Avvercus

Illisandra truly hadn't changed in appearance. A waterfall of ink flowing down her shoulders, perfectly straight, silky hair framing a noble's beautiful, mocha colored face. Those predatory eyes, sharp, yellow, hungry, and so very unempathetic. She could barely be considered to be wearing anything. A light, nearly see-through black sundress, bare feet peeking out from under her desk, no jewelry or piercings, and a smug, arrogant expression were all she adorned herself with. "I've not the time to waste blessing this place with my superior tastes, my dear runesmith. It may mire in mediocrity, like all things that are beneath me. Now, sit," she replied with an amused smile. Most would have had venom spit at them over such a comment. What made Priscilla special? Upon issuing the command to side, Illisandra lazily gestured at the front of her desk, causing several shadows in the room to come spiraling together, forming into a shadowy chair that lacked details, but had an arching silhouette that suggested it might be expensive were it the real thing "We've much to discuss. You look... like the real world tried to swallow you up, and nearly succeeded. Disappointing, I should have expected you would have a successful business running by now. Tell me what has happened since I left you with a small fortune... and... satisfied as a woman," she flashed her teeth at the last bit, licking her lips, clearly thinking about it. She crossed her legs, and something on her side of the desk grunted. Was... there someone under there? Come to think of it, what was she sitting on? There was no back of a chair for her to lounge in, would Illisandra actually be sitting on a stool of some sort in here?

They say time is money. What then, if one has an unlimited amount of one of them. Does the other increase proportionately? Can the rich become immortal, and the immortal rich? Illisandra didn't have to ponder the question. Both had always been hers to claim. Tick tick tick The clock made its rounds, but the Nobelwoman paid it no mind. She'd not admit it, but she was a Nobel in her eyes only, as far as the modern Era was concerned. A long forgotten house, a long forgotten kingdom. Even now, her castle had only recently been rebuilt. She was yet a farcry from the splendor of a dead and buried age. She sat in her office, a rented space for her to work in here at the guild, perched with supple legs crossed and wine glass in hand, various documents dominating her attention. So much red tape and bureaucracy. Laws and loopholes to organize and exploit. The standard battlefield of a business woman. Despite the tedium of it all, the golden eyed vampire smiled. It was a subtle thing, the slight curl of satin lips and half-hooded, mocha colored eyelids. Smug and self-assured, the perfect expression of one with blind arrogance and fragile pride. Suddenly, the door to the office opened. A little birdy flapped in, a dark raven whose passage left behind inky stains in the air that quickly disappeared. It whispered in her ear, and that smug smile widened. Ah, an investment made long ago might finally be paying its dividends. "Bring her." a clear command in a confident, husky voice. The familiar did not wait for more instruction. Priscilla did not wait long. The minute hand moved, and the familiar appeared before her, hovering on familiar shadow magic. "My Mistress, the Majestic Illisandra Ravenstone, requests your presence. You will follow, yes?" the tiny raven squeaked in a cute voice, one it seemed to struggle to evoke.