ignatius paltiel

Lunch was often done at work, but when Ignatius got a chance to go out, he always made use of it. There wasn't much point in eating out on his own, so when he ate out, he made sure he was eating out with someone. Sometimes it didn't work out, and sometimes it did. His lunch meeting that day...

If Ignatius had any say in the matter, there would be no parties at all. No social events, no galas, no fancy dinners. Or, if they really had to exist, he'd prefer that everyone had to go by themselves. He didn't like showing up to fancy galas alone. It was, quite frankly, embarrassing. The...

His pale white finger lifted to hover mere centimeters away from the confrontation of a lifetime. A gulp resonated in his throat, the motion failing to soothe the lump that felt like a bolder straining on his windpipe. Nervous? No. Anxious to the point of the onslaught of ulcers was a better...

<div class="busi"> <h1> Paltiel Investments </h1> Paltiel Investments is one of the oldest businesses on the island, although they've been in their headquarters for only forty years. Despite the name, Paltiel investments provides a number of services beyond just investments. The company...

Ignatius had not brought the tiny note that listed out his secret santa's interests and wants. He'd already memorized it. It was short, brief, and gave him very little information. Not even a last name had graced the paper, although he suspected that 'Tanau' was quite possibly not human. It...

@"Thoth" The forest was calm, the silence only interrupted by the occasional song of a bird or the soft murmur of the wind as it moved the leaves. In one of the darkest parts of the forest a singular pack of raptors were resting after their meal. It has been a while since they last ate, so...

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/1AxolxT.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Getting Bison was not hard...

The aroma of cooking meat and the sound of classical music filled the home of Aloysius Paltiel. He pulled out a silver bowl which was almost imediately followed by the clacking of feet on the white tiled floor. "Hold on I still have to cut it up," Aloysius turned smiling at his four legged...

Vieve hated these cultural festivals. She didn't hate them because she disliked the idea of it. Far from it; Vieve was happy to be out with her fellow shape-shifters, spreading awareness and tolerance for their kind, and all that jazz. What Vieve did not like was paper mache. Their...

Ignatius was a man for almost his entire life. It was certainly possible that he could have spent half his time in his more monstrous form, but it was simply a matter of being realistic. His dinosaur form was big. Very big. He couldn't be in the city without cracking the pavement and destroying...

Ignatius had always been a fan of police charities. After all, he was entirely legitimate. The biggest law he'd broken in his entire life was probably jaywalking back when he'd been in the academy. Compared to many of his fellow businessman, he was entirely clean. It meant rubbing elbows with...

Marco Lopez was a nuclear bomb. He had all the traits of one. Both were horribly dangerous. No one wanted to be around either. And of course, neither had to actually try to start trouble to make him intensely paranoid. A nuclear bomb did not have to come in with the intention of screwing shit...

@"Thoth" The evening rolled around, uneventful and rather drab even if nothing that day had indicated otherwise. He'd gone out briefly in the morning but otherwise, the day was spent in the comfortable below-freezing temperatures of his bar and the small apartment he had upstairs. The...