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The Last City, Earth...
7:17...
3rd POV:
A Sparrow drove down the crowd infested streets of the city. It's paint scheme was warm and inviting.
The Sparrow's passenger parked the vehicle outside of a grandiose mansion. The rider admired the high rise for a moment. The Sparrow shut off and softly tapped the floor with It's belly. The man removed his helmet and snapped his fingers.
In a split second his armor shaped into a set of fine attire. A black collar, grey tie, white button down, and a beautiful Clematis flower sat perfectly in his collared shirt's pocket. He walked down a beautiful cobblestone path lined with gorgeous roses. They flowed and danced in the wind. The mansion's architecture resembled an old civilization long past, but not forgotten to him.
He made his way to the door and knocked twice. Not long after an older man with greying hair and rough skin greeted him.
?: "Good evening monsieur, I am looking for the man of the house. Is he present today?"
Butler: "He most certainly is, I shall fetch him for you. Would you like to come in?"
?: "Oh, most certainly my good sir."
He entered the mansion and gave It's interior a good look. Diamond chandeliers adjourned the many rooms and the paintings on the walls were all by famous artists. One such picture depicted a starry night, his favorite.
It didn't take long for a well tailored man with a short haircut to enter the lobby. He stood to greet him.
?: "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr...?"
Veneticci: "Veneticci is the name, how can I help you today?"
?: "Well I have come here on a prosperous business venture. Now I know you most likely own a multitude of trades located in this fine city, but I promise that this is well worth your time."
Veneticci dismissed the assistants that stood in the room with them. They left at their boss' demand.
Veneticci: "Well before we do any trading of information, may I learn the name of whom I am speaking to?"
?: "Ah, yes of course. My name is Duccati Ferone, I am a trader by day, entrepreneur by night."
The tailored man nodded and sipped a glass of fine wine.
Duccati: "I don't mean to encroach, but may I also be granted the chance to try one of your alcoholic beverages?"
He nodded and called out to one of his assistants. The same elderly man walked in and removed a strawberry wine from a gold and silver platter.
Duccati: "Merci." He swished the liquid around inside the cup and took a swig of the juice.
Duccati: "Mmm, exquisite. It intrigues me how a wine such as this can bare such a striking resemblance to blood, it is simply baffling." He said with a wide smile.
Veneticci was caught off guard by the comparison and chuckled awkwardly at it.
Veneticci: "Now, we were going to discuss business?"
Duccati: "Ah, yes thank you for reminding me." He brought out a leatherback binder and removed a pin from It's folder.
Duccati: "Now my job pertains to me being involved in all manner of trade. Food, drink, glimmer, Ether sometimes if it is to the right buyer."
YOU ARE READING
The Line is so Very Thin
AdventureAs darkness approaches, the Last City wavers. The most recent incursion of the Witch Queen had saw that Humanity was vulnerable. In such a hopeless endeavour the people look to a figure, an idol to wrap them in safety. Guardians are doing their best...
