Those Damned Serans (Serans >_>)

[Uriel]

It only made sense that by this point Uriel would go home, he'd been alone for too long. Without the family there, or at least his direct line, Lyon was quite a droll sensation. He'd always been one to make trouble with Chantel or combat her in a sense and now without the draw of competition or alliances he'd out grown his home. Now he was venturing to new steads. Father had gotten here before him and already gone about renovating this "new world" estate that they'd purchased with the Seran Millions they'd earned through questionable trade within their own securities. However he was lost to where sister was at the moment and that curiosity alone drove him to this new home.

Not driving as it would seem Uriel made quickly to the homestead, long leggings of his slacks biting at his heels and the sweltering wave of his button up shirt stacked against his chest. It was a bit too hot o be wearing this in the Californian heat. Blasted summer, regardless he'd be inside shortly. Stopping at the gate he'd only required to make first visual contact before the family guards sought fit to make way opening the large bronze arched doors labeled with the Seran insignia open. Uriel walked by without a thank you or any regard of kindness, they were but indentured servants were they not? That weighed their worth no higher than one of those he corrupted stealing their minds away.

"...."

Crossing the open yard Uriel would take his way past the back garden and through the glass greenhouse sneaking his way into the Living room. He often avoided the grand hallways, it was customary to hang your family line there, where he'd always have to face Gabriel with a certain disgust.

Sitting himself before the piano he lurked evenly awaiting should his family be home or not. He wouldn't play not just yet, he was bored not in the mood to entertain but rather the other way around.

"Can I help you Lord?"

The pretty maid shifted her way cautiously into the stead. Her brown curled locks bouncing just atop her shoulders supporting full livid cheeks of ruby. The hem of her uniform being held simply by the arches of her shoulders weight down by a slender bust. MY did father have interesting tastes in "help."

"No.....unless.......Make me a Sammich!"

The shimmering of his eye and she'd bow dutifully, "Yes my Lord." And she was off. A soft chuckle in Uri's throat thinking of all the perverse jokes on women in this country.

[chantel]

California was hot this day... hot any day really. In turn, Chantel was wearing cut off jean shorts and a tank top with bronze studs at the front collar in a pretty little pattern. She walked barefoot along the hallways wondering aimlessly around the house. She wasn't too interested in going out today; it was far too hot. Her eyes watched the portraits along the wall. She walked by them several; times, but for some reason she always just looked at them in passing.

Though looking at Gabriel irked her greatly. Not only was Mischa to be blamed for her beloved sister's death, but Gabriel was also at fault. She shook her head in displeasure before opening the door to the living room just in time to hear the help ask Uriel what he would like.

"I would like one as well, s'il vous plait." she smiled innocently. The help loved her...and adored her. Though it was only because she had a continuous charade going on between everyone. The woman left the two and her smile disappeared when her eyes fell upon her brother. Everyone except Uriel knew the truth about the cold, little heart Chantel beheld.

"Leave the room... I was aiming to have it to myself. I cannot fulfill that wish if someone such as you just so happens to inhabit the space." her glare would pierce anyone, though it would probably have no effect with her brother... and she just never tried with anyone else for fear people would lose their trust with the small blonde girl.

She sat herself down on one of the expensive couches and picked up a book to pretend to read it. She just thought if she would ignore him he would go and she could get to her homework in peace. She couldn't think with her brother buzzing around.. and she was far behind in the search for the Italian girl.

Her and Uriel made their father believe they were unhappy to be living in San Diego, but in reality they were both ecstatic about the gruesome tasks that they held at hand in secret.

[Mr. Seran]

"Now now my dear Chantel, I believe our living room is big enough for all of us, no?" A voice injected out of nowhere, as Jacques strolled out of his private office and into the living room, his hands casually in the pockets of his dress pants, although Chantel's glare was enough to send anyone else running away in fear, Jacques was not intimidated by it back then, and he certainly was not intimidated by it now. Today was hot, no different than any other day in California, but seeing as Jacques had been inside for much of the day, he was comfortable in his dress pants and long-sleeved dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up. "Ah, merci." Jacques replied, as one of his maids, Ariel, came up to him with a glass of water, he took it gratefully from her and took a long deep drink from it, parching his dry throat.

He then handed the glass back to Ariel, who quickly exited out of the living, leaving Jacques alone with his two children. Interesting tastes in help indeed. Although Jacques was no longer married to his wife, he still loved her deeply. That didn't mean however, he could not allow himself to be in the company of beautiful women, hired help or not. And they adored his daughter, but only because they themselves did not know Chantel's true nature. Another one of Jacques' many maids came back into the living room, carrying a tray of sandwiches, and set it down on the table in front of the couch, before leaving quietly. "Well Uriel, quite nice to see you home, was Lyon truly that boring?"

[Uriel]

A short and relatively unnoticeable wince as his sister entered. His posture shifted to that of staunch distaste. Erect his body showed something of a cold shoulder shifting about so that he'd inwardly be facing the piano. It was almost as though subvertly I was being forced into playing this piano, some call of fate to an extent.

"Now now my dear Chantel, I believe our living room is big enough for all of us, no?"

Now he was defiantly forced to play. It wasn't that he hated his father it was simply he hated that passive nature. That very same passive nature had lost Uriel his throne. His fist balled shortly hidden away from his father by a large upper torso and beneath the piano cover. However his father did have more redeeming qualities, his nature of getting things without use of threats, violence, or aggression. Problem solving, that was this family's legacy.

"Well Uriel, quite nice to see you home, was Lyon truly that boring?"

With that statement Uriel began playing, at least a small progression showing his utter boredom to both this conversation and a subtle answer towards his father's question. As it ended he spun round in his chair flipping his hair out of his eyes with a hand.

"So much so.... Non, I've lost my appetite." Uri would say quickly shooting a glance at his sister. "However I've found a new game..."

[chantel]

"Now now my dear Chantel, I believe our living room is big enough for all of us, no?"

Chantel's expression dropped to a blank stare and fear came into play. She turned to face her dad whom she didn't know was over hearing and she smiled warmly up at him. "Daddy! I was only kidding. After all..I'm sure Uriel can help me with my homework...Am I right Uriel?"

Subtle threat? Yus!

Then her brother and father began to converse and Chantel stuck her tongue out at Uriel when he made his comment, though she made sure her father wouldn't see the rude gesture.

"However I've found a new game..."

Chantel had a sinister smile on when she heard the words... She knew of the game, but not in full detail.. after all her and her brother were always up to no good. Shame Aubrey's life was taken by the inconsiderate bitch... their may have been a better balance in their now broken family. Though if it weren't for her death, Chantel wouldn't be "researching" the things she had been "studying". She was getting closer to find Mischa... she could almost jump in excitement at the thought of ruining her life. She had yet to collect enough pawns in her own game... though she was sure if she offered her assistance in Uriel's game... he would partake in hers.

"Absolutely wonderful. I'm sure you will count me in, brother." her chirpy tone was only a charade in which to keep her father's suspicion at bay. She looked over to her father with the warm smile once again. "I'm glad you decided to move here, papa. The people who live here bring so much... amusement."

The woman returned with her sandwhich that was cut into two traingles. It was her favourite type of sandwhich and she smiled kindly to the help. <<Merci beaucoup!>>

[Mr. Seran]

Although it was true that Jacques' passive nature ended up with Uriel losing the throne to Gabriel, Jacques possessed far more redeeming qualities than negative ones, he was a very cunning individual, and extremely perceptive, add to the fact he was extremely charismatic and could charm any women giddy, made for a very lethal combination in obtaining what he wanted without taking any physical action. Jacques chuckled bemusedly inside as he returned the warm smile Chantel gave him as she turned to face him with one of his own. "I'm sure you'll do fine with your homework whether you need Uriel's help or not, no?" He replied, before turning to face Uriel, his back facing Chantel somewhat, as he finally addressed his only son, who began to play the piano, answering Jacques' question somewhat. Once Uriel finished, he spun around in his chair and flipped his hair out his eyes with his hand, as Jacques regarded his son's statement with a look of mild interest.

Just as Jacques was in the dark when it came to the true nature of his daughter and the goals his two children were working towards, both Uriel and Chantel were in the dark regarding Jacques' agenda. He was searching for the girl that killed his oldest daughter, just as Chantel was, but unlike Chantel's, his agenda was not so sinister. Jacques had no desire to ruin the girl's life, but he determined to get answers, and only that girl could supply them. The chirpiness in Chantel's voice succeeded in keeping Jacques' suspicions at bay, though it did pique his interest as to what this "game" Uriel spoke of was, but seeing as he had no desire to find out, he left it at that. Smiling back at Chantel, he couldn't help but chuckle bemusedly, yes, the people in San Diego were quite amusing, they did provide Jacques with entertainment. "Quite amusing indeed my dear Chantel. When they go wild over a single smile, saying I'm such a perfect gentleman or a prince... how can I help but ridicule them? People are such simpletons."

[Uriel]

"Absolutely wonderful. I'm sure you will count me in, brother."

The arrogant cock of his head filled with a bitter distaste of the notion. Pursing his lips together Uriel would emit a small "Tch." Almost unnoticeable to anyone then again the Serans were often very observant individuals. The thought of his sister aiding him in his quarry was a bit insulting to his nature. He'd worked on her side yes, they'd gotten what she needed done. Keyword She. As an allied front they'd never seen a foe they couldn't fight. Of course with Chantel aiding him it'd be her agenda.

'But would that hurt?'

No.. She was intelligent to say the least, and if Mischa and Gabriel were at fault for killing Aubrey then finding Mischa would lead Uriel to Cousin Dearest. So it'd only be opportunistic to aid Chantel in their prospecting.

A firm grin settled on his features as the plan processed through relatively ignoring his fathers notions on account of women. The toll struck, the women here were so.... what was the word. Self-Centered. So it'd seem, back in France he could command any women, the ones here were full of self endowed arrogant and stupid notions of one's self. Silly womens rights. America certainly did have interesting ideals.

"Agreed Sister, you may play as well...." Uriel said in a swift charming disposition turning once again to his father with curiosity.

"Mon Pere, Do you still have connections with the Tojimu Group here? If so I'd like access to their contacts."

It may have been too much of a clue to give away to his father but then again he'd find out sooner or later and it was best he grasped a bit of knowledge. The Tojimu Group ran an underground surveillance squad. A gang of sorts they established many assassinations in the States when Seran Corp. and Bass Industries collided not too long ago. What a time that was.

[chantel]

Chantel smiled due to the fact she got her way and was now included in her brother's plans. That and her father didn't further on questioning their secret conversation. She smiled and nodded in an agreement to the homework station her father said and then waited for the reply from him. She wanted to see why Uriel would need such connections and it definitely alluded her.

She sat patiently and waited.

(OOC: YEAAAAH...Didn't know what to doo.....)

[Mr. Seran]

Jacques chose to ignore the small "tch" he heard from Uriel, he wasn't a Seran for nothing. Although his words were ignored by his two children for the most part, Jacques was in fact, quite used to it, after all, it was rather normal for teens to not listen to a single word their parents said, especially if their parents were talking to them. Back in France, he had an aura that commanded the utmost respect from those he associated with, but ah, here in the United States of America, it was not so. The women here were self-centered, arrogant-like. An individualistic view it would seem, being given the freedom of speech certainly did change things. Jacques then glanced at Uriel with a look of mild curiosity as his son addressed him, having looked out the window as Uriel agreed to Chantel being a part of whatever plan his son had in mind.

"... Such a silly question to ask Uriel. Do I still have connections to the Tojimu Group. But of course I do, from the Tojimu Group to Hikari Industries, there is no group I do not have connections to. Permission granted. You may have access to their list of contacts, but for what reason would you need it?" Jacques asked, although he was rather curious as to why Uriel would want such a list, he highly doubted Uriel would tell him straight up. "It would be wise to be careful. After all, the Tojimu Group are not especially known for their kindness." Jacques said, a twisted smile on his face. Although he knew both his children were gifted with a high intellect, it would be in their best interest to heed his words of warning, though it was highly unlikely they would listen to him. Seran or not, they were teenagers, it was an innate impulse to rebel against him, their own father. "Now then, if you have no further questions or requests to ask of me, I must take my leave, there is some... business I need to attend to. If you truly need me, just come to my office." With that said, Jacques swept off out of the living room and headed back into his office, shutting the door halfway, but still allowing him to hear any conversation that was in the living room.