something wicked this way comes- open to dame_de_pique

[my_dear_doctor]

It's a familiar scenario. So familiar as to be almost laughable, but the Master is pleased, as ever, that proceedings thus far have developed as smoothly as they have. Taytyyn is a war-torn world; or was, until recently. And soon will be again, once the Master has his way. He's insinuated his way into the government in the guise of Dominus

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[dame_de_pique]

In due time, possibly a little longer than one would usually expect, there's a knock at the door.

Mister Dark, and by extension the rest of the carnival, have been called away on another matter. However, it's terribly unprofessional to have requests go unanswered and so Njoki has dutifully stepped in to see how best to handle the situation.

[my_dear_doctor]

Given the sorts of talk he's heard about Mr. Dark and his retinue, the Master was rather expecting something more... melodramatic than a knock on the door. Melodrama usually seems to be the way of things with these types. But the Master is nothing if not flexible, and so after devoting a moment to mild surprise, he goes to answer the door.

'Mrs. Rainmaker!'

The name is surprised out of him to see the woman standing there, and after a moment, he clears his throat.

'An unlooked for pleasure, my dear, I assure you, but you'll find that I am rather busy at the moment...'

Which is to say, lovely though you are, Njoki, do fuck off.

[dame_de_pique]

"Mmhmm, I thought you might be, but you called and I came," she says with bright, sharp grin. From the backpocket of her jeans, Njoki pulls out a business card to match the one the Master used in the summoning.

"I'm sorry to say that the gentleman you've summoned is busy for the next little while, and when that happens he sometimes asks me to fill in for him. Now, I can go on my way or we can talk shop?" Inside, of course. She's not particularly keen about this aspect of her work becoming common knowledge.

[my_dear_doctor]

The Master takes in Njoki's grin, and the card she holds up with a delicately lifted eyebrow, and after a moment, he steps back with a minute bow. 'Well, by all means, do come in, then.'

After waiting for her to pass in, he closes the door behind her, wordlessly inviting her over to one of the armchairs in the far corner of the room. The table covered in the paraphernalia used in the summoning he leaves be, sitting comfortably and opening a long box of dark, polished wood which sits on the side table. Fishing out a cigar, he lights up, before fixing her with an impenetrable gaze. 'In the employ of Mr. Dark, are you? I confess myself surprised.'

If he has his doubts about her efficacy, he keeps quiet about them. They'll come to that in time.