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**Bjorn Berg** · 02-12-2013, 02:54 AM

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Originally Posted by Erik Vinteren

"Mhm," was all Erik had to say to that. He still wasn't sure whether to trust this Bjorn or not, so he was being tight-lipped for now. At least the firewhiskey was sealed, so he could believe the man hadn't done anything to it. Erik cracked open the bottle with an appreciative nod and took a refreshing sip.

All right, drinks aside. It was time to talk business. He smiled at the compliment and nodded again. "Vhank you." Was that a tone of surprise in Berg's voice? The man needed to have some faith here. Erik was no novice to the world of politics.

He took another swig of firewhiskey and twitched an eyebrow upon hearing Schirmer called a prat. "It vorked in her favour though. Maybe the voters vant an honest answer, regardless of how long-vinded it is." The way Bjorn pointed out Schirmer's talkativeness had the wheels in Erik's mind going at full steam...or the cogs, as his fellow candidate might say.

He was curious. The blonde leaned in toward the table, shielding his mouth from view with the hand that held his firewhiskey. "It vasn't like her to talk so much," he said in a low voice. Or so everything he'd read and encountered about the female candidate said. "You vouldn't happen to have any ideas as to vhat caused that, now vould you?"

Good, a smile. Bjorn's top priority for this meeting was to put Erik at ease, convey to him that he would do whatever--WHATEVER--it took to see him elected. "I must say, I was a bit nervous to meet you. I mean, I was told hardly anything. So when you performed so marvelously today," he inclined his head in Erik's direction, "I was thrilled. And after the debate, I'm even more thankful. I mean, I can't imagine how Reynold's manager will dig him out, being dunked and all." What he was trying to say it that he was pleased to be working with Erik Vinteren. Even if he wasn't that chatty. At least he'll talk in public. Most people have the opposite problem.

Bjorn sighed. "Yes, it seems to have blown up in my face after all, eh? That is to say, OUR faces, of course." He gave a small chuckle of indulgence. "And yes, honesty is usually the best policy with such things. She is to be commended for that, of course."

As Erik leaned in, Bjorn mirrored his movements. Good, he had some sense, at least. "Oh? Are you on friendly terms with Schirmer?" Getting to know the opposition. Forward thinker, this one.

Once more clasping his wand within his jacket, he made a quick motion and thought Muffliato!, which would prevent them being overheard by anyone in the near vicinity. "My friend, they say a magician never reveals his own secrets. It's best if you don't know." With a wink, he finished. "Two words: Plausible deniability." Yes, it was best if Erik didn't know that he had added Babbling Beverage to certain drinks backstage.

02-12-2013, 02:54 AM	#60 (permalink)
Bjorn Berg Puffskein Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: Great Britain Posts: 1,030	Slick Dealer Quote: Originally Posted by Erik Vinteren "Mhm," was all Erik had to say to that. He still wasn't sure whether to trust this Bjorn or not, so he was being tight-lipped for now. At least the firewhiskey was sealed, so he could believe the man hadn't done anything to it. Erik cracked open the bottle with an appreciative nod and took a refreshing sip. All right, drinks aside. It was time to talk business. He smiled at the compliment and nodded again. "Vhank you." Was that a tone of surprise in Berg's voice? The man needed to have some faith here. Erik was no novice to the world of politics. He took another swig of firewhiskey and twitched an eyebrow upon hearing Schirmer called a prat. "It vorked in her favour though. Maybe the voters vant an honest answer, regardless of how long-vinded it is." The way Bjorn pointed out Schirmer's talkativeness had the wheels in Erik's mind going at full steam...or the cogs, as his fellow candidate might say. He was curious. The blonde leaned in toward the table, shielding his mouth from view with the hand that held his firewhiskey. "It vasn't like her to talk so much," he said in a low voice. Or so everything he'd read and encountered about the female candidate said. "You vouldn't happen to have any ideas as to vhat caused that, now vould you?" Good, a smile. Bjorn's top priority for this meeting was to put Erik at ease, convey to him that he would do whatever--WHATEVER--it took to see him elected. "I must say, I was a bit nervous to meet you. I mean, I was told hardly anything. So when you performed so marvelously today," he inclined his head in Erik's direction, "I was thrilled. And after the debate, I'm even more thankful. I mean, I can't imagine how Reynold's manager will dig him out, being dunked and all." What he was trying to say it that he was pleased to be working with Erik Vinteren. Even if he wasn't that chatty. At least he'll talk in public. Most people have the opposite problem. Bjorn sighed. "Yes, it seems to have blown up in my face after all, eh? That is to say, OUR faces, of course." He gave a small chuckle of indulgence. "And yes, honesty is usually the best policy with such things. She is to be commended for that, of course." As Erik leaned in, Bjorn mirrored his movements. Good, he had some sense, at least. "Oh? Are you on friendly terms with Schirmer?" Getting to know the opposition. Forward thinker, this one. Once more clasping his wand within his jacket, he made a quick motion and thought Muffliato!, which would prevent them being overheard by anyone in the near vicinity. "My friend, they say a magician never reveals his own secrets. It's best if you don't know." With a wink, he finished. "Two words: Plausible deniability." Yes, it was best if Erik didn't know that he had added Babbling Beverage to certain drinks backstage. __________________