It would be a high honor indeed if you were to attend to me at your earliest convenience, in De Chima, on no particular matter of urgency. Should you prefer to call, I should be most grateful to hear your voice; elsewise I am oft at the clinic in the imPort Center, and I am most grateful for any company you may seek to grant me.
I have in my possession a pin of Narnian make that I think would suit the collar of your shirts most admirably and I would like to gift it to you in the utmost thanks for your services and your friendship.
Yours in friendship,
Queen Lucy the Valiant of Narnia, first of her name, Empress of the Lone Isles, and of Terebinthia, Warden of the Great Eastern Ocean, and Duchess of the Lantern Waste
[ Petyr's reply comes via mockingbird -- a little scrap of paper tied to its leg. And because the paper is small, it can't be nearly as lengthy as Lucy's reply. Still, it manages to get the point across. ]
Name a time that best suits you, my queen, and I assure you I will be there.
[it's later at night - past ten - but since Rincewind's conversation with Chilton, Petyr Baelish has been nagging in the back of his mind all day. Finally he gives in to the impulse to call the man himself.]
I've yet to hear from you, you know. Makes a person a bit nervous, someone saying they'll call with questions and then they never do it.
[ It seems as though this is the weekend for crises. But Baelish is there like the good friend he professes to be, calling Chilton back almost as soon as he gets the message. ]
Doctor Chilton, is everything all right? Lucifer has not brought harm to you, has he?
[ There's a moment of.... what the hell on Petyr's face as he listens to the message. She very clearly said 'Lord Baelish' so it isn't as though this communication was meant for someone else. Regardless, he calls back pretty immediately. ]
[ You'd think a polite person would give a call to let someone know they were dropping by.
Well, Pan is not polite and definitely likes to give a surprise. Besides, Baelish has...interested Pan. Clearly someone who is seeking power, but to what end? He must know.
So, Baelish when you arrive home, Pan is just meandering about your living room picking up objects and examining them. Do do do don't mind him or anything.]
[ Petyr returns to his home with bag of leftovers in his hand from his business, placing them in the fridge before grabbing a bottle of wine to pour himself a glass. Unbeknownst to him that there is anyone else within his home, he begins to loosen the ties of his cloak with his free hand, wandering into the living room and freezing at once.
It isn't as though Petyr lives in a common house with other imPorts. So there shouldn't be anyone else here. Certainly not some strange child. Certainly not this infamous strange child who magicked a whole city into his own forest of horrors. Petyr Baelish had absolutely done his research when given the names of dangerous imPorts. ]
What are you doing here. [ He demands, trying to maintain some authority. Of course, Petyr does not want to die. He's sure Peter Pan is capable of killing him with a simple wave of his hand. Even knowing that he will likely revive in this world, he is not too keen about experiencing such a thing. His gaze warily shifts to his exits, wondering how fast he could make an escape if need-be. ]
You're going to have to get the word out more, Baelish! After all, I don't know how you'll compete against an 'ice cream for everybody' platform. [ this election race just got 100% stupider and Dorian is THRILLED. ]
A congratulations is in order, Ambassador Baelish. I take pride in picking winners. [Though Baelish is his only winner to speak of.] I thought your discourse on the mental health system of Maurtia Falls was rather invigorating. Inspiring, even.
[Send out enough gift baskets and win an election, of course he's bound to get one in return. March calls for it as soon as the votes are in, elated. He'll find himself gifted a box chock full of every accessory needed to open and deal with wine bottles (makes the congratulation parties to come easier!) with two bottles of fine wine, several cheeses, and a gift card to a higher end store specializing in perfumes and colognes. It's Fancy and, to his thinking, Deserved. He has no sigil as such, but the note is obviously his and obviously handwritten by James March himself (still smells a bit like smoke and everything).]
My Dear Lord Baelish, Sincerest congratulations on your victory this evening! I can think no one more deserving such power and responsibility. I greatly look forward to what you will do with your new position. Should you have any need of I or the Castile herself, we would be both humbled and honored to see to anything and everything you may require. Just say the word and you shall have it.
[ Because this is how we do it in those olden times. The bird drops the letter off for March, the envelope sealed with Baelish's wax sigil. ]
James,
I thank you for your kind words and the gift basket. The cheeses are delicious and the wine even more so. But I should thank you more for your support throughout. I could not have achieved victory without it. I will be meeting with the government officials to discuss benefits for imPort businesses soon, and I do hope the Castile will benefit especially as a shining beacon of what we imPorts can offer this world.
Now that the campaign is over, I do look forward to having the chance to sit down and catch up with you and your beloved wife. May your July be a lucrative one.
Sincerely, Lord Petyr Baelish, Ambassador of Maurtia Falls
I thank you for your congratulations, Lady Sabriel. It is an honor to hear from you, and my time is most certainly at your disposal. I imagine you come to me on behalf of RISE, correct?
[Petyr might be at work or home when the invitation comes. But rather than any regular ol' mail handler, this one is a little different. The doorbell rings, or a slow, insistent knock lets out. Whenever Petyr does answer, he will find dear Sally standing before him, a knowing smile on blood red lips. She holds out a golden envelope with Petyr's name (full, complete with titles) handwritten in careful, precise lettering, handing it over with that smile still in place.
And with that she turns, leaving Petyr with his invite. By the time he looks at what's in hand and back up to say something to Sally, though, she's vanished, leaving only the scent of cigarettes in her wake.]
[ A video call to his inbox: Haen standing with her hands on her hips and wearing a cute nautical number, obviously midway through getting ready to attend the beach-bound July Swear-In. Her expression however seems rather stony, and her tone is tart. ]
[ It's been... a while. Rose's solution to dealing with her problems is not dealing with them. Spoilers: that doesn't usually work out so well. She'd tried not to sing or play music or do anything for almost an entire month.
It was the most boring and depressing month of her life, let her tell you what. So here she is, despite absolutely not wanting to, contacting Petyr since he had offered to help. ]
I know you're probably busy what with being 'the man' now and all, but I wondered if that offer to help with my out of whack powers was still available. I can help you sleep during stressful times, maybe! A win-win? Huh?
[ So convincing. Cough. ]
Anyway, uh. It'd be cool if you could but I understand if not.
[ Busy with....being the man. Baelish fights the urge to laugh. That's one way to describe it, he supposes! ]
It was not an offer that ever expired, my lady. My schedule is not so busy that I cannot offer you my aid. Just name a time, and I shall be your avid audience.
[I mean, might as well be proper and call before popping over to the city.]
Hello? Lord Baelish? This is Princess Allura. I believe we talked briefly over the Network a few weeks ago.
I may be visiting Maurtia Falls in a few days, in an attempt to know this world better, and I...was wondering if you'd be available to follow through on your offer as an escort.
Princess, it is an honor to hear from you. [ And he does sound quite pleased at that! ]
I would love to act as your escort through the city. I've come to know it quite well in my time here and can show you the good it has to offer. I must warn you, however. Maurtia Falls, for as beautiful as it is, is a bit more dangerous than the other imPort cities.
[At a club in Maurtia Falls that Baelish owns, a painting is found. It dates around the 1800s, a pastoral scene with grass and sheep. It may have up until recently been hanging in a museum, but here it is.
Attached is a card that reads 'Compliments of D.G.'. The painting just turned up overnight, no signs of intrusion.]
[ Well, this is a delightful surprise to find when Baelish enters the club in the morning. Of course, he doesn't let it hang out in the open for long before bringing it to his office. Especially since it's not the sort of thing he wants to be caught owning.
But needless to say, Dorian is going to get quite a bit of praise. Unfortunate that he doesn't know of Leonard's involvement. ]
Slowly, but well I would say. I have several meetings lined up over the month of October that will give me a clearer picture of where things stand. Particularly once I sit down with representatives from SELF. I've been informed by most government officials that these benefits will only go to registered imPorts, but there are certainly ways for unregistered to reap the benefits.
[ But a smart businessman like Mark -- Baelish hopes he has chosen registration. ]
Ah, Count Dooku. You know I am more than happy to hear anything you have to say. Especially when it comes to matters of great importance. What is it you wish to discuss?
Kaneki, yes. Count Dooku was in contact with me on your behalf. I understand your predicament and am willing to help, but I will need a bit more information with regards to it. All I know is what you must eat -- but are there any further requirements when it comes to those bodies? How often, how freshly deceased, so on and so forth.
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