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Post by Nebuchadnezzar on Jan 9, 2016 19:31:23 GMT -5
Being a King, she felt every set of eyes that graced her form. However, even while again being a King, it did not render her omnipotent in every way. The second time she had been noted, Nebuchadnezzar remained unaware even for the indefatigable talents she’d come with since inception. Had she been cognizant of the operative and her communikay, she’d likely have been able to intercept the data from it and would have known to whom, why and what was said through it concerning herself currently as Esarhaddon.
However, allegories to omniscience aside, she was currently distracted by the voice on the other line. Little Konstantine was feeding her, currently. A gift of information— not data, but something more akin to gossip. She chose to keep tabs on the Celesin Empress, the other half of her ‘soul’ and knew that certain methods of prevention were in place to prevent her all-seeing-eye from gazing down upon them in the most intimate moments. Esarhaddon enjoyed her privacy and Nebuchadnezzar, who’d only pouted for it briefly; understood the need for boundaries.
As if she couldnt simply transfer her stream of consciousness into the less powerful King on a whim. At least the Black Witch had a modicum of respect for her siblings if no one else!
Nebuchadnezzar, né, ‘Esarhaddon’ as her unknown observers had decided— brought the sidecar up to her lips and sipped almost daintily; deep and sinfully maroon nails clicking against the glass steadily as she listened to the sound on the other end. In the rare chance they might come within range of listening; the effect on the other end of the device was, baffingly, garbled static. Konstantine was paranoid and often scrambled what she called “Dumb calls”. Only the others in the hive could filter the deluge of static and understand the coding. For the woman dining in the 100th balcony, the lesser ‘Geist may as well have been speaking the Queen’s english.
“Instantly forgiven? And it lasted all of fifteen minutes? Then, of course they lived Happy Ever After. How droll.” Another sip as she rolled her near colorless eyes. “I’d have had the bitch’s head on a spike in my boudoir before I forgave him for such a slight. Our woman is far too soft. She’s forgotten how to demand the respect and consideration of her station.” The King finished the small cocktail and put it aside. Someone, some fat cat who’d likely been eyeing her with lascivious purpose had sent her a bowl of cherries which was delivered by the same server as before. No need to touch her this time— the King knew enough. Most likely causing ire to the gifter of fruit; Nebuchadnezzar declined to search the room for her would be benefactor and only adjusted her posture to face away from the table whilst still speaking lowly into the device. Only one cherry was consulted; stuck between her teeth and tugged to pull the stem away before delicately chewing.
The innuendo was obvious and she was uninterested.
“Perhaps in a few days. I’m indisposed. You don’t know the place. “Vascxious Sigma.” Since you prefer to meddle and are too uninspired to find out on your own. No...not within the confines of the Sanctum. Elsewhere.” with a certain tugging tone placed on the final word.
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Sparrow
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Title: Current Alias: Hugo Davin
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Post by Sparrow on Mar 1, 2016 21:08:11 GMT -5
The thin man kept his gaze on the investigator as she rose. Apparently disregarding the server in favor of Merenska as she somewhat dramatically made her preparations and eventual departure, his response was inserted quietly and primarily in demand of common courtesy, or the appearance of such.
“We look forward to it.”
Watching her as she went, he remained otherwise still in expectation of the check. Resuming the reflexive observation of his surroundings, he pondered on the woman's worth to his associates' interests, contrasting it to the danger that she posed to them. Yes, she was very much a necessary evil in the procedural method of achieving their desired results, but she was far from the only option. Instead, she was the the best choice, as it stood right now. Her anger, however, was dangerous. Of course, it was the very reason she was chosen, given her circumstances, but he'd seen enough of the world to know that besides making her exploitable, it also led to chaotic decisions. In the worst case scenario she could be handled, of course, but the fallout of doing so would be difficult to entirely avoid.
Wordlessly, he signed for the drinks and food, then made to leave. Of course, given that the name he'd signed, matching the one the investigator had addressed him as, was merely the title for a collection of information neatly strung together to represent a person that existed only in record, he was effectively never there at all. Leaving several moments behind Merenska, he addressed no one on his way out.
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Post by Virianus Devinian on Mar 5, 2016 22:04:00 GMT -5
Undoubtedly, the sweeping din of the Hundredth Balcony began to dip and lower as the night began to wear on, the silky, silvered clouds of the Sigma City skyline lightly tempering the rambunctiousness of visiting dignitaries and other persons of interest. Some ventured below to grace gilded and stocked rooms with an unleashed excitement, while others sought adventure on the streets themselves, leaving the quiet and refined behind to enjoy the starlit view, calmly sipping drinks and enjoying quiet conversation . . . or making careful deals, when suspicious ears had already retired for the evening.
The calm time was exactly when Virianus Devinian enjoyed dining out, primarily as a matter of convenience – as the night wore on and the citizenry retired, the slower, less-dense crowds required equally less protection and ceremony for the head of the city’s judiciary, allowing Virianus to travel with a much more casual and less-obtrusive entourage. In fact, as the hooded and masked Magistrate of Vascxious Sigma stepped from the lift and approached the host, he only had two other bodies trailing their way behind him, two agents dressed in deep grey shawls, neither distinct, and neither too clearly of one gendered make or the other. A near wordless exchange took between a Grey One and the Hundredth’s host as the Magistrate strode into the restaurant’s main floor, seemingly unaware of the manner in which the patrons turned to stare at the new arrival. Virianus’ face, the red and black mask of the jester, was always smiling, so none could be sure if his visit to this place was meant to be a pleasant or troubling one, but it can be assured that the din, having already diminished its power and force, became little more than a whisper as the Magistrate made his way across the floor, moving carefully to approach one table in particular: that of the dark-haired King and her carefully-ordered beverage.
Virianus stopped before the table, his Grey Ones left behind and, apparently, forgotten, and canted his masked head as he examined the seated woman for a long, silent moment. Finally his voice poured out from behind the mask, clear and calm, with a melodic quality to its lilting, Sigma-toned accent.
”Do forgive me for stopping to stare – I had thought, for a moment, that you were someone I once had the pleasure of knowing. Clearly I was mistaken, though the resemblance can be said to be quite uncanny.”
Virianus bowed his head smoothly in a gesture of respect, still seemingly oblivious to the manner in which all nearby patrons had gone silent and endeavored to lean towards the man in their chairs just-so, likely in order to hang on each word of the interaction.
”Mistaken identity, however, can also be yet another disguise for serendipity, though I would be a fool to think myself capable of catching it in the act with any reliability. I notice that you are a newcomer here: allow me to officially welcome you to Vascxious Sigma, as the city’s Magistrate. I do hope you find your stay productive.”
With a careful motion, the man’s gloved hand gestured to the chair that sat both empty and opposite Nebuchadnezzar.
”May I?”
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Post by Nebuchadnezzar on Mar 5, 2016 23:22:37 GMT -5
“Well I thought you’d heard of everything, Little One.”
This before she was aware of the sound level in the restaurant very suddenly diminishing; her fine tuned and near alien senses picking it up with accurate measurement. It clearly meant someone important had arrived. Nebuchadnezzar chose to ignore it; figuring some celebrity or very important individual had arrived and said person would likely bear no importance in her personal arena. So she began to speak; a glance falling upon three figures draped in an excess of fabric and one in a...clown’s mask? No. Close not not quite— a jester. The King assumed they must have been entertainment.
Would it be to her folly?
Regardless, she had an ego which set her apart from Esarhaddon alongside three times the raw power and potential after her ‘gift’ from Mundus which inducted her, per her father figure, into the Shuinsai clan as royalty. While every physical detail of the King save for how she wore her hair was identical to Esarhaddon they were night and day in oh so many ways. The man who approached her table and soon informed her that he’d made the mistake of confusing her for her body double and fellow King would learn just where the similarities ended soon enough.
Finally, she’d turn toward the trio which had approached, well...her? How strange. The eyes that met the masked stranger were indeed familiar as he’d likely remember Esarhaddon’s eyes performing all sorts of unsettling changes in his presence. At the moment one of Nebuchadnezzar’s eyes was the normal, startling ice blue as cold as the environment outside and the other was black as pitch; solid and uniform with no evidence of a pupil, iris or sclera. She clapped the device in her hand closed and cut off whomever she’d been holding a conference with on the other line. A minute twitch of her skull and both eyes were back to a more familiar and humanoid presence— well, as close as they could come to it in that unearthly lack of color.
“Uncanny?” she’d pure; deep plum lips spreading to give him a smile that was warm and seductive but also somehow cold blooded all at once. “I’ve heard similar sentiments expressed before. You know what they say….everyone has a double.” She’d not made it clear yet that she knew Esarhaddon but also hadn’t hidden it. The King would allow the masked person to walk them into that particular conversation at his own pace. No need to come tumbling out of the dark with what was obvious. If he was curious, he could simply ask.
Nebuchadnezzar turned her stare a touch around the stranger; letting her eyes fall upon all those in the restaurant staring at them, at him, at her. This was certainly interesting. She could have accessed Esarhaddon’s memories and brought up anything she needed about this place and yet that seemed far less fun than a simple conversation. For her own entertainment, she’d wait until after the conversation she was for sure about to enjoy. And he’d asked to sit? Wonderful.
“Please, sir. I do enjoy company and your timing is impeccable. I was just about to begin to fancy myself a bit lonely. That would have been a shame.” Elegant and pale whitefingers gestured across her table to the chair he’d indicated; her expression matching the sentiment. However in truth Nebuchadnezzar didn’t know “loneliness”. She valued her solitude and opportunity to observe in silence. “An official welcome? I am honored. It is an absolutely beautiful city teeming with life, wealth and style. I’m nearly ashamed I hadn’t found the time to enjoy its sights and delicacies any sooner. And forgive me for being rude, I should introduce myself— ‘ The same hand that gestured was extended across the table toward him; long fingers reaching for his hand. Did he know the Kings well enough to understand what skin to skin contact accomplished? He likely wore gloves as most of such high station, did. Regardless, she meant the gesture in earnest and would show it by her smile widening.
“I am King Nebuchadnezzar. Envoy of the Shuinsai clan. Fear not, I have not arrived for anything political or untoward this magnificent city. I only needed to get away for a while.” A pause. “And who do I have the honor of meeting, tonight?”
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Post by Virianus Devinian on Mar 7, 2016 21:41:12 GMT -5
Virianus Devinian might have smiled beneath his mask at the acceptance of his proposition to join her: surely, his manner and speech seemed overly gracious, and were it not for the manner of his arrival and the peculiar style of his dress, one might have assumed him to be an ordinary suitor approaching an attractive conversation partner. However, the proverbial devil was in the details, and therefore geniality in manner alone would not, perhaps, be the most reliable indicator of intent, or even circumstance for that matter.
”A shame indeed, considering just how many fascinating figures occupy this city, and even this establishment, who might have kept you company. Still, I am glad that my timing was fortuitous.”
The Magistrate carefully pulled his chair and seated himself, folding his gloved hands carefully in his lap, his masked gaze, grey eyes beneath red and black shaped material, focusing intently on Nebuchadnezzar.
”In a philosophical sense, you may well be right about each of us having a double. However, I suspect few resemble theirs in such a precise way. Were I more of a believer in outside phenomena, I would almost venture to say you and she were one and the same, only separated by a wall of worlds, modified by a difference of time and circumstance. But, such is hardly relevant now, and were I in your position, I would find it quite off-putting for my table companion to spend the conversation comparing me to another. As it is, as a Vascxious Sigma representative, I am much more interested in your reasons for gracing our city with your patronage.”
The woman’s hand was met in the grasp of the Magistrate’s own. As he always did, Virianus was wearing dark gloves made of imported leather, a fact that should create a barrier between the King and her informational probing of his biology. However, Kings are sensitive to more than biology, and should Nebuchadnezzar pay attention, she might detect the slightest of energies coming from the city official’s form, a low, deep resonance that could be picked up in the slightest way among electromagnetic wavelengths. The resonance itself might not seem foreign – many structures and individuals within the city seemed to emit the same subtle, low-grade frequency, begging the question as to whether the Magistrate was even the wavelength’s source, or merely an acting retransmitter.
”If you have been at all rude, I’m certain it has been canceled by my acting in kind. Virianus Devinian; It is a great pleasure to meet you, King Nebuchadnezzar.”
The Magistrate withdrew his hand and set it back in his lap when the exchange of graces was complete, though throughout the exchanged, the masked man’s eyes never seemed to deviate from the King’s. Nebuchadnezzar might notice that the waitress seemed to have no intention of returning to the table – nor was she visible at all, though patrons nearby seemed to keep a close eye on the pair, though not, seemingly, due to intimidation. Several smiles were aimed the masked man’s way, and one particular older gentleman, seemingly dining with a few other well-dressed business partners, received a polite wave in response to his own in the Magistrate’s direction.
”I cannot say that I am personally familiar with the Shuinsai Clan, but I assure you that all are welcome within our borders. Especially those looking to relax and enjoy the expansive wonders our city has to offer. I’m curious as to what you might be interested in experiencing while you are here: as Magistrate, I’m abreast of most of the city’s attractions and goings-on, so I’m sure I can make a recommendation or two that you will find enjoyable.”
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Post by Nebuchadnezzar on Mar 8, 2016 17:18:49 GMT -5
“I am humbled by this privilege, Magistrate. Sought out, greeted with grace by the height of power within these confines. By a true gentleman, no less. I am honored to make your acquaintance” for once she wasn't at all being coy. An earnest disposition was usually only displayed by Nebuchadnezzar when safe behind closed doors where whispers could not escape. “Fortunately it is you who has joined me— not them.”
Coincidentally, the King had indeed been wondering where Mlle. Bladder Cancer had run off toward. Her Sidecar was coming down around the bottom hemisphere of the ice ball and might soon start to dilute. An establishment of this nature was one she'd assume might keep them coming, fresh and cold. Thus it wasn't difficult to see it was an intentional distance thanks to the very important individual who'd joined her for the evening. That and so many pairs of eyes were still failing at pretending not to stare.
“The precision is certainly one way to put it. The honest truth is my kind, we….come in pairs. Always. I'll assume you had some form of relationship with my other half. King Esarhaddon?” She took a sip of her cocktail before putting it aside in a gesture of finality. The Sidecar had become undrinkable. “While we are certainly wearing the exact same form, we are also very much night and day. I am genuinely surprised she had some sort of familiarity with this city and its Magistrate. She loves her secrets.” something passed over her features just then. Frustration but of a melancholic sort.
Yet another genuine admission. Why? Internally, Nebuchadnezzar had all but known earlier she could have accessed Esarhaddons experience and gleaned all she needed to know about this city and her role in the magistrate's life— until she couldn't. This was a first. Esarhaddon had somehow finally taken the initiative and learned to conceal some things. Virianus might catch the King whispering ‘Tricky, tricky, tricky…’
The Magistrate's voice brought her familiar, ice like eyes back to the gray ones shining beneath the mask. While capable of reading even the most minute micro-expressions all she had to work with was the sample of energy and the intensity of his gaze. For a King it was close to a form of blindness… It excited her.
“The Emperor Arcerion and his lovely Empress of the Vileur clan Bales would likely be more than honored to field such an invitation. I will be sure to inform them by my own hand.” Nebuchadnezzar was thankful that the bowl of cherries from earlier remained and consulted one; assuming at this rate she'd not see the waitress again.
“I assure you, the pleasure is mine. I'd be elated to receive any recommendations you have to offer, Magistrate.” As Nebuchadnezzar was a lady of court with a title she expected to always be honored she would use Virianus’ until he said otherwise rather than referring to his first or last name with any honorifics. ‘I must confess I've only arrived on a lark— I just have the most difficult time standing still, you understand? My wanderlust is the subject of legend according to those I call family.” Delicately, she paused to use her front most teeth to tear flesh away from stonefruit; in no way attempting to be seductive but very clearly enjoying the taste. Unlike most beings of incredible power she had never developed any cynicism toward even the most subtle experiences and other beings. Every move she made was measured and every experience savored.
Her inhuman gaze only deviated again from Devinian out of curiosity toward who he'd waved at.
“So in light of your curiosity I will confess I'm traveling blind with no companion other than my thoughts. I'm but a stranger in a strange land. Would it be disrespectful of your boundaries, Magistrate, for me to request your company and knowledge for any of the attractions you might recommend? I promise I won't be insulted at rejection.” She briefly raised both brows at him; letting it be obvious she was expressing fascination after the turn of events from a simple dinner to….this.
Nebuchadnezzar had a certain forwardness that Esarhaddon certainly didn't possess if he remembered her twins more passive disposition. She wasn't trying to be amorous with the Magistrate by any means but she had to know more, to learn about him and possibly fill in the gaps of knowledge where the other King had denied her.
A cascade of pure black hair was pushed from her bare shoulder to join the rest of the fall down her back. The cherry pit finally plucked from her tongue and placed on a small black saucer with three others. She still wasn't entirely sure who'd treated her to it.
‘If you'd allow me to ask what form of industries bring such prosperity to this powerhouse of a city? I have seen an experienced many wealthy metropolises but Vasxcious Sigma strikes me as one particularly well oiled machine. I myself am toying with the idea of establishing myself in industry sometime soon.”
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Post by Virianus Devinian on Mar 10, 2016 22:49:37 GMT -5
A small, polite laugh echoed from behind the confines of the Magistrate’s mask of office at the woman’s generous indications of privilege and gentleman, and the man called Virianus casually shook his head at the notions, extending his hand upward slightly in her direction with a gesture meant to dismiss Nebuchadnezzar’s honorifics and praise.
”Please, King Nebuchadnezzar, the honor in this meeting is mine. As Magistrate, I act not as ruler, but as judicator of established law and as arbiter of the city’s democratic process. Vascxious Sigma is a free trade republic, and therefore the power I hold is merely that granted to me to act on the behalf of the citizenry. I am no more remarkable than any other being in this room, and no more deserving of respect or honor than they.”
If Virianus made note that his show of entrance and personal guard in any way contradicted his statements, he gave no indication. Instead the Magistrate continued on calmly, his words well-formed, slow, and almost soothing in tone and delivery.
”As it is, I have had the honor of knowing and associating with the King Esarhaddon, your ‘other-half,’ as you put it. For a time, she served well as an elected member of the Vascxious Sigma Council, overseeing the city’s Fourth District as their representative. However, she became involved with the unelected ruler of another nation, and in that relationship conflicts of interest and an inability to complete her elected position developed, leading to her abdication of office. She no longer resides in the city, though I do hope her well.”
The Magistrate could be understood by Nebuchadnezzar, perhaps, to be speaking in overly-pleasant terms, though the gist of his explanation was correct: the King who had been a part of the Council’s engagements with another nation had caused to be deemed too unavailable too often to be of use as a City official, prompting her to leave the city and, presumably, take on her position within the other organization full-time. If her leaving had been voluntary or not was a question left unanswered for the time being.
”You can imagine, then, why you might receive your fair share of attention within the city, then, given your resemblance to a former city official. I assure you it will be benign – Esarhaddon was well respected in Vascxious Sigma – yet you may find yourself facing strange attention, or even questions, especially in highly populated areas of the city.”
Something within the Magistrate’s tone suggested that the attention garnered by her physical similarities may quickly become bothersome to Nebuchadnezzar – it was the King’s own guess just how her proverbial sister had been received by all parties of the city, including by the other members of the Council upon which she had chosen to reside. Virianus himself, however, dismissed the topic with a chuckle, moving back to focus the attention of the conversation on Nebuchadnezzar herself, as was polite in such a circumstance.
”Your request does not disrespect either myself or my boundaries, yet I am afraid I must meet rather than exceed your expectations and politely decline. With myself as your guide, I’m afraid you would see little more than a judicial waiting room, and. I would wish you a far greater experience in Vascxious Sigma than that. That said, however, it occurs to me that, since you could be considered a visiting dignitary, I would be more than within my rights to provide you with another escort. One who would make far better company than myself, at that, and one who could grant you access to whatever sights or experiences you might find enjoyable while visiting our city.”
As he spoke of enjoyable experiences, the Magistrate also turned subtly in his chair, caught sight of the server making a pass at a nearby table, and gently gestured for her to move in their direction. The woman’s hesitation was quickly masked by swift action, and soon enough she was standing aside the table, bowing her head slightly as she greeted the city’s head judiciary elect.
“It’s a wonder to see you out and about, Magistrate – do you want me to check if the Loft is open for you and your companion?” The server made for Nebuchadnezzar’s glass as she spoke, smiling politely at the King to let her know she would be back with a refill.
Virianus waved his hand dismissively, as he had done when Nebuchadnezzar first addressed him with such honor.
”Hardly necessary – unless my companion is interested?” The Magistrate would give room for Nebuchadnezzar to interject before continuing. ”That I may be here a few moments, and since I am sure there is no imminent danger in your storied establishment-“ Virianus spoke casually, with a soft chuckle in his inflection to indicate the jest of his words, ”- I wondered if you might be so kind as to seat my escorts at a table and get them a spot of dinner? On the Tower account please, and the same with my companion here.” The Magistrate indicated Nebuchadnezzar with a slight gesture.
The server quickly glanced across the floor, appraising the location of the Magistrate’s guard, and seemed to rapidly do the math as to where best they could be seated in her mind before smiling back at the masked man and the King pleasantly, each in turn. “By all means, Magistrate, I’d be happy to. I’ll get this refilled for you also.” With a smile, she indicated to Nebuchadnezzar at her second statement, and if not asked anything else, would step away to attend to both the drink and the arrangements after receiving a courteous ‘thank you’ from Virianus. If the King showed interest in the loft, the server would additionally check on its availability – if not, her other two tasks would keep her busy for a few minutes.
Devinian turned himself back to face Nebuchadnezzar fully again, laying his hands and forearms on the table before him, gloved fingers clasped in a very stately manner as he momentarily regarded his new dinner companion. The Magistrate didn’t yet know how to interpret the King’s intentions, but her candor thus far had seemingly encouraged the man to explore the possibilities of a positive relationship with the woman and wait and see what develops. With that in mind, Virianus settled in to answer the King’s most recent question, and as he spoke about the city above which they sat, the man’s intensity only grew from the level at which it had appeared at the outset of their interaction, his grey eyes alight with passion in a manner only somewhat softened by his smooth, calm vocal tone.
”Where were we? Ah, yes, the city’s industry: the simplest answer I can give you is ‘Trade,’ though such simplicity diminishes the greatness of the city substantially. As the only truly free, non-militarized, unaffiliated transit hub on the continent, we act as a communal importer and exporter for all nations in our vicinity. We trade with, and facilitate trade by, Azaleth, the Risis territories, and even Surkaaj in the far south. We accomplish this partially with the power of our infrastructure.”
The Magistrate gestured casually to the view from the 100th Balcony’s storied overlook and the expansive Airdock beneath, where sleek flying vessels, some as large as the mansions of the wealthy Azaleathan elite rose and descended in a rhythmic procession. The Airdock took up a large amount of Seventh District’s outer section, with the flight fields backing up nearly to the mountains ringing the city’s perimeter. If Nebuchadnezzar looked closely, he would also see rolling transport vehicles at one far side of the dock area, loading some goods and unloading others in a well-controlled line. The whole dock buzzed with activity, and in the dark seemed to be an endless sea of flickering changing light structures, as loading zones lit for workers to perform their tasks, and then plunged into darkness when the work of the moment was done.
”At first, we traded as most nations did – with long, slow, horse or steam-powered transports. However, some of our greatest citizens began innovating using the power source upon which the city sets – the Acacian Grid. Our technological achievements, then have become the most advanced on the continent, allowing us to create more efficient and cost-effective routes of trade.”
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Post by Nebuchadnezzar on Mar 10, 2016 23:58:06 GMT -5
A slow, wide smile spread across her features. Nebuchadnezzar could see already the purpose of his mask but in her opinion he did not need it. The way he spoke had a manner of being frank but also muddled, as if one statement seemed to carry four meanings at once and it was up the listener to form an interpretation of what Virianus intended to communicate.
‘I will take your assertions at face value, fear not. But may I draw my own conclusions toward remarkability.’ Coy but it was her way, in the end. The smile faded to a nearly reptilian stillness as the Magistrate's details concerning Esarhaddon proved to be more than fascinating. Tricky indeed. Esarhaddon wasn't formerly involved in anything outside of a King's normal directive— inserting themselves in positions of power wherever possible and only when there was enough of a threat to endanger what they were designed to most hold dear. But Esarhaddon had been messy in moving from one perfectly reasonable focus to another. Had it been love or pragmatism for what she saw as a greater threat?
Was her involvement with Mesiphidon one of obvious in intention or had she been seduced? It certainly complicated her view of Esarhaddon and left her impressed and confused.
“Now that is very fascinating. She certainly never informed me of such a position. My sister is quite a responsible figure so much that she sets an example for us all— to abdicate such responsibility must have been a carefully considered decision. As for any untoward attemtion, you would likely not be surprised to hear how used I am to such things.” Nebuchadnezzar plucked another cherry from the bowl and yet waited to bite into it as Virianus continued to speak. She wore a briefly disappointed expression for being refused— almost a pout but again not a true display but something coy and lighthearted.
“I must confess I lied in that I wouldn't be disappointed, but there is always another time.” Surely he might be wondering if she was laying it on thick— she wasn't. There had been too much time between Nebuchadnezzar enjoying the company of unfamiliar faces and entities that didn't lull her to sleep. “I am intrigued by your offer to provide an escort,however. I'm eager to see what sort of company I might be provided”
Finally, she bit into the cherry. She also gave the server another of her wide, winning smiles and leaned backward slightly to let her glass be seized.
“The Loft? I'd be delighted…” she turned back to the Magistrate as he made a light joke concerning… Assassination? Her expression remained pleasant, neutral and engaged. Especially when he began to speak of trade and technology.
There was something familiar about the technology as well. Nebuchadnezzar couldn't put a finger on it and it was likely pattern recognition and assumption— but she thought of Konstantine trapped in Novus Orsa by her own hand and shackled, if happily, to the advancement of that city and the science/weapon division of the ALIS, GREIL and greater Celesin in general.
Why?
Black hair moved like water again as she leaned toward the indicated display below and made a noncommittal sound of appreciation. The King always appreciated ingenuity.
“Perhaps one day I shall have the honor of meeting these fine citizens. As for myself, my people— the Dorian empire and Shuinsai family are beginning establishment in a highly contested territory known as Sanctum. The emperor's son, the young Prince Lucian Vileur-Shuinsai has only just established his own fief moments from a ‘Black Sun Empire’ which we see as allies. Contrary to the honorific I have little interest in ruling land. But establishing commerce on the other hand…’
Nebuchadnezzar trailed off as the rest was obvious as far as she could tell. She'd imposed herself in many situations and cabals in her seven years of living and yet hadn't put herself out there past choosing to operate and sponsor from the shadows
Finally, her eyes left the mask and the gray eyes behind them to….stare at his hands. It would stretch on a touch longer than it should have. And she asked a question without a hint of self consciousness or fear.
‘I'm sure you get this a lot, Magistrate— may I ask the purpose of your mask? Uniform, or...’ And she finally met his eyes again. Her own were still as close to normalcy as a King’s could be.
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Post by Virianus Devinian on Mar 16, 2016 21:37:41 GMT -5
Virianus chose not to comment directly on the woman’s coy remarks, in whatever manner they were delivered. The sort of interaction the two had entered was a dance of sorts, with each stepping carefully around the other, demonstrating both a reserve of motive and also a display of truth, each of which necessary in their own right to keep the dance both compelling and, potentially, productive. The Magistrate, for his part, seemed to take the King at face value, endeavoring to neither assume her motives based on her words, or to assume his ability to predict her actions based on his exposure to Nebuchadnezzar’s ‘sister’. The King was, though in a strikingly-similar physical form, her own person, and Virianus went to at least small lengths to ensure she felt she was treated as such.
”I hate that such is the case, but I also understand the sort of world we live in, so you are correct in that I am not surprised that a woman such as yourself is accustomed to undue attention. I can assure you, however, that the attention you suffer beneath in our city, while potentially bothersome, will also likely be far more benign than you would likely receive elsewhere.” Again, the Magistrate played at double meanings, but it would be up to his conversational partner to interpret them, should she choose to try and dive beneath the waters of Virianus’ semi-obscure language. ”As for Esarhaddon’s departure, as you have said, I am sure she weighed her options carefully before making her decision. I would be telling untrue tales, however, if I said her absence did not put us in something of a bind, though not one that will not be undone in due time.”
The Magistrate moved swiftly past his aside, waving the line of conversation away with a small gesture as though causing a bit of parlor smoke to dissipate and resolve into the unseen. Nebuchadnezzar’s pout prompted Virianus to reach across the table with one gloved hand, meaning to catch and rest lightly atop the woman’s own on the tabletop, perhaps in a more friendly and intimate gesture than she might have anticipated.
”I can assure you, my dear Nebuchadnezzar, that I would much rather journey about the city with you at my side than spend my next days seeing to the duties of my office, but such duties, I fear, are vital enough that they are nigh inescapable. That is not to say that I will be entirely unavailable in the coming days, but my time will be far too limited to act as a proper guide. There is one I can spare, however, who will both be good company and an impeccable escort for you, should you be interested.”
As quickly as it had come, the Magistrate’s reassuring grip on her hand would be gone, his palms pressed back together as he listened intently to the King’s explanation of her home region’s establishments. If Virianus had knowledge of any of the areas or dominions of which she spoke, he gave no indication, but quickly followed her statements on commerce with some of his oown.
”I too see less value in ruling others than allowing them, and their livelihoods and trades, room to prosper. If I might journey into the realms of curiosity, what manner of commerce might strike you interest? Perhaps I can find a party within Vascxious Sigma that can pique your interest and, perhaps, keep you within our borders for a time?”
As the Magistrate finished his sentence, the server quietly returned and indicated that the Loft was empty, and that they could move their dinner to it whenever they preferred. After thanking the woman with a few polite words, the Magistrate carefully stood and stepped to Nebuchadnezzar’s side, offering his arm for her to grasp so that she might rise and accompany him the short way across the dining floor to a set of stairs that were cordoned off by a red length of rope, seemingly guarded by a tuxedoed man with broad shoulders who would not hesitate to pull away the obstruction and allow them to journey upwards. Virianus would step up the stairs behind his guest, who would find that the multi-tiered stair would lead to a small loft with only a few tables, but arguably a far better ‘balcony’ view than could be found downstairs. A bar, and tender for it, sat aside in one corner of the small-but-cozy space, and the Magistrate would gesture for Nebuchadnezzar to pick whatever table she would prefer. Once she had chosen her seat, which the Magistrate would allow her to take before he moved to his own, Virianus would meet the King’s gaze again and answer the question she had asked before they had begun to move.
”Your guess is quite perceptive. The mask is a symbol of the Magistrate’s office, and though ceremonial in nature, is quite important in that it reminds both the wearer and the public that they who wear it and hold the office of Magistrate does not act only as an individual, but as an arbiter for the will of those they are elected to serve. A Magistrate with too strong a public identity might see to their own interests before those of the city’s populace, or act as a dictator rather than an administrator.”
Assuming that Nebuchadnezzar had settled herself, Virianus would do the same, a small chuckle coming from beneath the mask to which he currently referred.
”Members of the Council, of course, have visible and well-known identities, and are accountable to the districts who elect them. The Magistrate, however, as the tiebreaker vote in certain cases, is meant to be impartial, and in a way, without desires or aspirations of their own. Though, such can be a struggle at times, to be sure.”
Gesturing to the new location in which they were now residing, Virianus kept his gaze locked on Nebuchadnezzar’s in order to judge her interest in the change of scenery. The bar tender, lit by the soft, blue-neon lights ringing the structure, smiled pleasantly and began making his way toward their table to take their drink orders.
”This loft is favored by visiting dignitaries and business magnates, and is quite often the site of new trade negotiations: I hope you find it to your liking. Please, order whatever you would like; both the food and drink here are quite exquisite, and nearly anything you prefer can be made to order.”
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Post by Nebuchadnezzar on May 31, 2016 7:08:46 GMT -5
Assuredly; she did indeed prefer to be treated nothing like Esarhaddon. While having no idea how Virianus may have regarded her double nor what sort of relationship they had— she did note that he was treating her with the curiosity and graciousness he would any unique and respectable individual. It was a far cry from those who sometimes addressed her as if she were the other King. Even if their minds were linked it was quite rude. Sune’ere, another of Mesiphidon’s children had once called her ‘mother’...
Now, she had the Magistrate’s gloved hands over hers— a sweet gesture which she did not interpret as lascivious much as he hadn’t intended it to be. But it was such a shame he was wearing gloves.
Nebuchadnezzar wanted to learn. But the gesture in and of itself was telling of something which she could not put her fingers on. Not only did the gloves prevent her from a crash course of sorts in what made Virianus tick, but, the mask shielded her from being able to read his microexpression and more as if they were truly a silent language. Damn.
“I confess I do love parties and the like. Another something thematic toward my project in The Herald’s Spear. I would be delighted and grateful to field any invitations or suggestions, Magistrate.” She gave him a smile a touch wider than he’d seen yet. ‘It would also be an honor to experience an extended stay’ Now, the server returned and informed them that they could migrate— a bit more scenery in such a well constructed place was a treat. The “Loft” she imagined would inspire her for the near finished construction on a world far away from this one and she decided then and there if it was fetching enough? The King would have one of her own constructed. Not filching the unique design or atmosphere of course as she could create her own concepts.
Nebuchadnezzar took his arm after rising; her furs drapped over her free limb and the clutch in hand. After ascending the stairs and having a look about— oh yes: Heaven’s Blade was most certainly going to have a loft floor in the club floors. It would be a vision. In the meantime; she chose a table with the finest view as she assumed that was the point of the loft— a serene vantage point to enjoy. The steward from before was even kind enough to pull her seat out. Not that she needed such a gesture but luxury through treatment and service was always appreciated. And now, she was receiving an answer to a very important question: about the mask…
“Ahh. A bit like blind justice and deference. Quit a powerful symbol, I must say. I imagine it is quite revered and appreciated.” The King steepled her fingers and stared for a moment too long as if attempting to memorize the object or, perhaps— glean something from it. Only the returning bartender who had wandered off after pushing her seat in broke the gaze. Nebuchadnezzar was going to have to watch her behavior and gestures lest she become fascinated with the Magistrate. Her fascinations with certain figures could go many ways and not all of them beneficial to either party. But she was a construct as curious as she was obscenely powerful.
“Well, as I have already had a Sidecar and a delightful one I might say—’ she cronned; stroking a pale finger under her lip and soon coming up with something even she missed might amuse the Magistrate: ordering one of Esarhaddon’s favorites. “I will take a Fennel65. With Don Ciccio, of course.’ No more solids for the time being as she both had no true need to eat and had found her pallet satisfied by the Ranier cherries.
“So. My project of course has layers to it but below that in its simplest form is it a pleasure venue. Reed, the former territory governor and despot of worlds such as Rosa Decidua where I have chosen to begin my foray into commerce does not much appreciate the local and intimate closeness to his claims— but that’s none of my concern. Already the Dorian and Reedian politicians have expressed interest in registering as gentleman and honored guests. I suppose thats as good a start as any.” Another smile. “Alas, I am but a babe in the woods, regardless.”
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Post by Virianus Devinian on May 31, 2016 19:52:38 GMT -5
Devinian Virianus regarded his Kingly companion’s motions, words, and expressions with acutely focused, if still somehow casual, interest. Though he could observe Nebuchadnezzar taking extra-long looks, her probing mind seeking to uncover what might be hidden behind the façade of his office, the King would struggle mightily to catch Virianus doing the same. The figure cultivated a particular aire, or affect, that left the majority of those in his presence with the sense that the secrets of the Magistrate’s true identity were hidden deep, deep below the auspices of his office. Silver and gold whispers and truths may have been stitched tightly within the inner seaming of his robes or etched into the hidden surfaces of his mask, but the truths that lay beneath became no more visible through Devinian’s manner or speech than they did through the cold barrier of his mask. It was the subtlety, the mystery, that drew the eye, as it had Nebuchadnezzar’s this evening, but that mystery was well enough obscured that the core of the Magistrate’s person might well have been entirely empty, rather than filled with intrigue. The endless smile of the Magistrate’s mask surely seemed to find amusement in the thought.
The pair settled within the loft, and Virianus made certain to allow the King her seat before even considering to move for his own. He sat no differently than he had downstairs – well, forward, with a back straight enough to lend dignity to his position. And yet, something about the blue gloom of the loft changed the tone of the man’s visage – the mask became no more sinister in the off-colour reflection from the loft’s edges, but it did make the Magistrate seem all the more unearthly. Of course, Nebuchadnezzar could easily have passed over what subtle changes had overtaken the man’s presentation in favor of the loft’s spectacular view – the Airdock, lit well even at such a late hour, was an impressive and ever-changing landscape that was best seen from where King and Magister now sat. With any luck, Nebuchadnezzar would take the time to enjoy the view; Virianus, however, having kept his silence as the pair moved, made certain to remark on the King’s earlier words before she explained her venture in more detail.
”Not revered, no; but I believe that the impartiality dictated by the office is appreciated by the citizens of our city. Peace of mind is difficult to achieve if one does not trust in those tasked with upholding the law, and without peace, prosperity is always buried beneath the machinations of fear.” The Magistrate unclasped his hands and turned them toward the sky in an open gesture. ”Reverence if for clergy or kings, and the office of the Magistrate is certainly unlike both of these. With that said, if you choose to stay, I would be interested to hear your perspective on how the citizens view their government – the Tower may not be made of Ivory, but there is always a danger that being trapped within it as often as I am can detach one’s views from that of those living outside it.”
A soft note of laughter slipped from the man at Nebuchadnezzar’s description of her venture. ”A babe in the woods can either be under the protection of the wolves, or made a meal by them. Often, the difference is only in the temperament of the pack which finds her first . . . and the mettle of the babe, of course.”
Virianus nodded to the server as his compatriot’s drink order was taken, but when he was propositioned for his own, he waved the idea away, instead returning to speaking to his companion without interruption.
”If you are creating a venue of entertainment and pleasure, I believe you will find yourself right at home in our Second District – many entertainment venues can be explored there, and most at all hours. Yet, I would make a suggestion, if you’d allow it – A Judicial Affair, located just south of the Tower, is a favorite of those seeking entertainment, and those of the Council and Judiciary as well, as you might have surmised by the cheeky title. I myself have been known to visit, from time to time, but never for too long, lest I be distracted from my duties. I can assure you that you will find something to your taste there, and perhaps a few ideas that might mesh well with your project.”
Virianus didn’t remark specifically on the figures Nebuchadnezzar mentioned – they were not any the Magistrate was familiar with. That he did not remark on them, however, did not mean that Virianus did not file the information away for later, however.
”Those who wield absolute power rarely are able to hold their people in subjugation when their people are shown another way in which they may live – that said, dealing with such rulers is, at times, impossible to avoid. I often find it best to circumvent them, when possible – and when not, to ensure that they only may engage you where you hold the advantage, something that it seems you already intend to do.”
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Post by Virianus Devinian on Aug 2, 2016 23:27:58 GMT -5
Devinian Virianus, having said his piece, turned his attention from the woman opposite him to momentarily attend to the buzzing contraption in his pocket.
”Pardon me for a moment, my dear – unfortunately, an official’s work is never quite done, no matter the hour.”
With a gloved hand, the Magistrate gingerly removed his personal communikay from inside of his robes and carefully flipped it open, his unseen eyes examining the message he had just received from his most trusted aide.
It certainly wasn’t the most opportune time, but his assistant had brought a situation to Virianus’ attention that required something of a personal touch – and a fairly immediate one. Once the Magistrate had carefully tapped out his response on the device’s tiny keys and checked the message for errors, he clicked ‘transmit’ and turned his attention back to Nebuchadnezzar, bowing his head in apology to his dinner guest.
”It seems there is a matter to which I must attend, and therefore I will be robbed of your continued company for the evening. I apologize for the sudden nature of my exit – I much would have enjoyed spending more time in your presence.”
Virianus glanced once more at his communikay screen as the diminutive communication device buzzed again, a response that held the specific details he had been hoping to receive. How convenient: the meeting the Magistrate was being pulled to was, fortuitously, within the very same building he now stood. Getting up carefully from his seat and sliding the chair back in place, Devinian Virianus bowed his head again in recognition of the partner he was leaving, skillfully reaching into his pocket as he did so and producing a small, silver-etched card, which he would hand to Nebuchadnezzar. On the card were inscribed the man’s name, and title, as well as the location of his office at the apex of the Vascxious Sigma Central Tower.
”I was genuine with my offer to provide you a resource to become better acquainted with our fine city, however. Please, tomorrow, if you feel so inclined, take a small detour down to my offices: show this card to one of the attendants in the Atrium, and they will get you to the right place. Either myself or my assistant, Ms. Vaughn, will greet you, and connect you with a member of my staff who can give you a much more comprehensive tour than time would allow me to provide personally. His name is Vagus Jeffries – a student, and quite the sharp mind. I believe you will find his company to your liking, in lieu of my own.”
Assuming that the King chose to take the card, Virianus would respond politely to whatever parting words the woman chose to impart on him before bidding her goodnight and taking his leave of the loft and the 100th Balcony in its entirety, the Magistrate’s grey-clad security personally falling in step just behind him. Once on the lift, Virianus carefully tapped the key that would drop the magic metal box only three floors, down to 97, whereupon he would exit the lift, leave his security at its boundaries, and promptly approach room 2. The Magistrate didn’t hesitate to ring the soothing chimes of the door alarm to announce his presence to those inside, despite the late hour. After all – there was a very, very good chance that his next meeting would still be quite awake, regardless of their ignorance to the Magistrate’s imminent arrival.
{ Exit to 97th Floor }
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