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Devon Nyx's Chambers are made from black stone. In silver, she painted quotes that she liked all over the walls.

In one room, with her own ventilation system she had specially designed, is her bed. That door is also locked by five combinations. That is also where all her books are.

In a second room, she has her own private kitchen because she does not trust the food given to her by the cooks. She has this door locked as well. She takes small amount of foods from the kitchens to avoid the threat of poisoning. This door is also locked by multiple locks.

Connecting these two rooms is a narrow hallway that leads to the entrance. Her door has 5 locks, and including a biometric scan. She can change whom it permits at will.

All of her furniture is plush and made with dark wood. All fabrics are pitch black with some silver detailing.

Roleplay!

Devon Nyx followed Marik out of the Council Meeting and swallowed. She hated asking favors, but that was what she was about to have to do.

Reaching into his coat pocket Marik retrieved a bottle of pills. Popping the top he quickly downed what was left of the bottle. With a swallow he shook his head to get the taste out of his mouth. PDA still in hand he began to reconfigure security codes. With a slight turn he stared at Devon Nyx for just a moment. "So I owe you a favor and you want to ask for one?"

Devon Nyx growled under her breath but eventually nodded. "The," she paused for a moment, thinking, "late traitorous bitch Roshanara Tiovonen must be eliminated from history after I learn what I didn't know about her."

((She needs to learn that she has a younger half-sister that she didn't even know existed))

((Okay))

A sly smile formed onto his face. His fingers made quick work with the PDA. A green glow emitted from the PDA onto his eye. "Almost done with that bit of business,yet. What to do with this bit of information?" Turning the PDA a name and a face appeared that resembled Devon Nyx only slightly. "Looks like you."

((Here's the image that will be her profile pic: http://www.victorhugohair.com/wp-cont... Nadya's making her. Her name will be Echeveria Tiovonen, and she's going to be 13 or 14))

If it were physically possible, Devon Nyx would have paled. Of course it was not (due to the fact she was already white as a sheet normally), so she just stared at the screen blankly. Finally, she hissed. "Fucking shit!" She was silent for a moment. "Tiovonen's daughter must be removed from anywhere she could be in contact with the Resistance. I'd say to torture and kill her, but that would despise her existence exists, and that would bring suspicion onto me."

"A suggestion then besides removing the data that links you to her. Perhaps remove her from the city without killing her." Marik turned the PDA back to his sight and began to remove the data.

((Sorry, had to help out at the community center. I just got back.))

"Through the Wall that's taller than any skyscraper but this one? Pardon me if I fail to see the practicality." She sniffed, glancing around. She took a deep breath and hissed in frustration.

"You really think that wall has no hole in it." Marik laughed a bit. "Oh and stop sniffing you sound like a sick animal."

"I think that the rate of disappearances would have spiked in a way that it never has were this gap to exist," Devon Nyx retorted with a raised eyebrow. She fiddled absently with her fingers. "And what, pray tell, died in your hair?"

"Three gallons of liquor." Marik responded.

Devon Nyx snorted. "I will laugh if you become the first broke Council Member in history because of your habits," she threatened, rolling her eyes. "Now, what to do with the young Tiovonen."

"I'm sure you'll think of something." Marik scratched his nose slightly. "Oh and as for money I still get paid for various things."

Devon Nyx smirked. "And how close are they to nonexistance, did you say?" she queried, quirking an eyebrow. She sighed, glancing up at the dark ceiling. "I imagine I will. A tragic accident for her would not go amiss. Perhaps a little stay in the Gaol, a little torture?"

"Sound like someone has a fetish." Marik could not help but laugh. Placing the PDA into his pocket a yawn left his mouth. "Time to drown away in liquor, care to join me?"

He was awarded a glare for his joke. When her brain processed the second sentence, she raised an eyebrow at him. She was sorely tempted to accept his offer. The only problem was that she had never had actually had alcohol. She blinked, still weighing the options. Eventually, she nodded.

"Well then to The Soul and Dragon." Marik grinned. Turning slightly he gave a faint whistle. Sev appeared seconds later.

Devon Nyx's eyes widened. She had not actually left the Council Skyscraper in over a year; being dead to the public sort of put a damper on leaving. She nodded stiffly before saying, "You are paying."

"Well if that is your reaction we could always stay here. As for paying yes I will." Marik held a wide smile on his face.

Devon Nyx scowled but said, "Fine, we can go." She stared at the ground, fully aware that she must be pretty irritable if she was actually agreeing to this.

((OFF TO THE SOUL AND DRAGON))

((Yep!))

((You post first))

((Yes yes))

((Thanks!))

Adam watched as the locks were undone. A deep inhale filled his lungs as he stepped inside. "So what are you hungry for?"

Devon Nyx shrugged. "Nothing particularly substantial," Devon Nyx answered. She walked towards the kitchen and set to work on that set of locks. She sniffed.

"Are you coming down with a cold?" Adam asked as his gaze moved from space to space. He stood just to the left of her and waited to enter the kitchen.

Devon Nyx scowled. "As if I would grant germs entry." She licked her teeth. She finished opening the locks and stepped out of the narrow hall and into the narrow kitchen. She went straight to her refrigerator and pulled out a new pitcher of tea while setting the old one out on the counter.

Adam couldn't help but laugh. "Perhaps a lobster soup?" He stepped into the kitchen and caught sight of what was in her refrigerator.

Devon Nyx raised her eyebrows and took a sip of her tea. She shrugged. "I have little preference presently regarding food beyond the inclusion of basil, thyme, rosemary, and oregano." She tapped her fingers.

"Basil and oregano can be added but thyme and rosemary would ruin the dish." Adam stepped over to the refrigerator and took the frozen lobster out. "So tell me the reason for not having a significant other."

"Pity, as I do have a taste for those herbs," Devon Nyx shrugged. She did not have any one concrete answer. She had a mixture of reasons, but that was it. "And what is this sudden interest?" she elected to ask in lieu of an answer.

"Simple, I am interested in you."

Devon Nyx's eyebrows skyrocketed. Of all the answers she could have gotten, that was one of the ones she was expecting the least. "Oh?" she asked.

"Yes." Adam chuckled slightly as he he began to gather the various ingredients from the cabinets while letting the lobster slowly thaw. "You gave the exact results that I knew you would have."

She rolled her eyes and licked her teeth. "You're calling me predictable?" She tapped her fingers a little more quickly.

"No I am simply saying I had hoped that would be your reaction and I was right." Adam slipped a pot onto the small yet state of the art stove.

Devon Nyx pursed her lips and nodded slowly. She eyed Adam's cooking a bit warily. No one else had ever cooked on her stove, and no one had cooked for her since before she was brought onto the City Council.

Adam broke the shell of the lobster and dumped a few chunks in the broth that he poured into the pot. "On a slow cook with a stir here and there it will be ready in one hour."

Devon Nyx nodded, not tearing her gaze from the food. She absently took a sip of her tea. She took a seat on the counter as she had few places to sit in her chambers and none were in the kitchen.

Adam leaned against the counter across from the stove. "I would like to know how you feel right now in this very moment. Besides your wariness of the food that I am making."

Devon Nyx blinked. She opened her mouth and the closed it before she gave up trying to respond with anything other than a shrug. Eventually, she did answer, "How should I have a clue? Emotions are not what I claim as my strong suit."

"And if I were to steal something from you, say a kiss, what then?" Adam turned to face her.

Devon Nyx shrugged. "I question your reasoning skills. How should I know that?" She smirked.

"I see your point." Adam moved over to the stove and gave the soup a slow stir.

Devon Nyx nodded and watched Adam's movement.

Adam placed the lid over the pot and turned up the fire by one notch. "So tell me, What are your plans?"

Devon Nyx raised an eyebrow. "Which one and what will you do in return from hearing them?" she challenged. "I have too many to simply lay them all out." She tapped her fingers, smirked, and shrugged.

"Your plan for the future, and what do you want in return?"