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Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish ([personal profile] baetiful) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2017-06-06 08:32 pm

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WHO: Petyr Baelish and Dio Brando
WHERE: A Classy Italian Eatery in Maurtia Falls, overlooking the river
WHEN: Early June
WHAT: Two shady dudes having a fine dinner
WARNINGS: None so far. Will update if necessary.

It's in the late hours of the evening that Petyr has made this reservation -- when most are concerned about gambling away their earnings or heading to a bar rather than a fine restaurant like this. Which allows for them to have the table with the best view of the glistening lights over the waterfront. The servers and staff are good friends of Baelish, and it shows when it comes to the hospitality that greets the both of them as they're led to that seat.

Petyr settles in, moving the ambient burning candle on their table to the side. "As far as wines go, this place serves only the finest. And do feel free to order whatever you would like, regardless of the price. The bill is on me."

And he certainly has money to spare. With a smile that hinges on a smirk, Petyr idly opens the menu to peruse it as he says. "I hope all has been well with your move to this city."
dioception: (And I got common sense)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-06-07 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Dio can appreciate such a show of power, both socially and monetarily, and as such he is sure to show up dressed nicely, rather than like some eternally-in-his-early-twenties aspiring rock star. Petyr gets the full courtesy of a well-groomed Victorian English gentleman, Dio allowing himself to be led for the night despite his 6'3" frame and ego to match it.

"I appreciate your generosity, sir", he responded with the manners he was groomed to have. Despite it being many years since he had to practice them, he knew how to act in the presence of nobility.

"You know, I'd absolutely love a good Sangiovese", he mused aloud. He had a small collection of wines in his new apartment, but it was nothing impressive. Just some standard reds and pinks, with a white or two in case there were guests over.
dioception: (give me your attention)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-06-08 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Dio beamed a little at the small compliment. He could be cultured, even if it had been nearly a century since he'd been a noble living in the countryside. He had a goal in mind here, and that was to seem to be as good of an ally as people might think upon first seeing him and then some.

"I have not yet had the pleasure", he responded, taking the name to memory. James Patrick March. "I've only just gotten to this... place. This world, I suppose, and I'm afraid my ambition got a little ahead of my social duties." He could catch up socially, though. So many people here were not from here, and he was certain that those sorts would forgive his learning the social ropes once more.

"I should certainly get into contact with him though." A little mutual business, that's what it was. Some networking. How the vampire never thought he'd be doing this again. "But the way that you phrased that... is there some bad news as well?"
dioception: (Tryin to pray for change)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-06-13 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
Dio would be more than happy to discuss his inclinations should he simply be asked. Or if something really catches his fancy, he did so have a tendency to get carried away, as he had with Count Dooku.

"I am certain that things will work out. I'm not going in completely blind", he said, looking up to the waiter and placing his order for a glass of wine. That was all. He wasn't interested in what could be served here, after all, other than a fine drink and amiable conversation.

He waited then until the server had left, Dio sitting up straight in his seat, hands folded in his lap. "Your assistance will go a very long way, Sir. I wouldn't dream of squandering such a promising opportunity."
dioception: (You're an acid junkie college flunky)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-06-20 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Dio was nothing if not ambitious, and he certainly took the compliment with some grace, allowing it to add to his ego as he only temporarily puffed up. Not that he had any need to make himself look larger than he was.

"Law is a field I excel in, and it is something I enjoy practicing." He wouldn't deny that he had an aptitude for getting people to see things his way. "The art of debate. A contest of not only wits, but charisma. it also allows me to meet any number of interesting individuals, who might become good contacts for me to have in the future." He was a noble now, after all. Maybe born a beggar, but he'd stolen and lied and slaughtered his way into it, and he fit in oh-so well.

"The money isn't bad either. I'll be honest in that I hope the public relations part of my firm does well as well, as it would be wonderful to assist my fellow imPorts in getting the recognition they desire. Not for free, of course." It's all about who you know.
dioception: (If this scene were a parish)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-06-24 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
"One might say especially valuable friendships." The best kind of 'friend' was one who was useful, after all. Dio wasn't interested in friendship for the sake of a companion, after all. All people were stepping stones for where he wanted to be, in the end. Some he simply lingered on more than others.

"That's the thrill of it, isn't it? To find your way to a winning solution, no matter the guilt of your client." Also, Dio liked other villains, particularly those stupid enough to get caught. Stupid enough to be manipulated. "Politics are in a similar vein, are they not? Charisma and intelligence are paramount to a successful campaign."

Without really seguing into it, kind of leaving that particular bit of information as it was. "I would be honored to assist someone in campaigning for the election. With a little bit of charisma and elbow grease, I'm sure it will be a smashing success." It would also test his ability to control a larger population without... turning them into zombies. "Who is it, might I ask?"
dioception: (give me your attention)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-06-24 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Dio could certainly appreciate that. Of course, he knew as soon as the man had mentioned helping someone's campaign that it would be to get someone into the office who was... amenable to influence. Exactly the sort of candidate that Dio would want in office, frankly.

"Nepotism is a good word", Dio began. Part of campaigning for someone else was to tear down opponents, after all, and though he knew little of the people described here in the running, he already found a case forming. "A good, strong word with a negative connotation. The people won't like it if it's something they hear about. But naive... Hm. Instead, we simply say that he has a 'fresh outlook'. New eyes for old problems."

Dio leaned back, pulling the glass of wine to his lips and taking another sip. He's never handled elections before, but he has handled completely and utterly isolating people before. Can it really be that different? "I don't foresee a problem with this in the least." The money was good incentive as well, Dio would not pretend that he had much wealth here yet, but he was aiming to fix that.
dioception: (Please don't awaken me)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-06-27 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Dio couldn't help but laugh a little. "It must be rather common. I've heard that one of my own have been here before, which is troubling. But the idea of someone attempting to sleep their way into office? Now there is something that can be more eagerly pressed." It can easily be spun. One who is politics should be more careful about the kind of relationships they keep, or how they keep it secret.

"No one likes someone with an entitlement complex, especially one that is borne out of something as simple to perform as sex." Anyone can fuck a woman, after all. Or a man, for that matter, as far as Dio was concerned. "I'm sure I can find other things about his personality that are lacking. Or make some, if necessary. Anything can be true if enough people say it."
dioception: (You're an acid junkie college flunky)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-07-04 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
He shrugged at the implication that he had to carefully weave his tales around those who would stand up for this man because of their feelings for the woman. "Driving a wedge through the feelings people have for her and the ones they have for him will be simple. I can't do it all with my own mouth, but to craft an opera about a young man using a woman's status to lift his own can certainly help." Dio did prefer the idea of slandering others in order to work politics. He was not as good at singing someone's praises as he was at cutting others down.

"The poor girl, being used that way", Dio said, shaking his head in his best impression of someone who had only just heard the news. "And with his family here, he would think himself a shoe-in to snatch away that power, isn't that right?"

And if this man were actually a good man? All the better. Nothing brought Dio more joy than to dash the hopes of good people. "My problematic home world companions are a very personal problem, and they wouldn't risk attempting to publicly slander me. They know what is at risk, moreso than anyone else."

"And likewise, so do I. We dance a dangerous tango around each other, and when it comes time for our conflict to come to a head, they will want as few bystanders as possible." Dio's MO was collateral damage, after all. If he was going to go down, it wouldn't be quiet, it wouldn't be easy, and he wouldn't go alone.
dioception: (give me your attention)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-07-10 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Dio did so enjoy ruining a good reputation. He'd done so quite thoroughly at least once before, though Jonathan was a special kind of person who only became more determined the more he was beaten down. Not many responded that way, of that Dio knew.

"Not only is such a public post distasteful, but it is also foolish. IF you think of it, that can easily be spun as slander, if you were charismatic enough. A shame that some of those who have had to deal with such a thing do not seem to have such a skill." The Joestars wouldn't do that to him, but not because they did not want to. They simply knew that a Dio who had to hide his true nature was one that left less of a trail of blood behind him.

"Any future conflict is only possible in this world, seeing as they have been eliminated in the previous one." Well, he'd killed one of them, in the least, and he was confident in his ability to take down the other two. "I can't see any way for them to change their fate here. My victory is assured."
dioception: (If this scene were a parish)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-07-20 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It was best to imply any 'elimination', at least in polite society. Even if there was no one within normal earshot. Dio had to at least pretend not to be a ruthless tyrant for the time being. Though it was nice that Lord Baelish didn't seem perturbed in the least by his statement. Dio did so love connecting with the morally dubious, and he was getting quite the impression from his new partner here.

His lips curled up into a grin as he replied to the quasi-toast by raising his own glass and then polishing it off, setting it down and allowing his host to refill it if he so desired.

"I am quite limited, unfortunately. I have not eaten anything solid in a century", he gave a light laugh at that, not particularly worried about disclosing the specifics of his diet, but not seeing a reason to do so here other than to make it obvious that he wasn't turning down his offer for any reason other than a physical limitation. He supposed in theory, he COULD eat, but what was the point? Alcohol and blood were all he was interested in.

"I could always use a bite, but I don't think I can order that here." His eyes wandered for a moment to their server as he sized them up. A shame this was such a classy establishment, and that Dio was behaving himself. Having subsisted on the dregs of society since he'd arrived had him craving something more refined.
dioception: (You're an acid junkie college flunky)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-07-25 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Make no mistake, there was likely some small hint of lust in the vampire's gaze. He wasn't starving by any means, but there was a hunger for better meals. One that had only not been slaked because of his tendency to slaughter his victims, and his need to not leave any families or friends behind once he did so.

Still, if he could exercise some small amount of self control, he could find it rewarding. "It's true. There are those who even find it somehow romantic, which I suppose I can thank writers for. It certainly doesn't hurt my machinations." After all, that was the angle he enjoyed playing up the most. How romantic it was, meeting a tall stranger in the darkness and letting him sweep you away and place a kiss on your neck which included more teeth than usual.

He turned his attention back to the man he was seated with, taking up his wine glass once more. "I can wait. After all, it's rather rude to seek out company when you've already got pleasant company."
dioception: (how he does it)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-08-01 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I imagine most students aren't able to appreciate company. The young are always far too interested in the extraordinary, falling in love with flashy displays until they can no longer see the value in subtlety. I wouldn't put much stock in what they think until they've come into their own, which never REALLY happens in college." Dio snorted, laughing a little. College students were much the same as they were in his time. Of course, he'd seen himself as above them then too, focused on his future goals, setting up the necessary arrangements for his post-school life.

"In some simple terms, I am a vampire, Lord Baelish", he offered easily. After all, the man already knew that his diet was unconventional, and really... he hadn't been hiding it much to begin with.

"About a century ago, I decided that I wanted more out of life than what humanity could offer me, and so I took hold of my destiny, using an ancient relic to turn myself into a vampire. It's been exactly what I hoped for, truly. Sharp senses, inhuman strength, speed, and longevity, among other perks. The only downside is that some people don't much care for my diet."

"It doesn't always make me friends."
dioception: (If this scene were a parish)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-08-05 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Dio had to laugh a little at that. Yes, he supposed he did look great for his age. He looked great for any age, as far as he was concerned.

"I have never once regretted my choice. And yes! The night life is what attracted me to Maurtia Falls so", along with the criminal activity. But then the question of his feeding came up. Were his needs being attended to? That was probably trickier than a simple yes or no, because clearly, he was not starving. But he still hungered for more. Dio had gotten used to an easy, gluttonous life back in Cairo, devouring people left and right. But he'd had less possible adversaries, too.

"Well, I am keeping well-fed, but I could never turn down a drink. Especially if it also happens to assist someone in turn." He wasn't usually the helpful sort, but hey. Food was food. And feeding on something other than lowlifes would be a very welcome change.
dioception: (give me your attention)

[personal profile] dioception 2017-08-10 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"A ghost, hm?" His brows raised, interested. It was a curiosity, to be sure, but really... Baelish was right. Not much got the jump on him these days, though coming through the Porter was quite disorienting.

"I've never seen a ghost before, admittedly", he said after some thought. It did take him a moment of searching his memory though, considering the vampirism, the zombies, and the Stands, which looked quite a bit like ghosts. "Truly though, when I found out about the possibility of vampirism in my own world, it was as if a whole new universe of possibility opened up to me! And this world is no different. Anything is possible, not only for me, but for you as well", he said, leaning onto the table as he too finished off the wine glass he had been nursing for a little too long. That was simply what dinner out was like with Dio though. Either he drank too much or he stuck to one glass for too long. Sometimes both of those things.

"Tell me though, what kind of work would I be doing for this man? You mentioned my feeding and his having problems to remove, but... natives? Imports? Would they serve better by remaining alive after the fact and wholly obedient, or is disappearing the best option? There is a lot I can do, but I must know what is expected of me."