[ota] time will tell....

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Clive had spent the morning in his office, not behind his desk but...rather in front of his dry erase board. It was covered in a web of links and possible solutions to various inter-suit issues that peppered their troubles.

Scrubbing a hand through his hair, he licked his lips a moment.

Leaving his offices, he didn't pause to speak to many. No, no...The King of Spades was intent on tending to his business of the day as quickly as possible, it seemed. But what that business was might well have been up for debate.

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[intolerantly]

"Then apparently you need yet another one." But she hadn't marched all the way up here to discuss Clive's management style.

"I've just discovered some 'interesting' news and since it's of profound importance, felt it necessary to bring it to your attention." She waited, pointedly.

"Immediately."

[wouldbetrump]

Oh he was certain it was profound, he wanted to say. That, however, wouldn't be very royal like of him.

"Shall we step into my office then?" He asked, forcing a smile on his face before he turned and opening the door for her. "After you, Ivona."

[intolerantly]

It was testament of her seriousness that she didn't hesitate, and only let the door close before she began to speak.

"I was going through my mail this afternoon and found this." She handed over an embossed card, gilt with all the trappings of royalty, pomp and posh. "It's an invitation to the annual Turkish ball," she explained.

Stepping over, she pointed to a small but legible symbol crafted into the decorations encircling the calligraphic writing. "And that," she said seriously, "is the symbol of the Arcana."

[wouldbetrump]

He hardly knew what was so important about a Turkish Ball, aside from the whole unrest in Turkey and neighboring Syria. It wouldn't really be a place he'd approve of her going (or anyone, really).

The Arcana seal made him pause. "The sign of the Arcana is not unusual. We've found numerous things with it print upon them. And the outsiders are considerably more prone to believing in their mystic...properties." He said, shaking his head as he took the paper from her.

"They've made an accord with us."

[intolerantly]

One of Ivona's eyebrows shot up. "And you expect them to honor whatever placating deal they've fed us?" Grow up, Clive. Please. "I wouldn't put it past the Magician to pull a prank of this nature, just to see what trouble he can stir up."

She eyed him a bit sternly. "However, the Turkish ambassador is a reputed power-mongerer, which is of even more concern, if the Arcana has begun 'branching out'."

[wouldbetrump]

[ooc: just a note, you should PM the mod account with this. The Arcana plot line was considered closed, but I have no idea where this is coming from. However, it should be run by the mods before it gets any deeper.]

"And what if it is just a lure to get you to go there, and listen to his threats? It could be a ploy by your Turkish ambassador." He said, frowning as he looked right back at her. "And even if it were the Arcana? What on earth did you expect us to do? Run to their siren and dance to their tune? They were a bit more direct last time, and that didn't work out for them. Now we know who and what they are, I don't think it is going to work this time."

He was a adult, and he wasn't going to panic over a common symbol and ghost stories.

[intolerantly]

[It's not really a player-plot; I just figured it'd be something for her to snipe at him about. He's free to take it and file it away, whatevs. :>]

"I'm going anyway, Clive," she told him a bit contemptuously. "One, it's part of my job description, and two, I'm a Spade, in case you hadn't noticed." And Spades didn't avoid danger; they courted it and eagerly.

Ivona then shrugged, saying, "Do with it what you will, Majesty. I've done my part, brought it to your attention. No doubt you have people who will take care of such things for you."

A sweet smile and she turned to leave. "Enjoy your lunch hour."

[wouldbetrump]

[ooc: She does realize that if she keeps this up, he'll eventually take the job she loves away from her to get back at her, right? :< He's a nice guy, but he'll only put up with this sort of thing for so long.]

Fools courted danger, if one was to be accurate about it. "Fine. Go. Pretend that I care, even. Because I am ever so tired of trying and still derided by you. And you wonder why I left? Because you are blood sucking leach, Ivona, and I would rather be with someone who actually has a heart than to spend five minutes on this topic with you."

He moved to the door ahead of her, and opened it before offering her the same fake sort of smile she always gave him. "Good day, Madame Ten. Enjoy Turkey, I'm sure it'll be a blast right now."