Padisha's Dance (Moore, Tryll; 85 days left)

[Anastasia]

"Yes, so best foot forward," Bubbles says, "Dearies, don't be afraid to deter to Prince Westwind if you need to. He's something of a diplomatic shield, as politics mean the Padisha won't lightly cross him or his companions. It's not impossible if you offend her, but one doesn't treat genie royalty in such a way."

[Nephrite]

"If it comes up, I'll do what I can to deflect things." Moore agrees.

[Anastasia]

"Yes, I'm fine with that," Westwind says, "Not even the Padisha would so dare. Such an insult would stir the Whirlwind Throne against her. Worry not and cling to me as needed, but try not to need to. Should she choose foolishness, we may not be around to appreciate the fallout of her mistake."

[Nephrite]

"Hey, I lived through the Whirlwind Throne once already." Moore says with a smile, then a small frown. "Sorry about all that trouble, on that note. We'll get it fixed, one way or another." He turns to look at the door to where they're waiting. "For now, though... another trial to overcome."

[Yuthirin]

"We'll just have to make her feel better if she's not happy!" Calleigh is all smiles.

[Nephrite]

Moore gives Tryll a smile at that as they continue to wait.

[Anastasia]

The door opens, several marid coming out along with a face Calleigh and Tryll know. Duke Martinet strides out, surrounded by a guard of scimitar carrying marid. He is a tall, classical devil perhaps 6 feet tall. He is handsome in a way that draws the eye and keeps it on him, his body lithe and athletic. His entire body is fire red, including his barbed tail, long horns that curve up from his head and the huge wings furled at his back. He wears red and black clothes of the finest quality, fit for a mortal emperor, and covered in various diabolic symbols. The unholy symbol of Asmodeus is prominent amid them.

The Duke pauses a moment, "Ah, Aurora," he says smoothly, voice casual and condescending, "My business with the Padisha is concluded, you may pursue yours as you see fit."

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 89 on K:P if appropriate, since Moore never met him before.

[Anastasia]

You'd know all the general stuff about him the party does. Do you need an OOC refresher or do you know it already?

[Nephrite]

"Duke Martinet." Moore regards with a polite smile. "As it should come as no surprise, Aurora needs not Hell's permission to do its work. You must be very busy right now, though. The tireless work of diplomacy." He leaves the rest unspoken, because it should be entirely obvious what he's even talking about.

[Yuthirin]

Tryll checks out the guards.

Do they look like they're escorting Martinet or escorting him out?

[Anastasia]

Martinet smiles glibly as he walks by, "Yes, diplomacy always keeps you busy. Talking is where you excel, rather than command?"

Tryll and see the guards are escorting him out, yes.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh looks unbearably smug and clearly looks like she wants to say something, but manages not to.

One of Tryll's eyes follows Martinet as he is marched past the group.

[Anastasia]

Obviously we're waiting on Moore here, hopefully he's back with power soonest, but we'll see. Stupid hurricanes, hope he's okay.

[Nephrite]

"Yes, one must understand where they excel and where they falter. Why, it just simply be awful to have to clean up someone else's mess." Moore simply smiles and return his attention to the doors.