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Chuckling a little to the honesty, the Ambassador grabbed a towel to wipe his hands from the juices of the freshly marinated roast and glanced back up towards Kain. “The world grows more and more open each century. New discoveries and new alliances open up new doors to what foods humans can create. Imagine what those doors could do with things like exchanging ideas in magic, mathematics, science, and more?”

Holiday Meals || OPEN

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Holiday Meals || OPEN

“While I do not look it, cooking has always been a hobby of mine during the holiday season,” insisted the Ambassador, dawning a festive winter themed apron as his hands delicately seasoned the roast waiting to be placed in the oven, eyes glancing back up to his guest across the island of his apartment.

“You seem surprised...” he hinted.

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Watching Avalon sink into the comfort of the chair with her body language indicating all too loudly she was lying and caught red handed, Conrad nodded gently, leaning back into his own chair as he pondered. “I am very aware the information you were seeking, Miss Chung, is very important to you. The reasons for such actions are out of a personal agenda and I can respect that to not pry into all of the details as to why...” started Conrad, leaning forward after a moment with the hopes the gesture would help her lower her walls.

“But there is also no harm in just asking me directly if you wanted that information...you know that right?” he insisted in a softer tone.

Books and Wine || OPEN

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“I have not been told by many people I am entertaining to watch...I am usually told quite the opposite,” teased Conrad with a smirk, turning on his heel to retire back to his seat and settled on the leather upholstered furniture. Upon the mention of the book that captured his attention, Conrad turned to take the book carefully into his hands and held up the cover for the Shadowhunter to see.

“It is titled ‘The Chronicles of the Downworld’,” explained the ambassador, smirking a little to himself as he lowered the book to his lap to examine the worn cover, the spine of the book fringing just a little from age. “I honestly feel as if I am a child in school all over again. To tell you the truth, Miss Blacklight, I am very uneducated in the subject of the Downworld. I knew very little prior to Arthur asking me to join the Institute and it’s cause...but I made it a top priority to teach myself as much as I can. Of course, putting my nose to the book is not a substitute for the real thing. But...it is certainly a start,” he explained, sipping on his glass of wine again.

Books and Wine || OPEN

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“It is good to see you too on such a fine day, Miss Chung,” insisted Conrad in a formal greeting, finishing the sip of his wine before placing the bookmark in the novel in his hand before lowering it to the table beside him, shifting to face the reporter.

“Sometimes pouring over books and drinking wine is just enough of a distraction to get the mind brewing...” insisted the Englishman with a smile, completing the sentence with a satisfied sigh from another sip of the red elixir. With the mention of what was the cause for him summoning her, Conrad sighed and lowered the glass of wine to become a little more serious. “I have been receiving reports of someone trying to access records at Parliament regarding demon attacks and rogue demons the Institute has failed to capture within the London area. You wouldn’t happen to know who would wish to find that kind of information out, do you?” he hinted.

Books and Wine || OPEN

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Conrad was in the middle of another sip of his wine before hearing the smooth and cold voice of Laura Blacklight whisper in his ear from behind, smiling a little to the implying remark she wished to join him, if not for his company at least for the wine, something he hardly took offense to. He knew he could finish the bottle himself but he had too much to do for that.

“The host graciously extends an invitation to those willing to take it for the wine,” insisted the Ambassador with a smile, gesturing towards the empty chair in front of him. Setting down the book, Conrad carefully took a second glass and began to fill the chalice with the luscious red wine. “I apologize for not responding to your presence sooner, Miss Blacklight. I am afraid I can become quite absorbed in my own readings sometimes,” confessed the smaller man, standing up from the chair to offer the glass like a proper gentleman to the lady in waiting.

Books and Wine || OPEN

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It had been some time since Conrad had a good cup of coffee and the cafe run by mundanes not too far from his flat was one of the best local places to grab a quick cup. The Ambassador strode up towards the counter just behind a towering figure who asked for a sweet treat in the form of a pastry, realizing the individual was one from the Institute.

“It certainly is,” agreed the smaller man, adjusting the tie around his neck before smoothing the wrinkles of his suit.

“un café crème and a strawberry shortcake, s'il vous plaît,” arber smiled at the man at the counter. it’s been a while since they’ve eaten breakfast outside the apartment. they never rely on magic much when it comes to food, thinking it’s way more fun to make them yourself or buy them without the aid of magic. it was early morning in the daily grind and so it was a nice middle ground between awfully quiet and hectic. “great morning, isn’t it?” they smiled.

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Books and Wine || OPEN

The transition into the Institute was smooth overall and Conrad would be the first to count his lucky stars. Perhaps it could have been his own unique physical appearance or his prepared nature with having worked with Parliament for so many years that any surprises were...dulled. Perhaps not dulled but rather...anticipated.

If he were honest, Conrad would say he was disappointed he could not be as shocked or wowed about the world as he was when he was younger.

But such thoughts had slowly disappeared into the pages of the books of the library, sitting in one of the large leather bound chairs while his gnarled fingers combed through the pages of the book in his lap, his other hand cradling a glass of wine. The Ambassador kept sipping gingerly on the red elixir, unaware of the figure approaching him.

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Conrad smirked to Peter’s remark, nodding in silent agreement. “Arthur has always been a very resilient man...you can learn a lot from him just from watching. Imagine all you could learn from him if you got the chance to talk to him,” cooed Conrad in a slight reminisce before straightening his back and gesture to the seat in front of his desk. “Won’t you have a seat, Peter? I could use whatever help you can provide to help me answer a few questions...”

Open Door || OPEN

lewis.

The young voice mentioning his old friend was certainly enough to grab Conrad’s attention, reaching forward to skim quickly over the manifest before his dark eyes settled on the young man in front of him. “Not surprising that Arthur has been pulled into another long meeting. The man suffers from others talking too much,” jested Conrad with a playful wink.

Glossing through the list to double check the numbers, Conrad lowered the tablet and glanced up to the Shadowhunter curiously. “What is your name, son?”

peter nodded politely as he kept up a formal front- he is talking with a person of authority that isn’t arthur. “honestly, sir, i probably would not have lasted a day if i was head of the institute. especially at a time like this,” he replied in a polite tone. “i find it admirable how he’s still standing.”

“my name is peter midweaver, sir,” he answered, still formal.

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Smiling to see the man take such pride in the high praise, Conrad left his chair to walk around his desk to meet Kain directly. “As you are very much aware, Mr. Kain, I am human despite how I look very much like someone who could be a Seelie,” he joked before clearing his throat.

“To be serious, my position requires a lot of demands involving knowledge I know very little of. I was hoping you would be able to help me learn more about vampires: the culture, the etiquette, the order of power...everything that would educate me to make interactions smoother between vampires and mundanes.”

Open Door || OPEN

It was not unfamiliar territory to Conrad. A large office, huge oak desk at least two hundred pounds light, books lining all of the walls and his awards and degrees hanging in frames. A home away from home, his new office at the London Institute had all of his simple comforts. His free hand reached to his right to fetch a glass of wine he poured for himself and brought the red elixir to his lips. His door was wide open as his hands diligently got to work on writing down a letter before he heard a knock on the door, gaze unwavered from the parchment in front of him. “Come in,” he encouraged gently.

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The young voice mentioning his old friend was certainly enough to grab Conrad’s attention, reaching forward to skim quickly over the manifest before his dark eyes settled on the young man in front of him. “Not surprising that Arthur has been pulled into another long meeting. The man suffers from others talking too much,” jested Conrad with a playful wink.

Glossing through the list to double check the numbers, Conrad lowered the tablet and glanced up to the Shadowhunter curiously. “What is your name, son?”

Open Door || OPEN

lewis.

It was not unfamiliar territory to Conrad. A large office, huge oak desk at least two hundred pounds light, books lining all of the walls and his awards and degrees hanging in frames. A home away from home, his new office at the London Institute had all of his simple comforts. His free hand reached to his right to fetch a glass of wine he poured for himself and brought the red elixir to his lips. His door was wide open as his hands diligently got to work on writing down a letter before he heard a knock on the door, gaze unwavered from the parchment in front of him. “Come in,” he encouraged gently.

the day was starting to end when peter knocked the door to the man’s office. he waited until he was called in and entered. “arthur’s currently busy with a meeting right now and i’ve been told to leave this to you?” peter said as he gently placed the tablet on the other’s desk. “it’s a checklist of all the weapons shipped in from the iron sisters this afternoon, they’re all in the armory right now,” he said, resting his hands on his back.

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“I assure you, Mr. Kain, Miss Addington speaks nothing but good things about you. She puts you in very high regard,” assured Conrad with a nod before settling back into his seat at his desk. “Now, I know you were the messenger to bring these documents to me but if I may be so forward as to say I am in need of your help.”

Open Door || OPEN

It was not unfamiliar territory to Conrad. A large office, huge oak desk at least two hundred pounds light, books lining all of the walls and his awards and degrees hanging in frames. A home away from home, his new office at the London Institute had all of his simple comforts. His free hand reached to his right to fetch a glass of wine he poured for himself and brought the red elixir to his lips. His door was wide open as his hands diligently got to work on writing down a letter before he heard a knock on the door, gaze unwavered from the parchment in front of him. “Come in,” he encouraged gently.

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Scribbling the last few words while on the train of thought, Conrad lowered his ink pen carefully back in the holster before his attention focused solely on his guest. Smirking a little at the jest of seeing a mundane on the ground, Conrad took the documents and briefly scanned through them for a relative idea of the contents inside.

“I could say the same if I am being truthful,” confessed the ambassador, setting the files in a drawer in the desk. “I am here because the Head of the Institute convinced me of its purpose and I have always been a sucker for duty I am afraid.” Conrad chuckled at the last part, that question of ‘what did I sign up for’ circling through his head. Leaning forward on the desk, Conrad extended a hand out to the unknown man.

“You must be Kain. Conrad Lewis,” he introduced. “Miss Addington told me a little about you.”

Open Door || OPEN

It was not unfamiliar territory to Conrad. A large office, huge oak desk at least two hundred pounds light, books lining all of the walls and his awards and degrees hanging in frames. A home away from home, his new office at the London Institute had all of his simple comforts. His free hand reached to his right to fetch a glass of wine he poured for himself and brought the red elixir to his lips. His door was wide open as his hands diligently got to work on writing down a letter before he heard a knock on the door, gaze unwavered from the parchment in front of him. “Come in,” he encouraged gently.

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Open Door || OPEN

It was not unfamiliar territory to Conrad. A large office, huge oak desk at least two hundred pounds light, books lining all of the walls and his awards and degrees hanging in frames. A home away from home, his new office at the London Institute had all of his simple comforts. His free hand reached to his right to fetch a glass of wine he poured for himself and brought the red elixir to his lips. His door was wide open as his hands diligently got to work on writing down a letter before he heard a knock on the door, gaze unwavered from the parchment in front of him. “Come in,” he encouraged gently.

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Conrad didn’t have to look up to hear the familiar footsteps of his best friend stride towards him, eyes still glued to the files in his hands as he flipped through the last few pages. “About as entertaining as watching paint dry,” joked Conrad with a smirk before finally closing the file for Athena. “But I digress…simple assignments to the rest of Parliament can be extra fun for me.” Lowering his cup of tea to the table, Conrad leaned back in his chair to glance up to Arthur. “The attack on the Institute is rather perplexing,” confessed Conrad as his thumb and forefinger of his right hand brushed against each other in thought. “An attack geared more to sending a message rather than harming anyone. Not very many would go to such lengths if they weren’t confident it would work.”

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Like Old Times || CLOSED

The files seemed to go on and on and on for Conrad, his eyes glossing over each major player of the Institute carefully. He had to admit, it was fun to look at such top secret files amongst a throng of mundanes completely unaware of the Shadowworld. Going about their business completely clueless to the Seelies, warlocks, and werewolves walking among them. But he was excited. Arthur granting him this opportunity was one he couldn’t pass up and it smoothly tied in to his work in Parliament. Anything strange happened? He would be the first to know.

Conrad glanced down at his watch. 7:45pm. As punctual as ever, just like old times. A faint smirk grazed Conrad’s lips before his hand reached forward to grasp the handle of his cup of tea.

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It was pure luck that Arthur managed to get out of the Institute early, and he thanked the angel for finally giving him time to relax for a bit. He walked into The Daily Grind at around exactly 7:45 PM and after ordering, he spotted Conrad on one of the tables. Arthur sauntered to the direction, cast his signature warming smile at his best friend and sat.

“I’ve missed back then when I was still a free Shadowhunter,” Arthur said, chuckling, “So many papers to sign especially now that the Institute is still recovering from the last attack.” He took a sip from his tea and said, “What about you, Conrad? How has working for the Parliament been?”

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Like Old Times || CLOSED

The files seemed to go on and on and on for Conrad, his eyes glossing over each major player of the Institute carefully. He had to admit, it was fun to look at such top secret files amongst a throng of mundanes completely unaware of the Shadowworld. Going about their business completely clueless to the Seelies, warlocks, and werewolves walking among them. But he was excited. Arthur granting him this opportunity was one he couldn't pass up and it smoothly tied in to his work in Parliament. Anything strange happened? He would be the first to know.

Conrad glanced down at his watch. 7:45pm. As punctual as ever, just like old times. A faint smirk grazed Conrad's lips before his hand reached forward to grasp the handle of his cup of tea.

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Introductions To Be Made || OPEN

It was not unfamiliar territory to Conrad. A large office, huge oak desk at least two hundred pounds light, books lining all of the walls and his awards and degrees hanging in frames. A home away from home, his new office at the London Institute had all of his simple comforts. His free hand reached to his right to fetch a glass of wine he poured for himself and brought the red elixir to his lips. His door was wide open as his hands diligently got to work on writing down a letter before he heard a knock on the door, gaze unwavered from the parchment in front of him. "Come in," he encouraged gently.