Thread: The Hunting Game [Temptationist x Dark Saint]

The main floor was typical of these sorts of events as far as Kristian could tell. Women in exquisite gowns and jewelry clung to the arms of men who were more powerful politically than physically if portly statures and graying hair was any measure. Some would mingle together at one table or another, off in some corner senior Wehrmacht officers stood together to smoke and drink and talk among themselves, and area clearly set aside as something of a dance floor was currently being used more for chatting and idly standing by company rather than actually dancing. A band occupied a stage that had clearly been brought in just for the event, waiting staff walked among the crowd with trays of wine and hors d'oeuvres . And of course as they walked onto the floor Kristian could immediately tell that Colonel Amsel wasn't going to be leaving his side for most of the night when he saw bright and inquiring faces look his way. Major Kristian Urner was a key focus of the night and the Colonel was set to be as close to the center of attention as he could. Another Colonel of the SS was introduced here. A local political magnate there. A talented young miss at the arm of a Wehrmacht officer. Politicians, entrepreneurs, scholars, and others. Everybody who was anybody that wanted this new prospective government to favor them had stepped out from the woodwork for the event. Kristian seldom had an empty hand before he was given the offer of a drink or a cigar - things he savored and drew out to avoid even his liver failing out on him before the night was through - and some part of the way Colonel Amsel talked of him as if he was a secondary ornament in the introductions made the Major feel a touch uneasy. As well as he could clean up, he'd never been a fan of these sorts of parties, and as stereotypical as it might have sounded he honestly felt more comfortable in his field uniform than wearing all of his own medals and finery. He began to look for an out as Amsel led him to yet another guest loitering near a back corner of the room. I must warn you, Major, that Herr Kuefer is a touch - full of his position. Amsel was whispering in his ear furtively as they drew close, He might tend to grate just a touch. As if the whole night until now hadn't. Immediately as they drew close the Colonel belted out a greeting. The rather frail man in a dark suit, Herr Dirk Kuefer, extended a hand, Its a pleasure to meet you, Major. I'm Dirk Keufer - on the Committee of the Four Year Plan. He gave a smile as if Kristian should have recognized it. Which he didn't. And the smile quickly fell from the other man's face. Its - its an economic reform plan for - Amsel slapped Kristian on the shoulder again, Herr Kuefer, you are looking at the Major Urner. The progeny of the Reich's Thousand Year plan. The Colonel laughed. Of course from his back corner Kristian was able to sweep the crowd. The young soldier who had been charged to tending to him earlier seemed to want to spend his night at the party rather than out on the town at cheaper and more accommodating pubs or inns. And maybe he wasn't so fixed on imaging attracting young ladies with the medals he'd some day earn because as he moved across the floor, a fetching young woman was at his arm. While he didn't know who the woman was, having a chance to talk with a fellow soldier from the lines of the eastern front would be a relief. He quickly excused himself from the Colonel for the time with a claim that he was needing to relieve himself and started through the crowd until he found himself drawing up on the young boy from behind. Oberschtze! He barked the words. The boy stood rigid as a board and tried to whirl around. Then of course he attempted to render a proper salute. That young woman at his arm made both nearly impossible to do at all let alone with any sort of proper crispness and precision. The Major made sure to motion for him to hold if only for the sake of the young lady - as amusing as it was. As you were. Relax. Kristian took a long draw on the cigarillo he'd been given from a fellow Major not thirty minutes ago, I'm sorry, that was awful of me. I only wanted a laugh and here I didn't expect to see you had a woman with you. He offered a nod to the woman, Its a pleasure to meet you, moya ledi . Could I ask your name?