A Long Term Investment (Rosey)

An invitation. Bleh. People forgot how many invitations she got nowadays and she looked at the letter that she had crumped a few times in her hand and folded back, like a sort of therapy. Her boots were on top of the table and she leaned back in her chair, her head on the edge, looking at the ceiling. Ever since her name got shared, ever since it was on the list, but at least this person did not mention anything of the list, no stupid numbers, might this be an honest one? She crumpled it in her hand again. Was anyone here that she could go ask and check. Many of the invitations stayed in the bar below, waiting for her or hoping they would understand who she was and that she would come for her, but not today, no. An exchange of information was something Narcissa should never deny, after all, you never knew what kind of information that would give her. She looked at her bag, the lotus pin peaking out and she grumbled, for the sake of villainy she should maybe go. To this Blaire Shelby. Again, what did people have with sharing names, she had been so scared, so everything to avoid even giving or sharing her name, wearing a mask, honing her separate lives so very carefully that she did not get the lax or ease that some used it. Prestige maybe, or fame or infamy, nothing left to lose. Who cared, it worked on her interest, it was nicer than those stupid invitations with that were signed with A friend or worse An admirer. Get out. She had no idea what her goons had shared to the police, all she knew was that they were dead right now and no one would share again. Not until she would come clean and she stared at the daffodils on the round table in this shitty room. Useful, everything was so very useful.

Finally, the informant got up and checked her white dress, fixed her long caramel coloured hair up in a ponytail and made sure to cover every single detail of her being. Well, not everything of course. She would make sure her white suit was looking well with her dark skin, wearing the sort of suit that gave her shorts, just above her knee, black tights underneath and white heels again. She was learning every day to control her quirk a little better and making her disappear no matter what colour, soon enough it would be worth it. Narcissa left without the mask on her face, so people wouldn't look up at the white flower-patterned mask, she heaved her head to the barman, so he knew she was out and went to find the villain friendly bar, this invitation had mentioned. She read it again when she found it, hidden in the shadows of the lights and flash of the bar and pocketed the crumpling paper in her bag, keeping it close, nodding that she was invited and immediately getting the guard to step outside, a small smile appeared on her invisible face. Of course, no one wanted to be on her bad side. She was the one that helped break in Fuchu.

It was easy to find her invitation, in the back of the bar there was only one person. "Blaire Shelby I assume?" She said with a honey tone in her voice. It wasn't to kiss up to people, but it was to make acquaintances, this could become interesting after all. She had not heard of the name before, but than again Narcissa had been before October, only focused on Barbados. It was a matter of time before she would have more information.

Barbados was linked to the United Kingdom and she was sure that she had heard the name Shelby before or maybe in history stuff that she was taught as the daughter of the governor. But that did not mean that Narcissa had any idea who was Blaire Shelby at this point. She watched the girl bow to her and just gave a small bow back but waved the formality away. The only reason why Narcissa was still standing was because she was calculating if this was a waste of time or not for the Garden. She could always use more people but that did not mean that everyone was valuable. She needed to know what it would bring her and so on. Narcissa was too much focused on the profit and the name than being open for everyone. She had again that small smile hidden behind her mask, so easily, not the best words and her smile dropped but all Blaire could see were Daffodil her eyes anyway so it did not matter. "We will see, a meeting is always worth my time, I hope we get something out of it." She would not know yet if this was a time waste, not like that time with Ndeye, at least Ndeye knew how to deal with it and Narcissa would just see how this would go and just follow Blaire example of sitting down on the opposite side of the booth the girl occupied. Narcissa tried to read more into the girl that was so much the opposite of her own complexion. White hair, skin as white as snow, an interesting complexion for sure.

She looked at the waiter and gave a slow nod. She had been here before but that was enough to bring the man to her and she would order a cosmopolitan. If they were going to have an interesting meeting, she would ask for a cocktail to ease off the shit that was going down. She turned her brown eyes back to Blaire Shelby, who told her she was here indeed from England, interesting, her Japanese was good, Narcissa wasn't going to offer to talk in English in that case. Huh, interesting, so even newly arrived people would immediately hear about her business. "I work under the name Daffodil." She wondered how much research Blaire had already done as she knew about the Garden of Whispers, she would probably have heard about Daffodil as well, would she link the name of the business to her own flower alias? She wouldn't care but she wondered only. She was coolly in her reacting but if Blaire had paid attention she would have heard a soft chuckle when she spoke about mysterious stranger herself. "The Garden is here to help with favours and mostly would be paid back in favours. So what is the business you want to get off the ground and what can you offer yourself? That's the business you want to talk about after all?" As many knew and the new ones would come to learn, Narcissa as an informant was a very direct person, because in her case time was information and information was money.