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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 1:06:22 GMT -5
Noting how he keeps his distance, Dionisia must admit that she has mixed feelings about that. On the one hand she's used to it - or actually, she's used to much worse. Still, though she doesn't mind that most of the time there are times when she does a little. But she can comfort herself in knowing that the time until she's human again is very short now.
"That's good!" she says with a smile, "It's been a long time since I last slept myself." In fact she can't recall off the top of her head when the last time she slept was. It's probably been sometime within the year, though it wouldn't have been for very long. Because she does sometimes sleep, as either a ghost or a human, but not very often. Right now she only feels as tired as anyone would feel near the end of a long, but not especially tiring day. But in a few moments she'll feel very well rested - at least physically. Mentally, she still needs 'downtime' in her day, but that's not generally hard to get. That's what she'd been doing as she'd been pondering Ra's, actually.
She can't help but smile as he confirms that he was thinking of her as well, because she suspected as much and yet she finds it somewhat flattering. What he says next draws her attention to the window. Naturally, unless you're in a room with windows on both sides, anywhere with a good view of the sunset is a poor place to watch the sunrise, but it's still fairly clear that the sky is getting lighter. And to her, the lightness of the sky is nearly as easy for her to read as the hands on a clock. "I know," she comments, smiling as she adds, "I've done this over a couple hundred thousand times, you know." And most of the time unobserved, at least not by anyone she didn't intend to see. Naturally, there have been mishaps during all of those times, but it was mostly during the earlier days - which would have also been relatively early in the scheme of things for Ra's as well, so perhaps that's how she avoided detection until she'd more or less mastered keeping her secret.
But though she knows how imminent this change is, she impatiently floats over to the window so that she can gain an even better view of the sky. Any time now... Abruptly, she finds herself falling as her weight returns to her. But, as she said, she's done this so very many times before that she's used to it and she has no trouble landing on her feet - she'd only been floating a few inches above the ground anyway. But more than that, she once again appears to be completely solid and her color has returned. Though, when she turns to look at him, Ra's may be a bit surprised that she hasn't quite returned to looking like Aria. Because, thanks to the makeup she wore, Aria looked quite a bit older and her hair was completely different - straighter and shorter (in fact, right now her hair looks a lot more like Anne's had been). Instead she is Dionisia made flesh, exactly as she appeared as a ghost though much easier to see now that she's fully here instead of somewhere between here and not here. And she could be mistaken for Aria's younger sister, looking the way she does, though she looks even more like Anne's younger sister.
Smiling, she comments, "And there it is." Turning fully, she walks over to Ra's, as she expects him to be far more comfortable with her in this state, and plants a short, soft kiss against his lips - proving that she's also returned to feeling just like any ordinary person. "And here we are," she quietly adds, looking rather thoughtful. Normally the sunrise is a bit saddening to her in a way - the sudden loss of so much strength and freedom. Though at the moment she's perfectly content to be human again.
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The thought of her changing her appearance felt strange to Ra’s. Every night and every morning what she was would distort into something else, either a ghost or whatever life she was living. No matter which one she was in, she was not the woman she once was. Being a ghost during the night meant that she was a shadow of her former life and during the day she was living the life of one of her many creations, in this case a wealthy politician. Neither of them were the true Dionisia Wood. But in a flash she was back to being human, losing her ghostly physique and abilities. With a deep breath, Ra’s was glad that she was back to her original state, as he found it much easier to talk to her.
“Just like that...” He mutters lightly under his breath, still focused upon the transition between her forms. The quick kiss planted upon his lips broke his thoughts as his eyes ran down from the spot she was previously standing in to her standing before him. Being quite tall, Ra’s stood above her, looking down upon the petite beauty. Placing a hand upon her chin, he raised her head to his lips so that he could kiss her again. Once more the touch of her flesh felt normal, not like it had been earlier in the night. It was a pleasant return to the norm for Ra’s. After kissing her, his fingers ran down her arms to her hands then back up to her shoulders. She felt whole once more.
However she wasn’t the woman that he had met at the party. Holding onto her chin once more, Ra’s tilted her head to either side, lightly inspecting her more youthful features. At a guess, he’d summarise that this is her original age and that to be Aria Lloyd; she requires to be of an older age. But not too older, still roughly the same age but it was clear that there were certain aspects to her that were not the same. “You look natural, as if you should always look like this.” Placing a hand on her cheek, his fingers stroked her soft skin as a smile appeared upon his sophisticated face. To be eternally young, to not require rejuvenation; it must be so much easier. It would be ideal if not for the night time troubles.
Taking a step back from her, Ra’s moved over to the window, looking down upon the City. Perhaps now was the ideal time to explain the men that appeared in the underground lair. “Those Men that appeared earlier, they were my...weapons. Through them I have shaped this World for six hundred years into something greater although there is always a new enemy on the horizon. When I first met you, I was aiding the Revolutionaries in their coup to remove the Monarchy and aristocracy. They fought for equality, a quality hold close to my heart.” His eyes bounced from car to car below, watching every passing vehicle that drove past the bottom of the building.
“You do not share my mission to perfect this World. Once I might have said that you are one of the reasons why it is what it is. But having seen what you really are, I know that there is hope for you in the future. If it is power that you want then I will give it to you as my League wields the greatest power on this Planet, the shadows. Empires and Kings have fell because of our actions and Gotham will do the same but you need not be a casualty.” Taking a deep breath he turned away from the glass, looking back towards her.
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When he kisses her again, Dionisia smiles against his lips - the contact is all the more pleasurable when contrasted with his kisses while she'd been a ghost. They're back to being so much more stimulating and simply real than they were before. She smiles as he inspects her arms with his fingers, knowing that even though all the changes are completely natural to her, it must be quite strange to him even though her form is no longer anything that ought to be unsettling. And when he goes on to inspect her face more closely, she can't help but laugh lightly since she knows what he's looking at. Many women are quick to hide their faces if they're not wearing makeup, but she sees no need to do so - the daily restorations of her body means that blemishes of all kinds never have the chance to develop, giving her unmarked skin a wonderfully healthy glow. Truth be told, she can't say that she's fully pleased with all aspects of her face's bone structure, but that can't be changed and she's had hundreds of years to get used to it so that's only a fleeting thought. " This is how I truly look," she replies with a smile, " Aria is the illusion." And she can't help but be pleased that he took so much notice of the change to her face - she's rather proud of her ability to so transform herself with the surprisingly simple makeup she uses daily, especially since becoming Aria is very taxing on her skills. Even so, she's hoping to squeeze a few more extra years out of that identity this time - she'd like to achieve the goals she set for Aria before she has to move on. She can't help but frown internally when he steps away and chooses instead to look out the window, but she senses a change in his mood. What he says makes her deeply thoughtful. In a way, what he says actually makes her jealous - he has a goal worthy of his years of life, while she's spent six hundred years going from this to that in an attempt to distract herself from the fact that she has no higher meaning to her long life. Because there isn't one - right now she has nothing but her goals as Aria and some ideas about what she may wish to do with her next life, but she has no idea what she'll be doing a hundred years from now. On the other hand, the exact nature of his goal causes her to frown somewhat as she says, " Equality? I don't know how much I believe in that, if I'm honest." Attempting to better describe her feelings on the subject, she joins him at the window as she adds, " Of course, that's mainly because those who have spoken of equality to me in the past have always included me in that. And someone like me - someone like us - ...no, we're not equal to the others." Looking down at the passing cars herself, she comments, " How many of them have centuries of knowledge and experience? I may have gotten most of what I have in this and every other one of my lives by tricks and manipulation, but I do deserve it. If anything, I deserve far more power than I have - the only reason why I've never attempted to claim my true share is because by doing so I would attract the attention of those who could undo me." She makes a slight face at that, thinking of the sheer unfairness of that. " That said... I do agree with the idea of equality if we're not trying to pretend that I'm one of them," she says, making a vague gesture to indicate the city before them, " And I must admit that my main objection to the fall of the aristocracies of the past is that it makes it so much more difficult for me to maintain my proper place - the world has certainly become much more fair than it used to be." Which is something that she, perhaps surprisingly, does believe in. Of course, some of the particulars of her beliefs in what fairness actually means might raise his eyebrow a little, but they probably would agree far more often than not on that subject. Turning toward him, she can't help but give him a certain fond smile as she raises a hand to his cheek and asks, " So you think that there's hope for me?" That sentiment is actually a little insulting, though she's somewhat more amused than really offended by that. She sees no reason to be bothered by who his is and what he does - can't he feel the same about her?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 4:49:51 GMT -5
Through control, all will be equal; it is the only way that Humanity will not end its own existence. Men and Woman corrupt and kill to stay on top of the pile of crime and pollution. For the World to continue, those who make it what it is need to be removed and replaced with those who have the power and will to make it a better place. Dionisia isn’t the first person to put herself above everyone else but they didn’t have powers such as her’s. It would be impractical to think of her as a normal person, as she’s not. “Why do you deserve power? Everyone believes that they deserve what they cannot earn, it is only natural. You have slithered through society, murdering and lying for your own personal gain. We do what is needed not for ourselves, but for all of Mankind.”
Lowering his voice slightly after raising it towards her, Ra’s shook his head and turned from the window, making his way over to the seat by the fire. Lowering himself into it, he strokes his face with the hard palms of his hands. Still trickling away by his legs, the fire brought heat to Ra’s’ legs after having walked across the wooden floor with no shoes on. She was different; there was no point in trying to group her with everyone else. “There is some truth to your words. You are not like anyone else. You are unique and thus cannot be categorized as simply another Human.” As hard as it was for Ra’s to say, it was the truth. No one else was like her where powers were concerned. Many would think of her as a meta-human but her origins are far more mystical.
“The World is no fairer than it was two hundred years ago; it’s just that the methods of subjection have changed. But change again they will. Tell me, why did you become a politician? You now have great power which can be used for great good if you are willing to do so.” Rising from his chair again, Ra’s approached her and held her soft hands with his own, rubbing her fingers lightly. “I want to help me, and in turn I will help you. You’re in a position which in the right hands, can be used greatly. With the help of my associates, there is nothing that you cannot achieve. For too long have you lived in the shadows.” Cupping her cheeks in his hands, Ra’s brought her head forward, kissing her upon the lips lightly. Moving his hand down to her lower back, he pulled her in closer as he continued to kiss her.
Every nerve in his lips felt alive as he kissed her. A Woman like herself obviously has a busy time table, so he imagined that they wouldn’t have long together. But he didn’t need a long time. “We have two hundred years to make up for. And yes there is hope for you.” A smile flashed over his face as he continued to kiss her with the Gotham backdrop behind them, the sun rising over the buildings and flashing through the window.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 12:53:06 GMT -5
"I deserve it because I can earn it," Dionisia states quickly, sounding somewhat offended, "Do you think that all I am is tricks? The only reason why I have to do that is because I have about 16 good years before I have to move on - become someone else and lose much of what I've built so that people don't become suspicious. Do you have any idea how much less I would ever get done if I didn't use such tactics? I certainly wouldn't have made it into the House - that's for sure!"
She's ranting, and she knows it, so she takes a quick breath before she adds, "I deserve it because I know how to use it - how to lead people and get their best. And I know how to convince others with power to see things my way. Giving me power is simply giving it to the one who has the most effect." As slow as he seems to be to acknowledge it, she's a woman with skills, after all. You don't spend centuries leading everything from portions of countries to large businesses without learning a few things. As unimportant of a company as it is, Lloyd's Pet Supply is not a small business and it's flourishing under her leadership - and she has high hopes for her budding political career as well.
Staying by the window as he goes to sit by the fire, she can't help but be a bit rankled by how he seems to think of her. She shouldn't have to prove herself to him to get the respect that she deserves - she has about as much claim to that as he does, after all. It makes her want to knock him off his high horse somehow. His question interrupts her brooding thoughts though, and she shrugs as she says, "I simply wanted to see if I'd enjoy it." She does like power after all, but this political position - she's like a cog in a much larger machine. How much power does she really have in it? Can she drive the machine or does the machine drive her?
Once again her thoughts are interrupted, this time by his approach. His hands are warm and strong - so different from the evening before. "But the shadows keep me safe," she comments on his words. She would have said more, but his lips not only make that impossible but rob her desire to say anything more at all. As he pulls her closer, her lips open to deepen the kiss and her hands lift to wrap around him - one holding his neck while the other weaves itself through the hair on the back of his head. She can so easily lose herself in such a kiss, and she sees no reason not to, actually. When he pulls away for a moment to speak, his words irritate her slightly and this time as she kisses him back there's an extra bit of strength to her lips as a result. Why can he not just accept her?
Even as distracted as she is, though, she does remember the time. And while she did as much as she could to clear her morning, she does have her regular life to return to at some point. Which is why, though perhaps he may consider her to be a bit quick, she doesn't delay any longer to quietly ask, "Take me to bed?" Because if he wants to make up for two hundred years, that would certainly be a start. And she does have time for that, if he doesn't insist on arguing with her for too much longer.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 13:06:29 GMT -5
“That’s the best suggestion I’ve heard for two hundred years.” A sly wink passes from his eye as Ra’s lightly kisses her once more upon the lips, lowering his arms around her waist. With little effort, he managed to hoist her up in his arms, never breaking eye contact with her as he lifted her. Due to Aria’s petite size and weight, Ra’s had little problem carrying her with his rejuvenated muscles, having a new lease of life and youth. As he turned from the window, Dionisia in arms, he noted the sun that rose from behind the buildings and clouds. In a way, the rising of the sun symbolized the rebirth of his own body with him knowing that in time it will fall back into darkness for a time.
Such thoughts had no place in his mind but truthfully, all he could think of was the pool that lay many meters below his feet. The warm inviting liquid, ready to return all the lost years of life back to him. A Fountain of Youth that continues giving. But for how long he wondered. Unlike Dionisia, his method of immortality is one that can change at any moment. One day he could discover that his genes have become immune to the effects of the Lazarus. He has no plan for this all most eventual outcome. Once he is finished with her, he will begin to formulate a ‘will’ of sorts, for his final death if it ever comes. Would he leave it all to Talia, or would an heir step forward and claim the mantle of The Demon?
Focusing on the present, Ra’s continued to carry her towards his bedroom. His bare feet rolled over the floor with ease as he approached the wooden stairs up to the room. A row of samurai swords adorned a wall opposite a large book case. Each book was categorized by topic, with each of them being upon the grand subjects of philosophy, war and history. There were few fictional titles among the manifest of works that included authors such as Sun Tzu and Machiavelli. The selves of books reflected his own views and mind sets. If he had time, there’s a chance that he himself could write a book upon these many subjects. However he would likely employ his time to more constructive means.
Placing her down upon the bed lightly before joining her, Ra’s undid the robe that he wore, allowing it to drop by his feet. Now he wore only his sleeping bottoms for clothing. Lifting the bed sheets, he entered the bed quickly, his body heating up in a few moments due to the heavy quilt which now covered him. For a few moments he waited for Dionisia to remove her clothing, opening the quilt to allow her entrance into the bed. It had been a while since Ra’s had been with another woman, with Talia’s mother being the last one and that was thirty years ago. Since then he had little time for love or compassion. Fortunately he never forgot how to make love.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2014 13:07:05 GMT -5
After the way he left her so long ago, Dionisia is actually a bit unsure about how he'll respond to her question, even though he'd said before that knowing of her own immortality changes things for him. Though when he responds quite favorably first in words and then in action, she has to ask herself why she'd been wondering. Finding herself held in his broad arms, she almost seems bent on distracting him from what he's doing en-route, creating a trail of soft, slow kisses starting at the corner of his lips and then working her way down his neck. Even two hundred years ago she found him to be a most interesting man, and the revelations over the past day have only added to that. On the other hand, it's not without complication - she must be much more careful with him than she would be with a more ordinary man, but she wouldn't thank herself if she let that stop her. Her long life is full of so many regrets, but over time she's learned to avoid many of them by knowing in the moment what she'd end up regretting and acting so as to avoid that. And she'd certainly regret it if she kept her distance from Ra's al Ghul. She fails to pay much attention to their surroundings as she's carried, far more interested in him at the moment than she is in his possessions. Another thing that she's learned is that possessions are fleeting - even money. She's literally lost everything at several points during her life, but she's always managed to rebuild each time. In fact, she has rebuilding down to an art by this point. But again, the two of them may both have such long lives, but the way they've lived them are as different as their method for maintaining their youth. When they reach the bed, her eyes don't leave him as she kicks off her shoes and begins to make short work of removing her clothes. She may be wearing much more than a robe, but modern clothing is so much simpler than it used to be so that's hardly a problem. Gone are the days when a woman of the upper classes literally couldn't dress herself, now replaced by the idea that clothing ought to be just as convenient and practical as it is stylish. Within moments she's stripped down to her lacy black panties and matching bra, having cast the rest of her clothing rather carelessly to the side, and she slides under the quilt next to him. She'll let him have the fun of removing the rest of it himself... ********** Though she'd much rather linger for awhile, Dionisia is always keenly aware of the time and knows that she doesn't have that luxury - Aria is a very busy woman. So she's soon hunting down her underwear among the sheets, pulling them back on, and gathering her clothes as she says, " There's never enough daylight this time of year. I'd like to stay longer, but I'm already running as late as I can afford to." And yet she can't help but pause then to look at Ra's, and that compels her to lean over him and given him a lingering kiss. Cupping his cheek in her hand, she adds, " I assume you don't mind if I borrow your bathroom? I need to be Aria now. But that takes a little while - if you'd like to join me, we can talk while I get ready. Or you can stay here - I don't mind." Because though she'd love to have that much more time with him, she also suspects that he hasn't slept enough so she'll leave that choice up to him. Giving him a moment to decide, she finishes putting her clothes back on.
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Rolling onto his side, Ra’s watched her gather all of her clothing into a pile. Jokingly, he noted that he preferred them strewn all over the bed than on her but he found the thought too crude for his liking. He picked up one or two pieces of her clothing that was nearer to him, passing it over to her, forgetting that only the bed sheet was all that he was wearing. They hadn’t spent much time together but Ra’s was satisfied by their brief meeting. With a smile upon his face, he watched her plant a sweet kiss upon his lips returning the affection by accepting the kiss. “Thank you for your time, Miss Wood.” So many names to choose from when referring to her. Anne, Aria and now Dionisia.
The touch of her fingers upon his cheeks sent a warm feeling through his body as he placed his own hand over her’s, rubbing her fingers softly. “I think I’ll join you, I can sleep when I’m dead.” Said the immortal man. In a swift movement, he threw back the sheets and climbed out of the bed, moving towards the room’s wardrobe. Opening the sliding doors, Ra’s sifted through the various suits but first pulled on some underwear to cover his lower parts. Many suits filled his wardrobe, each tailor made for him from the finest of makers. Selecting a light grey one, Ra’s also decided upon a black shirt and tie. Lying all of the clothing down upon the bed, he put on the trousers and a vest, wishing to get the rest of his formal wear on at a later stage. Now she just wanted a quick shave.
Once he was ready, he made his way down the wooden stairs towards the bathroom, expecting Dionisia to follow him closely. The bathroom was as aesthetically pleasing as the rest of the house with a dark wooden being used throughout with two silver basins sitting in front of the mirror. A large antique styled bath sat in the corner next to a spacious shower. There was enough room for both of them to get ready in this large bathroom as a lengthy mirror ran along one of the walls. Light from the sun shot through the small window in the corner of the room. Running a tap, one of the basin’s quickly filled with warm water as Ra’s found his shaving kit from one of the cupboards.
“I can hardly imagine the day you’ll have ahead. The tedious droning of politics would likely drive me out of my mind.” Covering his cheeks with the shaving cream, he was careful not to cut his beard while he ran the cut throat blade down his cheeks, slicing off any loose hairs. He preffered to use this form of shaver, over the more modern format. As anyone can tell, he’s not one for changing effortlessly with the times. Although watching Dionisia, he could tell that she had little trouble living in the modern world. From a Lady of France to an American Politican. Yet he was still what he was two hundred years ago.
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When he literally thanks her, Dionisia can't help but give him a roguish grin and comments, "Yes, we should do this again sometime..." Because, in spite of her present need to hurry, she's quite satisfied herself. She can't help but appreciate a man with... experience. It always kills the mood when she has to help too much. Already she finds herself mentally debating just how many mornings Aria can afford to get to work late - the evenings are just impossible, but though daylight is precious the morning things aren't usually that important. And she's by nature a pleasure-seeker - she wouldn't say that this time spent with Ra's wasn't important...
The smile that she casts in his direction when he says that he'll join her seems to indicate that he made the right choice. No, she wouldn't have minded if he didn't, but that doesn't mean that she isn't much happier being able to have his company for a bit longer instead of leaving him in bed.
Slipping her shoes on last, she goes with him back down the stairs, collecting her large purse from the couch by the fireplace before following him into the bathroom. She glances over the room and appreciates the design, but she's quickly digging many things out of her purse. The reason for its large size is soon quite obvious: she has what amounts to a mini-salon inside of it. First she pulls out and plugs in her flat-iron, and as she waits for it to heat up she pulls out and carefully arranges several other things, including a large curling iron, a few pairs of scissors designed specifically for hair, brushes, and several types of hair product. One of the latter she pours into her hand and rubs into her hair.
"I find it a nice change of pace, actually," she comments as she distributes it evenly over her locks, "I've done too many things in business over the past hundred years, while this reminds me of being at court in several ways. But I suppose I have more experience than you would with enduring tedious things. It's always for a good cause, though - being powerful is a lot of work." Picking up her flat iron now that it's warm, she runs her hair through it. Some of these modern styling tools are simply amazing, and this one transforms her curly locks into perfectly straight hair. In no time at all she has her entire head of hair hanging straight and smooth.
Finished with that, it's time for the scissors. Even most hair stylists don't cut their own hair, but that's only because it takes a lot of practice to do it right and cutting your own is a whole different beast than cutting someone else's. And it takes months if not longer between practice sessions of cutting your own hair if you don't want to eventually cut all of it off. Her hair, on the other hand, gets returned to normal everyday so she was able to get plenty of practice. Cutting it is just as difficult for her now as any other part of her morning routine. She cuts it to about shoulder length but deliberately keeps it uneven, placing the hair she's removing onto the counter for her to clean up later - she'll hardly leave Ra's bathroom a mess. After the initial cut she switches to some more specialized scissors that cut unevenly and give her hair the appearance of not being freshly cut, leaning over the sink this time so the the small pieces fall into it - yes, she's had some practice at this.
"Later this morning I actually have a meeting for my company though. But this afternoon will be nothing but politics, until sunset interrupts," she says. She'd had to arrange to miss a few things planned for the evening, actually - one of many times her habit of turning into a ghost will make things difficult, but it's not like that's not happened before.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 13:56:35 GMT -5
Running his fingers through his own hair while thinking of Dionisia’s, Ra’s quickly went back to his own work, sliding the thin blade down his bristly cheek. The thought of changing one’s appearance so often was chilling to Ra’s, as for the past six hundred years, he has remained practically the same physically. Being stationed in his Mountain Fortress for so long, various fashions can pass without him even noticing. The look of the League is same as it was when it was founded, besides the modern uses of technological advancements such as Kevlar armor and guns.
Closely watching her, Ra’s was amazed to see her slice through her hair with the pair of scissors with such a care free manner. How quickly and precisely she works the gleaming blades through her hair, leaving little to no mess behind. Obviously she was skilled at this procedure, doing it every day of her life. Placing his own blade down upon the counter, before splashing his cheeks with water and dabbing them with a white towel, Ra’s moves behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist. “Not so hard to catch now.” Smirking while planting a kiss upon her neck, he removes his light hold of her and leaves to ready himself for the day ahead.
Once back in his room, Ra’s picked up the shirt from the bed; placing it over his muscular form. Although not excessively muscular, he was at the peak of physical fitness for a man of his age, surpassing the majority of Olympic athletes in terms of strength, speed and stamina. Most mornings, he would engage in some form of training, whether he be out running through the streets of Gotham or in the safety of his built-in gymnasium. However having a busy day ahead of him, he decided that he would have very little time to take part in any recreational work. A meeting that would be prioritized today would be his visiual uplink with a team in South America would have been working on uncovering another Lazarus Pit deep within the Amazon Rain Forrest.
Unfortunately for Ra’s, he feels age catching up with him every day, so in an attempt to cure this problem, he has increased the search for new Pits, hoping that his body will successfully react with new Lazarus. Buttoning up his shirt, he then picked up his black tie, wrapping it around his neck before tightening it into a knot. Pulling the jacket on, his outfit was complete as a new youthful Ra’s is willing to get to business in a sharp new suit. Making his way back to Aria, he picked up his silver cane which lay propped against a wall from when he entered. His rough fingers ran over the Demon-headed black pole, feeling the fine detail that had gone into making it. “A nicer suit than the one I was wearing when I first met you.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 16:46:45 GMT -5
The fact that Dionisia stays exactly the same in appearance from day to day, year to year is why she needs to take so much care in altering it as time passes. That's one thing that's probably convenient about Ra's method of immortality: he only needs to fuss about how he's aging every once in awhile - for her it's a daily event. And she needs to be careful with all the little details, making sure that it appears that her hair grows out gradually and then gets the occasional trim - it's better to go overboard making sure that the details are perfect than to arouse suspicion by being too careless about that sort of thing.
She's just finishing up with her hair and starting to sort out her makeup when Ra's surprises her by grabbing her from behind, but she remains relaxed in his arms and laughs. "Well, I hardly mind being caught..." she replies in contented murmur, leaning into his warm embrace until he lets her go again.
When he leaves to finish getting dressed, she starts on her makeup. She doesn't need to use anything too unusual to give herself the illusion of being older. Since most women are obsessed with appearing younger, she simply has to do several things 'wrong' to shift her features into something a little too imperfect for her to be so young. She's always looking for a quick and effective way to go further - perhaps a hint of wrinkles? - to make herself look even older, but though Hollywood has come of with some things for the movies, none of it is effective enough to survive close scrutiny. She'll simply have to milk looking 'young for her age' for as long as possible this time.
By the time Ra's returns to find her, she's back to fully being Aria - she's had even more practice with her makeup than her hair, so even though it's a bit of a careful process she's pretty quick at it. She's just finishing putting all of her supplies in her bag when she sees him, and she immediately smiles as her eyes travel over his new suit. "I can see that..." she says as she walks over to him, straightening his tie the tiny amount that it's off and adjusting a piece of the collar, "Very nice! But of course, I can't picture the clothes that would make you look bad."
Once she's done fussing over the little details of his suit, she pauses for a moment before asking, "When would you like me to return next? My days are very busy, but I have all the time in the world to spare at night right now. Of course... if you want me more solid, I can fit in a little time in the morning, like I did today." Smiling a little, she adds, "Of course, it will become less and less of a time crunch as summer approaches." With so many things demanding her time as a human now, she can't wait for the longer days with which to do them in.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 6:25:54 GMT -5
Allowing Aria to straighten his tie, Ra’s felt like a child preparing for his first day of school, being prepared by a worrying mother to look his best. Naturally her look was perfect, as are many women’s in this day and age of close scrutinising by the press of every inch of their appearance. Still, she clearly looked aged, with a few wrinkled lining her face, more than what were on minutes ago. He would have reached out to her face if it wasn’t her the risk of ruining her fine work. Young or old, human or ghost, she was still beautiful to him. “I could say the same to you.” Referring to her choice of clothing. Walking slowly towards the elevator, Ra’s felt that he should walk her out.
“I have one or two matters to attend to myself, but I would very much like to see you again soon. I’m free in a few days time so please do return, we have much to talk about.” Curiosity filled his mind, with him wondering what exactly she has been up to for the past two hundred years, and before that. So many stories to tell yet not enough time to tell them. Pressing the button on the wall, the lift was quickly summoned to their floor, arriving with a slight chime as the doors opened. Just as when they made their way up to the Penthouse, the trip down was swift and before too long, they had reached the ground floor.
Sun shot through the entrance, as the Woman behind the desk wished them both a good day. Two large men in black suits stood by the door, opening it for them as they exited the building. The car they arrived in was waiting outside by the entrance, the Driver holding the door open for Miss Wood. “He will take you where ever you wish to go. Until we meet again, Miss Wood.” A smirk shone from his face and his words cut through the noise of the traffic that drove past. The street was already filled with various people on route to work, rushing to and fro on their phones. Gotham never slept; it was always alive, eventually running into its own grave. Lifting her hand, Ra’s lightly plants a kiss upon it in a polite manner before taking a step back from the car, allowing the Driver to close the door once she was in. "Until we meet again."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2014 6:24:10 GMT -5
It's not simply mothers, but any woman worth being called one that has the instinct to make those they care about have their every little need taken care of - even if that need is as small as fixing a very slightly crooked tie. Or perhaps Aria just wanted an excuse to touch such a nice suit being worn by such a devilishly handsome man because the thought of not touching him was far too painful - that's also a strong possibility. In fact she probably would have touched it even if it had been perfectly straight - she can't resist!
And she tries not to be too self-conscious as she sees him looking at her makeup. She has to keep the aging subtle so that even makeup experts can't tell that she's aged herself either in person or in a very crisp photo - much of it is the mere suggestion that there might be lines beginning to form here and there. But while he may think that she's equally beautiful either way, she's of the opinion that her natural face is the best, if only by a little. Fortunately, his words bring a smile to her face and help her feel at least a little bit better about that.
As they wait for the elevator to arrive, his words prompt her to fish around in one of the front pockets of her purse. She's sure that she had at least one... ah-hah! After they step into the elevator, rather than handing him her business card, she carefully tucks it into the front pocket of his suit herself. "Yes, we do - feel free to request my presence at any time. I'm sure I'll accept, at least whenever clearing my schedule isn't simply impossible," she says, as she's given him her more personal card. She has more than one business card - most people get the one with the number at her office, which reaches her secretary, and her business email. The one that she gave Ra's, on the other hand, has the numbers for her house, her cellphone, her personal line at the office, and her private email - she'll not make him have to go through someone else if he wants to speak to her.
All too soon and the elevator has reached the ground floor. The warm sunlight in the lobby is a welcoming thing to step into, and she can't help but bask just a little in it as they head toward the front entrance. No matter how old she gets, she does love beautiful mornings - even if she's now late and will have to play catchup all day to make up for it. It was totally worth it! At least the car already waiting for her means that she won't have to worry about being any later than she already is. His farewell makes her smile, and she replies by saying, "Far, far sooner than last time, Mr. Ducard." As there are people walking past, she figures that he'd prefer being called by that name in case they're overheard. Stepping into the car, she instructs the driver to take her to her office - she'll be immediately needed there. Though as the car pulls away, she can't help but turn her head to watch him until he's out of sight.
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