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Post by Carlos on Sept 14, 2012 16:05:46 GMT -6
Sarcanus had not attended the Academia for many years. Even so, they had their own set of rooms, which had been in disuses. When they heard that the Marquis of Sarcanus was to be attending the day before. They rushed to clean the rooms and make it ready.
Patriel calmly waited for the school attendants to bring his possessions inside the room. But he only seemed to care for the large case they were bringing in. When they'd gone, he strolled through the rooms, uninterested in the fine crystal vase and beautiful flowers. The old pictures that had been left by his long past relatives.
He felt instantly bored and wanted to be somewhere else. But then a wrap at the door came. A fresh faced youth greeted him. Patriel's eyes narrowed, this didn't look like a servant, his clothes were much too nice and his posture also said of someone trying to be dignified. The young man bowed slightly before him.
"When I heard that a Sarcanus would be attending here. I came as fast as I could!" Siede said with a broad smile.
Patriel face wrinkled with annoyance. "Who are you again?"
"Oh! My apologies! I am Siede Cirene!" The youth said excitedly.
"Right, the Lesser Cirene, I'm surprised your House could get you in this...place." Patriel said bluntly, his eyes wondering around, more interested in the structure of the doorway.
Ah there's that famous Sarcanus bluntness.. Thought Siede, but kept a smile on.
"Did you want something?" Patriel asked as he turned his attention back to Siede.
"Ah..no.. Just wanted to be friendly. My family has been ever grateful for the contract we have with your great House. Many praise the power of th-" Siede was saying in a praising manner, before Patriel slammed the door on him.
"What a waste of breath..." Patriel said begrudgingly as he went into the bedroom to take a nap.
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Post by Carlos on Sept 16, 2012 14:58:45 GMT -6
Patriel returned from delivering Ven to the Director, which seemed like a waste of time to him, there must have been other people that could have handled it. Casually walking through the hallway, he tossed the graphic overlay projector on a nearby table, but then paused and turned halfway to look around. Something seemed different. Suddenly a wire tried to wrap about his neck. However Patriel brought his fist up and the wire made contact with his forearm instead of his neck. The uniform he wore has four high tension cablings woven into the sleeve at even intervals. It kept the incredibly thin wire from slice through his arm.
Driving his head back, he managed to daze his assailant, followed by kicking off with both legs against the wall opposite him. The attacker's skull, sandwiched in between Patriel's head and the wall, collided hard. The grip on the wire now loose, he slipped out from it, and turned to the man on the ground. Suddenly Patriel reached into the man's mouth, breaking the would be assailant's jaw, then drew his blade and carefully pulled out he poison filled tooth he had. Looking it closely for a moment, he pocketed it, then quickly bound the man and dragged him to another room.
Hurriedly, Patriel rushed to his belongings and pulled out a medical kit, particularly the analyzer. With a quick poke of the sensor, the machine analyzed his blood, it came back negative for poison or other hazards. Sighing faintly he set about tending to his arm. The wire had still managed to cause several deep lacerations. After he had finished tending to the wound, he turned his attention to the suite itself. He'd been sidetracked by the Director. His first order of business should have been to secure the suite.
Quickly he put up a few sweepers and tied them into his portable super computer. They analyzed for transmissions or electronic signatures. As well as visual scan of the rooms. Searching for potential traps. Even using odor detection. Meanwhile he set up several sensors on the windows and doors. As an added measure, he placed small explosive booby traps on the windows. Following that up with setting micro cameras and sensors around the suite. It's likely other Houses had whole teams of people to do this. However self sufficiency was important to the Sarcanus. Only his mother treated him differently.
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Post by Carlos on Sept 17, 2012 15:49:03 GMT -6
His breathing heavy, body coated in gleaming sweat, his body glistening in the sun of the open window that he dared risk leaving open. It was however worth it for the delicate way the wind blew over his sweat soaked skin. It was quite serene here. Unlike the coldness of metal confines aboard a ship or station. Patriel had spent his latter life in such places. Only the comfort of being around others alleviated the negative affects of such environments. Which is why the Sarcanus did as much as they could to foster a strong sense of camaraderie, always encouraging activities that involved groups of people, and shunning solitary entertainment. There were of course those with the right temperament for the solitude of the plasteel box and they were typically assigned to tasks requiring a measure of isolation.
The chime of a transmitter broke Patriel's reverie. Flipping from his hands onto his feet and swooping up the transmitter in quick fashion. It took a moment to decrypt, revealing a series of numbers, coordinates. Quickly he through a tank top and and headed out the door.
His muscles were toned from the recent work and the shirt did little to conceal it. At first he didn't notice, but there were a few ladies giving him long glances, when he realized it he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. Sure, assassins and rival houses, no problem. The attentions of a beautiful young girls was another story. Though he had been warned repeatedly since birth not to fall for a beautiful eye. Which caused him great dismay, he knew it sourced for his mother, and who she was..
Patriel was forced to head out to a somewhat isolated area to retrieve the probe that they'd sent down. A gamble. However there proved to be no ambush waiting and he retrieved it with ease and returned to the suite before the noon classes started. Making a quick change of dress, he headed to class, opting to transfer the probe's contents to his data pad before leaving. Confidence in his security, he still did not want to leave it to chance.
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Post by Carlos on Sept 18, 2012 22:39:20 GMT -6
Patriel disengaged the security on his front door. He moved in carefully, trying to avoid crushing things with his power armor. "Come in. Just don't open any windows if you don't want to die." He called out from a side room. Backing up his armor into the metal case. Which was more then a case. It was a high grade repair station. The case came to life as it released the armor and he climbed out from it. Casually he set the repair station to do a diagnostic on it.
Calmly he went back into the living room and went over to a case sitting on a table at the far end of the living room. Retrieving from it a bottle of fluorescent blue liquid and another one of a hazy brown liquid.
"I personally don't drink often either. But when I do. I drink a Rieleen alcohol my uncle gifted me when I graduated from the Academia Militaire. Mixed with a nanda melon juice. It's very easy to drink," he said as he began to pour and mix in two cups. He walked over to Ven and handed it to him. Watching him to see if he would even drink.
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Post by Pitman on Sept 18, 2012 23:00:11 GMT -6
As he entered the suite he noticed it look very small for a Great House but coming from Patriel he wasn't surprised about the man from what he seen. Ven accepted the drink now interested in what this new Rieleen was. He first smelled it not sure at first then drinks it. The taste was completely different and couldn't put what it tasted like.
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Post by Carlos on Sept 18, 2012 23:24:13 GMT -6
"So Ven. I assume I can call you Ven. Just don't call me Pat or I will kill you," Patriel said as casually as he was comfortable with. Sipping his drink, he quite liked it, but he seldom indulged in it. "How has this, fine, establishment been treating?"
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Post by Pitman on Sept 18, 2012 23:49:58 GMT -6
Ven took more of the drink then thinks about it a moment. After finding the right words he then replies, "Well on the account on having the entire school hating me, assassin's failing to kill me but hurt innocents instead, and going through the sewer to get my mansion open. Pretty good as long its not bandits raiding a supply ship or other means that pertains to hands breaking..."
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Post by Carlos on Sept 19, 2012 0:12:47 GMT -6
Patriel nodded his head as he looked down into his drink. Taking another long sip. "That sounds about right. The school's crazy directors, the legion of murders that call themselves nobles, private interest groups, assassins lined up for the highest bidder. And of course there's your own family to worry about. Expectations and duty." He said in a somewhat agitated tone. Then downed the last of his drink in one go. "It's all just a game in the end. The one they play." He added pointing out a nearby window.
Walking back over to the table where he left the bottles he mixed another drink for himself. Holding the drink up like a toast, he turned to Ven. "To not getting caught in the crossfire."
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Post by Pitman on Sept 19, 2012 9:56:29 GMT -6
Picking his glass back up he agrees and replies, "Agreed."
Finishing his drink Ven then says, "This game they play truth be told I wouldn't be such a good player... as you know I am not originally meant to be Marquis never was made to be taught to lead a nation at most leading men into the thick of battle was originally my destiny. To eventually become Lord Commander of the Order of the Rose and lead wars in my brothers name. Alas circumstance has lead to this den of vipers. Mine its reasonable my brother died thus forcing me to become the heir but you. Your being here is something out of the ordinary. Its been forty years since any of your House even came to Academia Supremus, almost like it disappeared on politics as well practically. Now suddenly you show up around same time I show up.... now oh all people James Gransela shows up as well. This is the first time in sixty years that all three heirs of the three greatest Noble Houses suddenly show up on the same year.
Don't you think its odd? As well I been hearing there are rumors circulating that has the entire House of Nobles and House of Lords on edge. Don't you think this is too coincidental? Not to mention as I read up on my current history the Director himself is the youngest to be Director of the Academia. It is like something is going to happen and we don't know what it is."
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Post by Carlos on Sept 19, 2012 14:36:42 GMT -6
"There is nothing suspicious about why I'm here. I did something my father didn't approve of. So he exiled me to this place. Away from my friends, my family, and my people..." Patriel said bitterly. He was genuinely fond of the people he served, in his mind, he served them. Not the other way around as so many nobles see it. The only reason he bothered inviting Ven to drink. Was because of that good nature. Plus, he wasn't sure if he could trust the man, he seemed kinda wishy washy. "Best you can do is be prepared for whatever the Universe may bring you."
Patriel set his cup down and stretched his shoulder. "Yep, that's me, prepared. I didn't even bring any pictures with me."
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Post by Pitman on Sept 19, 2012 20:04:17 GMT -6
"I guess you want no one to use any weaknesses you have. Patriel I can see a man who has good intentions and caught in circumstances out of their control. A man who wants to do good for his people, to protect them and be deserving of their loyalty. I can see why my family has always respected House Sarcanus and your people. Your a one of a kind that is extremely rare in an Empire always at each other's throats and taking the route for best stability and best way to bring peace.", Ven soon said.
It was the truth though House Avenor may respect them didn't mean the rest of the Duchy of Aurlia did. Many bickering and resentment to a House that were a lesser House who became their better. As well in their misguided ways of the believe the strong must protect the weak and they are destined to rule them to show them the way to make them stronger. An Old tradition and one of the few Houses who still believe in the Old Ways.
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Post by Carlos on Sept 19, 2012 20:38:32 GMT -6
Patriel sighed heavily. "You should be careful with your perceptions." He said as he placed the two bottles back into the box that he normally kept them. "People tend to let you down. Things like respect only carry so far." he added.
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Post by Pitman on Sept 19, 2012 20:53:53 GMT -6
"Probably but it doesn't stop me from using it.", Ven soon said then suddenly his portable terminal made a noise which can only be a call from someone.
"Uhh Excuse me a moment... Ya its me what is it Aurora?", Ven asked as he put the thing on speaker.
"Master Ven there was an intruder attempting to get into the Mansion luckily the defense systems killed them before they got further. From my own scans on the weapons they carried it was most likely the same ones who attacked you yesterday.", the AI said on the speaker.
"Should of known that Earl Ralgos is still trying to get rid of me again. Thanks Aurora keep me updated if anything else happens.", Ven said as he closed his terminal.
Though Ven may look like a gullible idiot at least he was smarter then he shown.
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Post by Carlos on Sept 19, 2012 21:06:03 GMT -6
"You should consider removing the problem instead of letting it progress," Patriel remarked. "Unless of course you have no proof of it"
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Post by Pitman on Sept 19, 2012 21:08:54 GMT -6
"Dead proof... no I rather just confront him during the Tournament at least there I can think of something...", Ven soon said as he noticed the time that already passed.
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