Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20151210004452/@comment-5999656-20160117060124

Fen sat in the backseat across from Cyzarine, who was now wearing the same outfit that she had been during the mall incident. Fen's collapsed halberd was clipped to her belt loop for lack of a better place to put it. It swung back and forth and was beyond conspicuous,but she didn't really have anywhere else to place it.

The ride was smooth so far, and the limo itself was quite classy. Even so, Fen tried to focus inward to steel herself for whatever this upcoming meeting would entail. The day had passed unusually enough, and her safe lifestyle felt far away when surrounded by such extravagance. All the girl wanted to do at this point was go back to her friends.

In addition, Fen had made a continuous, genuine attempt to gain Cyzarine's friendship, and lowered herself far beyond what she normally had to try and get the girl to open up. It was embarrassing, therefore, when her efforts had yielded absolutely nothing.

''I'm so fricking done with this. ''

So she sat in silence with her legs crossed in front of her.

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At the hotel, the Daybreak Syndicate men were setting things up for the meeting. In typical fashion, they were going for minimalist arrangements to avoid drawing attention. The ballroom was ont the second floor, reachable by a curved staircase, with plush armchairs arranged around the hallway. Two of Zanipher's men would serve as suited bodyguards to prevent unwanted visitors from stumbling in, and were currently standing just inside the doorway to the ballroom. The other five employees were dressed in casual wear and were seated outside the room to keep an eye out.

The ballroom, being high-class, was soundproof except for the door, and they had placed a music player by the entrance to mask any sounds that might escape during the discussion. Daybreak herself was seated within in business attire on a long sofa with a low rectangular glass table before her and another identical couch beyond that. It was a very simple setting, designed to draw as little attention as possible.

"Hey boss, what kinda music do you like?" one of the bodyguards teased as he toggled with the stations.

"Some orchestral soundtracks would be nice, but if the songs have lyrics in them it'll mask our conversation better". Zan shrugged. The intense moment hadn't yet begun, so she was quite relaxed.

"Therefore," she paused dramatically, "turn the radio to the MOST POPULAR POP STATION!! :O"

"It has been done, madam."

"Thanks."