night, the kind of women who were probably intelligent but chose to squander their brains in the hope of being attractive. Yet it would seem, if Marianne was judging his looks correctly, Seth was taking more of an interest in Marianne than he had taken in any of these girls.
Her suspicions were confirmed by his kissing her hand and lingering a second or so longer than was usual. He was judging her reaction, for his eyes flickered to see how she would react. Marianne obliged him with a smile. No overexaggerated swooning for her but rather just a pleasant smile. She wouldn't give anything away. Her best strategy was to be teasing and intelligent. She knew she shouldn't overreact like the airheads he was avoiding, who giggled too much at every joke and swooned at every smile. Seth didn't respond to that. Marianne would show appreciation but not take it too far. She had to play hard to get without isolating him completely. She did sense, however, the slightest flutter in her chest as he kissed her hand.
It seemed that Seth sensed what was going on, and they were just going through the motions, each of them waiting for the other to slip up. That was alright. Marianne could play that game all night if she had to.
He had asked if she was the daughter of General Lloyd. Perceptive. He'd cottoned on very quickly. It took most people at least a minute to ask her that, whether because they hadn't realised or because they couldn't pluck up the courage to ask her.
"Well, I could not lie to you about that if I tried, could I?" Marianne smiled "My father is General Lloyd, yes. Of course, I imagine a revolutionist like yourself has his opinions on my father, but that is to be expected. That was quite a brave move back there, having yourself announced as a revolutionist. That has gotten people killed before, Mr Meyers."
She had tried to phrase it in a non-aggressive way and more as light banter or teasing, and hopefully it had worked, since she didn't have any aggressive intentions. If she did this right, after all, Seth would leave thinking he had enjoyed a pleasant night of flirting without even the slightest realisation that Marianne had gained all kinds of information from him.
Of course, she had given away that she knew he was a revolutionist. But this was intentional. She was showing that she was observant and intelligent, and she was showing that she already had information about him, too. Besides, he had already laid his cards on the table by showing that he knew she was the General's daughter. Marianne was simply laying her own cards now. This was okay. It was early in the game and she had expected to reveal this information anyway. It was inconsequential, apart from it possibly putting Seth on his guard. She would see how he responded to this.
She was pulled from her thoughts when the first proper dance of the night was announced. She had known what Seth's next move would be as soon as she heard this announcement. And surely enough, moments later he was bowing and offering his elbow. Marianne responded by curtsying and taking the extended elbow. She would meet his wordless challenge.
He clearly wanted the dance as an opportunity to size her up, work out how she ticked. Try to get her to spill a few British secrets. That was okay. Marianne would rise to the challenge. She'd be charming and she would do the very same thing. They were both playing the same game, the only question was which of the two was going to win. Which of them would play the game best?
"Well how fortunate it is, Mr Meyers, that you have found a woman who does not care about class. And an equally terrible dancer. I would be honoured to share this dance with you," Marianne replied in the same teasing tone. Two could play at this game.
So as the music begun they started to dance, Marianne allowing Seth to lead as was the custom. This was the perfect opportunity for talk. Flirting and teasing would be extra effective when they were dancing so close to one another. She would have to be careful. She'd already felt that strange fluttering, something she was sure wasn't intentional and definitely thought was Seth's fault. She couldn't let him win at this.
Marianne wasn't lying about not being a great dancer. She didn't really care for it and she had never developed any great interest in learning to dance. It was less noticeable for females, anyway, since they only had to let the gentleman lead them. But she also wasn't lying about not caring about class. She didn't care how it looked for a woman of her class to be dancing with someone of Seth's class.
She didn't care. Marianne, after all, was twenty-five and unmarried, something which already was unusual. Not socially unacceptable, certainly, but definitely not common. But then again she often scared men off because she wasn't one of the airheaded women that the men seemed to favour. It seemed that a woman thinking for herself was a frightening thing.
She tried to get her mind back onto the dance and the conversation. No time to think about all of this, she had to have her head in the game, no time for thinking about things she didn't need to.
(Sorry if it's short, it's getting late and I'm on my iPad rather than a computer, hope it's okay)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 10, 2017 15:29:40 GMT -5
(Also, loving the little references you keep making h
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 10, 2017 15:33:15 GMT -5
(Oh and another thing, sorry for any misspellings and stuff. I type way too fast most of the time so I make a lot of typos)
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Aug 10, 2017 15:59:04 GMT -5
(No problem. I'm impressed; it's hard for me to type responses on anything other than my computer. And the references are actually super fun, haha. I'll work on a reply.)
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Aug 10, 2017 16:36:40 GMT -5
(I have to head off to soccer, but i'll finish my response later.)
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Aug 11, 2017 15:07:59 GMT -5
Just wanted to let you know that I will be headed to NYC this weekend. I may be able to get up one reply or something, but I expect my activity will be less. I'm so sorry for the late notice.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 11, 2017 15:15:13 GMT -5
(It's okay Crescent, I'm in a cottage on holiday right now with very little internet so I might struggle in terms of replies too)
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Aug 13, 2017 20:53:20 GMT -5
(Okay, I'm back so I'll try to get up something tomorrow. I had the most amazing time - I actually saw Hamilton on Broadway! It was really amazing and gave me lots of muse for this, haha.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 14, 2017 4:18:01 GMT -5
(Omg I'm so jealous I would love to see Hamilton but tickets are so expensive and they're all sold out anyway)
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Aug 14, 2017 16:05:30 GMT -5
Seth Meyers
"Perhaps honesty is the best policy." >☆<
As Marianne started to speak, she could tell immediately that she was completely aware of what was going on between them. He let his lips quirk up into an amused smile at this. She could play just as well as he could at this information game, and while most would likely give up, Seth decided that he wasn’t going to throw away his shot.
If he managed to win her over or she let even something small slip, it could be a big win for the revolutionaries. He would just have to be very careful about what he said; after all, he didn’t want to reveal their plans to her just so she could run back to her father and ruin everything. Currently, they needed an upper hand over the British loyalists, but he knew that their situation could worsen in a split second if they made a wrong move. Despite his age, he was already a very important member of the uprising, and he knew a lot of things that he would never want General Lloyd to get an inkling of.
He returned her smile as she confirmed her parentage, flashing his teeth at her and hoping they were a bright white. He had taken to scouring them in order to preserve their color. After all, his looks never hurt. He found they were often of use in situations like this one. Even the most level-headed of ladies could be won over if played right, at least some of the time. It came as no surprise to him that when she juxtaposed his political affiliation with her father's. It only made sense; he’d revealed early on that he knew who her father was. She returned the favor by coming right back with his background. It could only be expected, as he’d announced it to the entire room just a few minutes earlier.
He was alright with that. Now they both knew where the other stood. It was a good starting point, and already he was getting a feel for how he’d have to play this game to win. “Ah, just as I thought. Brave? I don’t know about that. I was simply telling it how it is. You know, politics often lack just that: truth. I just think honesty is the best policy. You flatter me too much by calling me brave,” he bantered back, keeping his voice light. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, that he was making a point on truthfulness when both of them were trying to hide their actual intentions.
Seth continued onwards, making sure to tread carefully as they circled the issue of her father being one of his biggest rivals when it came to the possible uprising of the colonies. “And yes, I do have my opinions on your father, but even if I do not always agree with him, I do respect him. After all, he has made quite a name for himself.” This was not a lie — General Lloyd was quite lauded and had a very intimidating reputation. “From what I can see, you take after him.” He slid the compliment in seamlessly, so as not to make it too awkward.
The young man watched her carefully as she turned towards him and accepted his extended elbow. “Well, that’s quite rare. You don’t often find many women who look past the superficial. Or men, for that matter,” he commented softly, folding his left hand into his and placing his right on her hip, as was typical. He was complimenting her not just because he wanted to flatter her, though that was definitely a factor, but also partly because it was true. Yes, it was true that he had plenty of experience flirting with women of the higher class, but usually they wouldn’t dream of being seen in public with him so obviously. They chatted with him, but were usually aware that their parents would disapprove of a serious connection with him, so kept their association casual.
Marianne was… different, and though he knew in this scenario she was his rival, he couldn’t help but admire that she was so open. The other girls seemed so shallow compared to her; she was serious about her intentions and clearly did not care much about the superficial. It was refreshing, honestly, though he hated to admit it. He sighed inwardly, and then realized sheepishly that he had been staring at her without a word. Get your mind back on track, Seth, he lectured himself. You need to stay aware of everything.
He hopped backwards awkwardly, narrowly avoiding stepping on her foot. Seth chuckled. "As you can see, I wasn't lying about not being the best dancer. Please forgive me; I'm mostly self-taught and it's not exactly my priority," he said with an easy laugh.
Collecting his thoughts once more, he tilted his head a little and tried to think of what to say. He knew tensions were rising and that the fighting had already begun between the colonies and the redcoats. However, they were trying to maintain a semblance of politeness, and for now at least, he would have to tiptoe around the subject just as everyone else was. He personally thought it was stupid on Philip Schuyler's part to keep his ball open to both revolutionaries and loyalists, but he wasn’t going to voice that. It would be reckless on his part, considering he had little social power.
He mused. Marianne was likely trying to get information from him, so the only way to get anything out of her would be to bait her. Seth supposed being open about the whole mess would open up a way for him to find something out. It could go the other way, though, so he’d have to tread carefully. “So, I’ve heard that Washington and the colonies are severely outnumbered. There’s been a lot of turmoil recently. I’m worried that this may tear us apart if not handled correctly,” he said suddenly, and he was telling the truth. He was actually quite concerned, and honestly he felt like he was getting something off his chest in saying this. “Since we’re so young and haven’t really gotten ourselves established much.”
Seth wondered if he’d said too much, but decided he hadn’t. After all, it wasn’t like he’d given anything away. They were outnumbered on the fighting front, and everyone knew America was the underdog in this situation. He wondered how she’d react to such loaded comments hanging over her.
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Aug 14, 2017 16:06:38 GMT -5
(I got the tickets through care-tix, a charity of sorts. It was sooo amazing. The choreography was crazy good. but yeah, my mom got them for me as a birthday present and I felt super lucky to be there.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 15, 2017 5:32:08 GMT -5
Wow that's amazing! Glad you had a good time x I'm afraid it will be a long wait for a reply as I'm on an iPad and won't have access to a computer for about ten days XD)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 26, 2017 9:08:43 GMT -5
response coming asap]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 27, 2017 12:15:41 GMT -5
(Sorry for the length, on mobile)
Marianne had noticed the compliments and the dazzling white smiles. Seth Meyers was still flirting with her. It was okay, she would keep her cool. She had to get him to crack.
In response to Seth's compliment about her taking after her father, Marianne smiled.
"Thank you. I ought to be taking after him. Half of his ideas were actually mine," she responded before adding "He's still a military genius, of course, but he has passed quite a few of my ideas off as his over the years. As have a lot of the British generals. In fact, I remember my father coming to me for help about a couple of plans of yours, Mr Meyers. You're quite the military mind; it often takes both myself and my father to think of responses to your plans."
Here she was, laying more of her cards on the table. She was a little bit nervous; it had always been so easy for her to wrangle information out of people before. She wasn't used to this. But she tried to relax, convincing herself that she still knew what she was doing and that she had everything under control. She was just a little bit out of her depth.
The young woman wasn't sure of the man's angle here, she couldn't tell how he was approaching the situation. But as they danced she noticed him looking at her perhaps for a little longer than considered usual. This told her that her flirting was at least having some effect. Good. She had to draw him in deeper, make him give secrets without even realising what he was doing. Perhaps she would try to get some wine into him later to help the process along?
"I suppose you are right, you do not find many non-superficial people," Marianne mused "but I think you'll find that I'm quite different than the other women you'll see in this room. I suspect you are the same, too. You don't strike me as the superficial type."
He didn't; if he was, he probably would have been talking to those airheaded girls scattered around the room. Many of them still came from wealthy families and were very beautiful, with the added bonus of being unable (or unwilling) to think for themselves.
She brushed off Seth's apology as he nearly stepped on her foot, maintaining that she was exactly the same. The shoes she was wearing didn't help with the dancing, and neither did her corset. She was much more inhibited than usual, as she hated wearing corsets and dainty shoes. It wasn't her at all, but her father had insisted she dress properly for this event. She had to make the right first impression, after all.
At the loaded comments Seth shot at her, the young woman took a moment to think of the correct response. These were very difficult statements to answer and she didn't want to say anything that might ruin her chances at getting information from Seth. No, she had to play this right.
"Oh, well, the right leader can pull an army out of any predicament," Marianne responded "whether they are outnumbered or not. I'm sure with the future leadership of yourself and the likes of Alexander Hamilton, the revolutionary forces will do just fine. It all depends on the leaders. Besides, every army has its weaknesses. You, sir, will have already picked up on some of the weaknesses of the British army, have you not?"
She was pulling him in with the promise of more information, tempting him to keep trying his luck with her. She had no intention of letting anything slip, but if she could ensure that Seth was too distracted trying to get information from her, she might have a chance at getting him to slip up and give something away. A little tidbit to help the British forces press their advantage. She wanted her father to win this war and this was a good way of making sure he did so.
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Post by ☾ Cʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ ☽ on Sept 22, 2017 12:06:08 GMT -5
(Hey, I haven't been on here in forever and i just wanted to tell you that I'm so, so sorry for leaving you hanging. Honestly, I forgot about this! Life has been super crazy for me lately, and so until things calm down I think I'll have to continue to place this on hold. Please forgive me!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 29, 2017 1:09:27 GMT -5
It’s honestly fine x I get it x Just let me know when you’re ready to start up again.)
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