Settling in (Corvin)

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Getting a new kitten settled in was no easy task. She had to get a new cat box, bedding and cat toys. It just hurt to remember that her old cats had met their maker a little over a week ago. Hopefully this new kitten would prove to be the distraction that Trenton hoped she would be. It didn't take long to get her situated and the house wouldn't let anyone hurt the cat. Heck if her father hadn't taken them all off the grounds her animals would probably still be alive but she didn't want to think about that.

She washed her hands and dried them as the kitten crawled around her new digs. She had a shiney new break away collar though honestly, if she did get caught up the house would protect her. Mari moved to the kitchen and got down some kitten chow. Filling the kitten's bowl she watched her eat as she tried to relax. THe brown dress Mari wore was modest and reserved and she pulled out a compact to look at the bite on her neck. It seemed to be healing quick though she really wished Trent didn't feel the need to bite her to make her feel good. Sometimes she just needed a hug.

[Corvin Blake]

Samael had been out of touch for nearly a week, or so now. It was almost disturbing so, that Corvin could not properly locate him either. However, he managed to keep a close eye on Mari, and her actions from afar, and decided, that the possibility of keeping her company, while finding out where Samael had went, would prove useful to him. Not to mention, his own personal desires over the young girl as well.

Knocking on the door of the manor, he felt dressed casually for the day, and waited for Mari to answer. In his right hand, was a sort of walking cane that he had acquired long ago, and was more than just a simple walking stick. It was, in fact, an enchanted staff, and it was primarily used for spell protection. However, it was also just as trendy as well. As Corvin waited at the door, he held out a hand and with a flick of the wrist, a red rose appeared in his hand, as he waited for Mari to open the door.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Looking up, Mari wondered who was knocking at the door, she hoped it wasn't another reporter. Walking over to the door she winced slightly, her muscle spasticity was acting up and her shoulders hurt. Sighing she peeked through the view port and inwardly rolled her eyes. Corvin. What did he want? Slapping a smile on her face she opened the door, "Hello, Mr. Blake. How are you?" she asked gently as she stood there.

"You're cutting quite the figure today. Just passing through on your way to some mystical place?" she asked 'Please oh please if there is a God in this universe tell me that rose is not for me. I totally do not need this today, God. I mean really? He's my dad's age. AND a warlock.[/i]' she kept her inner monologue to the divine secret, no point in telling him as she smiled gently eyed the rose, "I'm not sure if Sam is available. He keeps to his own schedule."

Inwardly she wondered how long this was going to happen. Why was she surrounded by men that just ended up not working out? She supposed she should be greatful that she got so much attention. Heaven knew that after what had happened she certainly didn't feel worthy of it.

She stepped aside and let him enter, closing the door behind him and looking out a window so he wouldn't think she was being rude. "I'm sure, Samael will be along shortly. If you wait here I'll go fetch him." she said quietly as she glanced at him and went to leave the room.

[Corvin Blake]

Corvin smiled softly, as Mari opened the door to the mansion. “Hello Mari,” he said softly, “I am doing fine, and yourself?” He removed the sunglasses that he was wearing, and placed them in an inner pocket inside of his jacket.

“And you're quite the delicate flower, yourself, Young Miss,” He complimented accordingly, “Somewhat. I recently traveled to the Rhineland, to acquire this nifty little artifact, said to have been wielded by a powerful sorcerer in the later parts of the Roman Empire, during a campaign made to the Rhineland.” He handed her the rose, and softly sighed.

“I just wanted to give you this as a sort of sign of friendship between us,” he replied, “I know that you're probably wary of me, given that I am a warlock, and have a friendship with your brother, but I do wish to make my intentions clear, that I am in no way your enemy, and only wish to have your trust.”

As she invited him in, he looked around the homely mansion, just as he normally did, when Reginald invited him over for a chat. However, as she offered to go and bring Samael, he figured that it would not be necessary. “Actually, I came to see you,” he said aloud, “I was hoping that we could possibly talk about your brother for a bit, if you did not mind. I understand you may have other priorities, but I thought it would be simpler for us to get to know one another, if we had a simple, one on one discussion of our own.” He smiled softly, and wondered what sort of vile things Reginald told her about him, that would make her feel uneasy around him.

“How has Samael been, since the little paper signing?” he asked, concerned, “He has not tried to harm you, has he?”

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

"I am doing as well as can be expected considering what the television is spewing these days. Some of my fathers associates that chose to leave are adding fuel to the fire over what happened." she looked away from him, shame coloring her cheeks as she pointedly stared out the window and bit her lip. "They don't like that I was given control of the company even though I'd been learning how it ran since I was a teenager. Granted, father had no one else to leave it to at that point but it doesn't change the fact that I do have a business degree under my belt that I rarely boast of because my grades were so appalling." she had a lot of help figuring out how things worked and spent long nights handling things that needed her attention.

She took the flower more out of habit than anything else, "A flower indeed. Half the media thinks I'm the whore of Babylon who only wanted my fathers money." the bitterness creeped into her voice and she shook her head, "I tend to stay out of the affairs of sorcerers. I'm entirely too squishy to mess with magic." she said with a soft chuckle as she tried to change the subject.


"I appreciate that, Mr. Blake. You'll forgive me if trust is not high on my list given what my father did and Sam threatened to do. I've grown attached to living and not just surviving." she added as she glanced at the flower and then back at him, eyeing him speculatively, "Even a rose has its thorns, Mr. Blake."

"My brother?" she exhaled softly, "My brother keeps his own counsel and does not confide in me. I do not press him to either given our tenuous relationship at best. I imagine he is getting to know this new world and his place in it. He hardly needs me chasing after him like a toddling baby hoping to keep up." she was honest as she saw the kitten that Trenton gave her come up to her and she scooped her up, placing her on her shoulder, "I would think you would find more information from Samael." she hated to gossip, "Please have a seat. I do not mean to be difficult. It is just that my father taught me years ago that speaking of family matters was detrimental to my health and its a hard habit to break. I mean no disrespect, Sir."

"No, he has not. I stick to my rooms and do my best not to disturb him unless it is necessary. I only am on this side of the house to answer the door honestly." she admitted as she gestured to a couch and sat across from him, petting the kitten to keep from being nervous. It failed but she tried.

[Corvin Blake]

“I never did much appreciate the paparazzi, myself either,” he replied in agreement, “meddlesome little buggers, and with your brother's temper, I would honestly feel a bit of remorse for one of them that tries to take his picture by surprise. Poor Alfred will be mopping the entire floor clean of blood for a week.” The sad thing was, Corvin would have probably have been right. Samael may have had his soul now, even though Corvin did not know this, but he was still a killer, and would have not an issue in killing someone that was trespassing on his side of the house, regardless of whether they were harmless, yet incredibly annoying paparazzi or not. Come to think of it, Corvin wondered if Samael even knew what a paparazzi was, or not. It was not like they would have had them in Hell.

Corvin chuckled lightly and shook his head slowly. “That is one of the reasons I have spent most of my life staying out of the media spotlight,” he explained, “the problem with fame and fortune, is there is always someone doing all they can to begin a smear campaign to make you look bad in the public eye. That's one of the things about keeping a low profile, because it's not the words affecting you that is the problem. It's when those words, be they true, or untrue, begin to affect how those around you see you.”

He shrugged, looking at the cane momentarily. “It's just science's popular brother,” he said with a shrug, “and also a portion of the name of my favorite Queen song. As long as you start off with baby steps, and never try to go overboard, unless you're pretty confident in yourself, you can never go wrong. Unless you're like one of my old friends, Mycroft, who thought he was entirely too sure of himself, and tried to defeat the Lambton Worm on his own, and ended up turning himself into a goat for the beast to eat instead. Poor Mycroft...”

Nodding silently, Corvin thought about how her trust was highly guarded now, and while she was incredibly vulnerable still, she had self guarded herself against being hurt. “I understand Mari,” he whispered softly, “and I know that trust is not easy to come by. Which is why I'm not asking for you to trust me off the bat, but to just ask if you would give me a chance to surprise you. You may see me for something of an ally later on.”

Corvin took a seat, not really taking any offense to her words. He pulled out a small flask, containing a brand of Scotch that he was particularly fond of. Taking a small sip, he placed a lid on the flask and placed it back in his pocket. “That makes sense, I suppose,” he said subtly, “I was just hoping that you had possibly made some kind of interaction with him since you two began to basically live together. I am curious though, but does the media know about him? I mean, that you have a brother, in general? They probably would believe that he was in a heavy metal band with a name like his, but I just want to take a keen interest in it, for the safety and well being of anyone that may catch wind of him, or if he has said anything to you about the media.”

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

"I think that the house would prevent them from entering. Its done so before and will probably continue to do so." she replied with a simple shrug of her shoulders.

"Those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind, Mr. Blake." she said gently, "I understand this. If its one thing my father beat into me it is decorum in all things no matter how difficult they may be. I imagine that once the media circus dies down I'll be forgotten." she said with a shrug, "But then watching television stopped being a pastime for me long ago.

"I'll stick to what I know and leave the spells to those with the magic to wield them." she said gently as she sat down and the cat got comfortable finally. Alfred came in with tea and set down the tea service within easy reach of both, offering Marina a pre made cup before stepping back a moment.

"Please, Mr. Blake, have some tea. I find it soothes my nerves in any case. Lord knows I have enough of it." she laughed softly, "Its a bit of a recent pastime of mine. Much to Alfred's relief." a soft cough from Alfred met her teasing tone but that was all he did as he slipped out as quietly as he entered.

"Its not so much me you have to worry about, Mr. Blake. Its Trenton. My father and he had an arrangement and Trenton sees no reason why what has transpired should change it." she picked up her tea cup and sipped it gently, "He is...very protective and may not take kindly to another new male showing up in my life. And that is not counting my ex boyfriend who periodically shows up from time to time. Or my friends and one male relative I trust." She kept her eyes downcast but she honestly had a hard time seeing how Corvin would get past the wall of people that tended to surround her a lot of the time. Regardless of his motives he had to know that her father had more back up protection than fort knox around her. "Oh and my stepmother." she added as an afterthought. She'd gotten enough of a scolding for not mentioning Trenton the last time and now she didn't want another one.

"Samael does not confide in me and as far as I know he has not been acknowledged by the press as of yet. He seems to be anonamous for the most part and I am loath to ruin it for him by showing up with him any place. He does not need my problems and so I keep my distance. If he wishes to speak to me he knows where to find me." she said the last softly and stared at her tea not meeting his gaze. She seemed not overly worried about him running into trouble because there had been no pictures leaked of him to the media and he tended to go to places that no one else would.