Post by Agrippa on May 19, 2021 19:15:23 GMT -8
Agrippa leaned on a light post near the entrance to the club, blending into the nightlife that passed them by like a chameleon of pink peppermint. They hadn't planned to stop here. For weeks this place had taunted them with the possibility of redemption and damnation in equal measure, but each time they saw the building open they had managed to steel themselves and walk by. Procrastination was a powerful thing, especially when fueled by fears of failure. But this time was different- this time they had seen her.
Or at least they were pretty sure. It was hard to make out anything better than silhouettes at this time of night. They had been walking by the backside of the building when they had spotted a familiar shape on the far side of the wooden balcony, resting on the railings and apparently carousing with a mass of individuals that blended into each other in the dim light. There was a part of them that wanted to say that they had recognized her voice too, but that was a dubious claim over the din of the crowds and music and cars. Either way, the sighting as ambiguous as it was had been enough to push their guilty conscience to the forefront and steer their legs to a stop right by the front doors. They had put it off for far too long. It was time to speak to Eurydice.
Agrippa combed fingers through their hair, barely making a dent in the platinum mass of curls. The last time they had spoken to her directly, they had been on a mission from Chugunkin- It was a mistake that had cost them the chance at a good first impression, and they suffered the accusation of being shallow and politically motivated because of it. That would have been a disaster enough, but then the incident with Fawkes and Sweeny was really what pushed this whole debacle over the edge. They shuddered to think what a horrific twisted portrait Fawkes might have painted of them to his motley mate by now. The right thing to do was likely to apologize to Fawkes and Sweeny directly, but what was right wasn't always what was smart, and Agrippa wasn't angling to have their face smashed into a desk if their attempt at sincere apology went awry. Speaking to Eurydice had the chance of mending two problems with one conversation, and with their court connection, there was even the chance that the whole process could feel like a completely natural conversation, with nary an agenda in sight. Its what Agrippa would try for, at least. That's why they needed to approach her here, where she hopefully wasn't of the mind to be conducting business.
In theory it was simple. They would slip into the club, grab a drink as an aesthetic alibi, and waltz around 'till their lovely mark was in sight. Then they would ghost their way up and strike a conversation with someone near her circle until they found the chance to infiltrate their way into a conversation with her directly. If they could manage that, it was simply a matter of letting natural conversation humanize them. Be vulnerable to a point, maybe let some of their own life problems slip out and see how she reacts. Maybe explain what had happened with Fawkes and Sweeny, if she seemed receptive to their side of the story. If everything went perfectly, they would leave the night with a repaired reputation, a soul more knowing of their troubles, and maybe a good acquaintance or three richer. If not...
Agrippa shook their head, chastising themselves for even thinking of the possibility of failure. This was people. They were good at people. They needed to believe they had a fighting chance if they were going to see themselves through those doors, and there was no time like the present. They took a breath, pushed themselves off of the pole, and started towards the entrance.
They got this.
Or at least they were pretty sure. It was hard to make out anything better than silhouettes at this time of night. They had been walking by the backside of the building when they had spotted a familiar shape on the far side of the wooden balcony, resting on the railings and apparently carousing with a mass of individuals that blended into each other in the dim light. There was a part of them that wanted to say that they had recognized her voice too, but that was a dubious claim over the din of the crowds and music and cars. Either way, the sighting as ambiguous as it was had been enough to push their guilty conscience to the forefront and steer their legs to a stop right by the front doors. They had put it off for far too long. It was time to speak to Eurydice.
Agrippa combed fingers through their hair, barely making a dent in the platinum mass of curls. The last time they had spoken to her directly, they had been on a mission from Chugunkin- It was a mistake that had cost them the chance at a good first impression, and they suffered the accusation of being shallow and politically motivated because of it. That would have been a disaster enough, but then the incident with Fawkes and Sweeny was really what pushed this whole debacle over the edge. They shuddered to think what a horrific twisted portrait Fawkes might have painted of them to his motley mate by now. The right thing to do was likely to apologize to Fawkes and Sweeny directly, but what was right wasn't always what was smart, and Agrippa wasn't angling to have their face smashed into a desk if their attempt at sincere apology went awry. Speaking to Eurydice had the chance of mending two problems with one conversation, and with their court connection, there was even the chance that the whole process could feel like a completely natural conversation, with nary an agenda in sight. Its what Agrippa would try for, at least. That's why they needed to approach her here, where she hopefully wasn't of the mind to be conducting business.
In theory it was simple. They would slip into the club, grab a drink as an aesthetic alibi, and waltz around 'till their lovely mark was in sight. Then they would ghost their way up and strike a conversation with someone near her circle until they found the chance to infiltrate their way into a conversation with her directly. If they could manage that, it was simply a matter of letting natural conversation humanize them. Be vulnerable to a point, maybe let some of their own life problems slip out and see how she reacts. Maybe explain what had happened with Fawkes and Sweeny, if she seemed receptive to their side of the story. If everything went perfectly, they would leave the night with a repaired reputation, a soul more knowing of their troubles, and maybe a good acquaintance or three richer. If not...
Agrippa shook their head, chastising themselves for even thinking of the possibility of failure. This was people. They were good at people. They needed to believe they had a fighting chance if they were going to see themselves through those doors, and there was no time like the present. They took a breath, pushed themselves off of the pole, and started towards the entrance.
They got this.