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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Jan 6, 2018 20:06:05 GMT -5
Location: Unknown, Stardate: Unknown -- Three days after Tolar Demor's abduction to the Mirror Universe
Tolar glanced around, flanked on each side by armed guards, being escorted through many a twist and turn. The halls of the Mirror Project Salvation complex were very ornate and neatly kept, befitting a state building. Figures. If Tiberius' counterpart were to be believed, this version of Elizabeth Rendino had her sights set on becoming Empress some day. It's only appropriate that she made her living space into a palace. The corridor he trekked through was long, isolated. The wall panels had changed as well, from spartan and utilitarian to luxurious and... feminine. At the end was an elaborate stained glass door with the Project Salvation emblem proudly etched into it. If it weren't representative of something horrifying, he'd almost think it was impressive. Clearly, this was a room of great importance.
Two possibilities shot into his mind -- a command center of sorts, or... the Administrator's quarters. The more he thought about it, the more plausible the latter scenario was. Whatever this room was, it was far removed from the other chambers to make assassination attempts more cumbersome, down a long corridor designed to build tension as you draw closer, and the stained glass door was a very personal touch. Yep, these were the chambers of Elizabeth Rendino, alright.
He looked down at his outfit. Lilac sweater, white collared undershirt, khaki pants, and boating shoes. His idea of casual dress may have been more formal than most, but he wasn't exactly dressed to impress. Hopefully, this wouldn't be the Terran equivalent of a state dinner. Oh, well, he thought. Still better than a prison uniform. The fact that he was unrestrained and given proper clothing struck him as odd, given his being a Cardassian in the midst of quite possibly the most anti-Cardassian group of beings to ever live, but things could be going much worse.
The guards grabbed his arms and brought him to a halt in front of the door. One leaned over to the door panel, tapping the chime.
Let's just hope it's not about to get that much worse...
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Post by The Administrator on Jan 7, 2018 18:39:08 GMT -5
The doors with a soft hiss to them and he was unceremoniously shoved through the threshold. Neither of the pair entered with him, remaining outside beyond the ornate doors which now shut behind him. Before him was a lavish sitting room decorated with an unusual yet almost warm blending of greco roman architecture and a period of film noir. The open space of the room was vast, almost dwarfing the dark polished stone of the floor. strong majestic pillars of polish marble reached up from the floor to the ceiling stood as silent sentinels, as if they were golems awaiting to be summoned. Along the walls, spaced evenly and tastefully in order where ancient relics and fantastic pieces of art. Each again tasteful yet subtle enough to be humbled by the spacious room.
A single elaborate crafted and elegantly carved polished wood table sat before him on the other side of the room. It was surrounded by chairs, birthed of the same style of crafting. The table at its middle held a single silver tray and a lovely glass bottle with a crystal flute beside of it.
The entire back wall appeared to be an open balcony, the sheer transparent aluminium glass was polished to a degree it was virtually invisible. Beyond it one could see the rolling hills of an exquisite yet somehow familiar mountainscape enshrouded by growing shadows from a setting sun. Its orange dying glow sweeping through the room, bathing it in its soft amber rays, allowing for gentle shadows to fill the lonely recesses of the room.
"Tolar, Please...come in." A soft voice tempted, delicately echoing within the room around him.
"Make yourself comfortable. I assure you that you will find the Kanar to be a rare treat."
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Jan 7, 2018 19:46:37 GMT -5
"I can't say I've ever cared for kanar, but father always said that I should accept gifts graciously." He stepped forward and looked at the setting on the table, glancing around for any sign of the Administrator. Pulling the chair out, he carefully seats himself. "I must say, you've been a surprisingly hospitable host, but I can't help but wonder why I'm being treated this well." He looks down at the tray, the cover reflective enough to see his own face staring back.
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Post by Bottle of Kanar on Jan 8, 2018 18:08:41 GMT -5
The beautiful glass bottle, with intricate fluting and impressive presentation, sparkled just a little bit under the lights. The intended effect of the producer, of course. It was meant to bring forth images of precious diamond; a resource previously important to humanity, yet still retains its association with wealth and glamour despite the ability for Terrans to produce as much as they want through replication technology. The sheer beauty of the bottle beckoned to Tolar, as if it were calling out... drink me, drink me...
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Post by The Administrator on Jan 8, 2018 19:18:15 GMT -5
As he glanced around Tolar would find no trace of her with the expanse of the large room. However seating himself and looked down to take in his own reflection from the almost mirror like surface of the tray, her face appeared beside his own.
"Do not worry then, that bottle is not Kanar." She said with a almost whimsical purr to her voice as she leaned around his chair from behind. "I actually never said that it was, only that you would find my Kanar to be a rare treat."
She then stepped back and walked around to appear before him, her slender figure stil in her version of a Project uniform. Her obsidian belly cropped top and miniskirt hugged her lovely form, her heels clicking across the polished marble floor with a slow graceful confidence. An unusual trait in a universe that seemed to award outright arrogance as one battled for control. This woman seemed to exude nothing shy of casual confidence. She paused mid table length and turned her gaze to meet his own as she addressed the comments he made.
"As to my hospitality?" She smiled sweetly and softly shrugged a single shoulder. "Why should I not be gracious?"
"We are not all barbaric on this side of the mirrored veil Tolar."
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Jan 8, 2018 19:53:07 GMT -5
"Ah, I never said barbaric, Ms. Rendino. It's no secret that the Terran Empire doesn't get along with the Cardassians of this universe, though if they're anything like the True Way and other insurgent groups, I can't say I blame you." Tolar shrugged, completely unfazed by her appearance. "Frankly, it all makes your Commander Asada's obsession with me all the more enigmatic. I don't suppose that's what you're going to ask me about?"
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Post by The Administrator on Jan 8, 2018 21:19:22 GMT -5
The Administrator smiled softly. "Please no need to be so formal Tolar, call me Elizabeth."
"As for Cancer, well..." She shook her head once. "I hardly find his interest in you so mysterious dear."
"I imagine it is, for someone like him along the lines of a child who had broken his dearest toy coming across the newest version of it at the store." She chuckled. "Complete with all new accessories"
"Ask you about?" She smirked mildly amused at him. "Is that why you believe you are here?"
"That this is an interrogation?"
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Jan 9, 2018 1:50:00 GMT -5
"Well, yes, I can't imagine why else you would invite me to your chambers." He says nonchalantly. "I believe Mr. Asada's situation is more analagous to a broken, emotionally stunted child clinging to whatever semblance of affection he thinks he's perceiving." He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Sadly, I can actually relate to that." Looking back up to the Administrator, he arches a brow. "So, Elizabeth, why am I being held here exactly?"
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Post by The Administrator on Jan 9, 2018 5:44:57 GMT -5
She looks about the room at his words about her chambers and then back to listen to him as he goes on about her operative. She bites her bottoms lip some as he finishes and rubs the bridge of his nose. Her look could almost be described as sympathetic as he admits his own connection to the point he just made about Asada.
She smiles a odd little smile at his reflection on her name. "Well let's be honest here darling...."
"You are here because of the aforementioned broken, emotionally stunted child somehow misunderstood me when I said I wanted Cardassia..." She sighed a long suffering sigh. "And well he must've heard wrong and brought me just a Cardassian..."
"While he is most certainly paying a very dear price right now for his problem with comprehension..." She clicked her tongue. "One can not deny he did return with /a/ gift..if not /the/ gift I send him out after."
She turns and smiles at Tolar a little cooly. "But mother always said that I should accept gifts graciously."
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Jan 9, 2018 11:40:48 GMT -5
"I still don't see what value I have to you, outside of a training dummy for instructing your operatives in hand-to-hand combat." He stares back at her with a blank face, a cool intensity behind his eyes.
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Post by The Administrator on Jan 9, 2018 18:27:10 GMT -5
She meet his gaze and let it linger as she seemed to study him, with the cool detachment as if he were placed in a petri dish under her scanner. His question hung in the air a moment between them before she pushed off of the edge of the table where she had been casually leaning on and spoke in a warm casual tone.
"Are you hungry?"
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Jan 10, 2018 17:36:40 GMT -5
"Your staff has been very accommodating, I can't say I'm particularly famished, but I won't object if you decide to provide hors d'oeuvres." He watches her move away from the table, not letting her out of his sight.
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Post by The Administrator on Jan 11, 2018 11:33:53 GMT -5
Elizabeth walked over to the bottle and poured herself a drink into the crystal flute. A dark fizzy liquid filled the glass with a soft light brown foam.
"Well were you to be famished my dear," She said after she took a small sip. "My staff would truly hear of it."
She looked over to him and quirked a brow. "What would you prefer then?"
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Jan 11, 2018 20:28:14 GMT -5
"Honest conversation, Elizabeth. Simply honest conversation."
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Post by The Administrator on Jan 12, 2018 9:32:09 GMT -5
The Administrator smirked at this. "Why Tolar, you are having such right at this moment."
"You are free to ask me anything..." She smiles at him. "I do find life is far easier when both parties in a conversation are both open and honest with one another."
"So what shall we converse about?"
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