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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on May 11, 2004 18:15:33 GMT -5
*Rumerin smiles, walks over and puts his hand on Sieg's shoulder, only briefly* You make me proud. Continue the practise on the sword. And keep up the good work. *He walks back to his desk* And wash your hair if you go hang out with that boy. *He sits down and takes up a file* *Sieg grins/glows with pride at Rum's words and stands* "Ok, Rum. I'll make sure to do that." *Sieg walks out of the room and closes the door behind him, then heads off into the streets and his usual haunts.*
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Post by Rumerin on May 11, 2004 18:26:22 GMT -5
*The man watches the boy leave, then takes out a file from a drawer and stares at it. It's the latest report on Jingzu Lunaria and the spell the Elf intends to cast. Rumerin frowns. It seems a horrible waste to him. Surely Jingzu cannot expect him to sell something like that for less than a very great fortune? He gets up and looks out of the window. He just spots Sieg's back turning a corner and out of sight. Such a waste of talent... He cleans away some of the files, writes in some, thinks a great deal. Well anyway he will get a decent reward for it, he hopes. He had better.
He leans back and reads the file on the Black Heart, growling at the last few additions. He throws it on the desk with an annoyed gesture. He picks up others- the knights in Caleria, the largely unknown groups in the Sewers. What a mess. The work annoys him. He clears it all away into his safe, looks out of the window and disappears*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on May 12, 2004 7:45:11 GMT -5
*Chris walks into the Corporation with the same easy grace he had exhibited in the Inn. He is wearing a long black coat which goes easily to his ankles, and black boot underneath. Ruby pin, depicting a sword with a spider shaped hilt, is on his right shoulder. He looks around, waiting for somone to notice him.*
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Post by Rumerin on May 12, 2004 7:58:44 GMT -5
*There is a woman waiting in the hall. She seems almost a marble statue, so white and hard is her face. Her hair is dyed a dark kind of blue, bound in a tight braid starting from the very top of her head, her eyes are almost black. She is wearing a simple red dress, and looks upon Chris as though she expected him. She did*
Good day to you sir.
*Her voice is flat and emotionless*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on May 12, 2004 10:40:17 GMT -5
*Chris returns her look with even less emotion. Nothing about him betrays anything of his intentions. He looks almost..bored.*
I am expected.
*He knows he is stating the obvious.*
Will I be meeting with him?
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Post by Rumerin on May 12, 2004 10:44:17 GMT -5
*She shakes her head almost mechanically*
You will have to be searched first. You may not be carrying weapons or scrolls. You will be subjected to dimensional anchor. And you cannot use magic within the confines of this building. If these terms are not to your liking, you are asked to leave now.
*Her voice remains the same*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on May 12, 2004 10:49:12 GMT -5
*She shakes her head almost mechanically* You will have to be searched first. You may not be carrying weapons or scrolls. You will be subjected to dimensional anchor. And you cannot use magic within the confines of this building. If these terms are not to your liking, you are asked to leave now. *Her voice remains the same* *Chris nods, then reaches into his sleeves. He begins pulling out throwing daggers, making a pile on the floor. He raches into an inner pocket, and pulls out another, sturidier dagger. Into his boods his hands go, and quickly come out with another three. He thinks for a moment, than reaches into the back of his coat, pulling out the final one. Finally, he pulls a silver medallion and adds it to the pile.* I carry no scrolls, and I have no skill in the arts, arcrane, divine, or otherwise. The medallion is how I left the Inn. You may anchor me if you wish, though it will serve no purpose. I have removed every weapon I carry on my person. *He pauses and waits, again matching the woman, who he has begun to suspect is a construct of some sort.*
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Post by Rumerin on May 12, 2004 10:56:48 GMT -5
*The woman looks completely unmoved and walks towards him. She keeps the same speed, never slowing down or speeding up, her passes are even and cover ever the same distance. She halts by him and does a quick search, then mechanically picks up the weaponry. When she bends over, Chris can see a thin seam running down the back of her neck. She picks up his belongings and carries them to an office in the back of the hallway. She does not stay away for long. When she returns she casts a demensional anchor on him then speaks in her monotonous voice*
He will see you now.
*She turns around and walks towards another office on the ground floor. She opens the door and waits*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on May 12, 2004 11:19:31 GMT -5
*Crhis remains as emotionless as the construct, though he wonders at the making of it. Mentally, he files away every detail about her, knowing that his superiors will want every detail about her. He does not bother to respond to her - talking to constructs always seemed an exercise in frutility to him, even the intelligent ones - and enters the room. Even unarmed, he seems like he is in complete control here, calm and ready for anything. His eyes immediatly sweep the room for signs of danger.*
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Post by Rumerin on May 12, 2004 11:25:17 GMT -5
*There is a single man in the room, dressed in easy grey clothing. He is slightly elderly, his red hair is beginning to fade. He has a short moustache and thin lips that curl up in a polite but rather pleasant smile. He gets up and gestures to the seat in front of the desk. The office is the same as any of the offices on the ground floor- no personal effects, just whatever is necessary to work here. No one else seems to be here. The woman pulls the door shut, butis not heard walking away*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on May 12, 2004 12:33:39 GMT -5
*Chris gives the man a polite bow, a mere bending of the waste. His neck does not bend, and he touches the pin on his shoulder gently - some sort of salute, it would seem.*
Remerin, I persume.
*Again, it is not a question - though something about his calm, relaxed manner says he will be offended and possibly angry if his presumption turns out wrong.*
My name is Chris. Do not take offense to my lack of a surname - I would provide you with one, if I had one. I come on a matter of mutual interest.
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Post by Rumerin on May 12, 2004 12:37:47 GMT -5
*The man smiles*
Rumerin. Pleased to meet you, Chris. Do sit down.
*He sits down and sit back*
Do you indeed? By all means, enlighten me. What is this matter, how could it be of interest to me, and who do you represent in this?
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Post by Barath'Daubre on May 12, 2004 12:43:14 GMT -5
*The man smiles* Rumerin. Pleased to meet you, Chris. Do sit down. *He sits down and sit back* Do you indeed? By all means, enlighten me. What is this matter, how could it be of interest to me, and who do you represent in this? *Chris sits down, his face showing the same emotion - nothing.* I represent the organization that has taken residence in the sewers of this city. I believe the cooliquial term for us is the "sewage guild." I was sent by the leader of the Guild to discuss the relationships between our organization and yours.
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Post by Rumerin on May 12, 2004 12:45:32 GMT -5
*He nods*
Very well. Discuss. I am listening.
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Post by Sieg on May 12, 2004 13:22:47 GMT -5
=Sieg gets into the house from his usual path and takes a long, long bath. After that, he cleans his hair, just as Rum told him to. He gets some of his other clothes, which aren't the best but not the worst. He goes searching for the Diviners of the house, hoping he doesn't have to hire Serenia. Would have to pay the music for that.=
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