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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.09.12 22:54:00 -
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A lone warrior loiters in the threshold for several minutes. His somewhat lithe form makes it difficult to tell if he is a normal sized Civire standing further back or a an average size Intaki standing slightly forward. After spending much too long than you should trying to deliberate, you decide that he is an amalgamation of both. He approaches cautiously, running his fingers through his hair to avoid making eye contact until he has reached the front desk. When he looks forward, you can't help but notice his subtly augmented eyes growing a dim yellow to match the overall aesthetic of the center. He adjusts his bomber jacket respectfully and clears his throat before speaking.
"Hail Amarr. I was hoping to speak to Kador if he was strutting about anywhere near here. It isn't urgent or anything, I was just hoping to visit casually."
He breathes out slowly.
"Tell him it's Fae, if that means anything to him."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.09.15 04:51:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:
Galm Fae.
"Ashaltiasten, Fae- han" He said, trying to sound as civil as possible given the circumstances, presenting himself before the man with a curt bow.
"Odd to see you here..... and oddly brave of you to show yourself before the Classiarii after our most recent encounter*.... I am told you wish to speak with me...though now is not the best of times..... a personal matter I hope you understand**."
The left side of Galm's face twitched, revealing a chip in his otherwise spotless facade that he carried with him as a baseliner. It was one out-of-character slip as he tried his hardest to act perfectly sane to the world around him. Most of the time it was easy, but the templar's words had triggered some nervous response that he was trying very very hard to suppress.
He wanted Frentix. Bad. He clentched his fist as hard as he could to provent himself from shaking before relaxing his shoulders and regaining his composure.
"Haan," he corrects politely, the vowels of the word extended barely past a noticeable difference, "Fae-haan. Decent attempt though, I commend you for it soldier."
His response was certainly spoken in Amarr, but his Pureblind accent was simply horrendous. The word were far too stretched out and slurred, rolled over and cast out of place as if to be as imposing as possible without the least bit of tact while still maintaining just enough consonants to sound intelligent. His subtle smirk is enough for the Templar to tell that keeping his tone was more a matter of preference than lack of ability.
Admittedly, it suited Galm perfectly.
"I'm... Sincerely sorry about the damage I may have caused. Congratulations on your victory, last I check that Caldari auxiliary you had working for you didn't actually upload the data before I sort of lost my ****. No hard feeling on your people putting me down by the way, it needed to happen. Frankly I just mark it as a victory that I got as far as I did!"
He laughs sheepishly, waiting for Kador to reciprocate. He doesn't.
"Anyway... Is the doctor doing well? I suppose that is something we shouldn't talk about out here actually, you never know who could be listening. I feel pretty bad so... Maybe if we went inside for a bit to discus things? Not that it has to be about work! I would take politics, religion, family values, current events... You know, dinner table conversation."
He squints uncomfortably, then looks away for a moment as he dips into his pockets. He sneers painfully as he pulls out a rectangular can and two rather large cigars. He holds them out for a while, wondering if the Templar even knows what they are
"I brough smokes. And long-limb roes. If you had some crackers we could share them or something, I don't know. For the roe I mean... You wouldn't want to put cigars on crackers."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.09.16 05:30:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:
" Forgive me Fae-haan if I do not partake of the cigars, such pollution of the body is..... something I try to avoid whenever possible..... certain people I know would give me an earful if the found out..... as for crackers? I am sure the servants could arrange something."
Galm cocks his head curiously, pursing his cigar between his lips as he slowly pushes the other back into his pocket.
"Worried about your health, templar? You might have picked the wrong profession if that's the case."
He snickers charmingly, biting down into the unlit madaro. He rolls it in his mouth as Kador finishes bowing to his servant, eventually removing it and tucking it into his coat out of respect.
Quote:"Well Fae-haan....... where should we start?
"Perhaps I should be asking after Eskola.... or Niina. I know little enough of you and yours beyond the battlefield."
Galm seems legitimately stumped, not entirely sure how to proceed. Certainly it was a topic worth mentioning in good company, but Kador was no friend of his. Both certainly knew it, yet both continued the illusion if only to maintain a brief moment of sanity.
"Well," he ventures, "I suppose that's a civil question as any. Truth be told, Miss Eskola-Fae prefers to keep the mercenary world at arm's length rather than draw much of any attention to herself. She continues her small arm's production, I get access to any sort of replication technology I need to manufacture my own weapons and armor, and in exchange I serve as a one man security team to execute any and all contracts that may be needed of me in between freelance deployments. It is all payed in Aurum off the books, and I am permitted to roam the stars so long as I always come to her aid."
He swallows hard and hides beneath his unkempt hair, lightly beating himself on the back of the head.
"Look, I know that it's no secret that her and I are an item. It's just... We've hit a bit of a rough patch recently. I'm not quite sure how else I could put it than that. We're still together of course, we're just... Spending a bit of time apart for now."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.09.16 23:57:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:
"Anything particular? They say Nightfall of Saisio III is a wonder of the State. We have a vast selection."
Galm snaps his head side to side, clearly entertain with the display.
"I suppose the host has first choice. Though Saisio III does sound lovely."
He slowly relaxes and continues to speak as Ouryon punches all manner of settings into the terminal.
"You know, you really needn't congratulate me. The marriage was really more of an elope, an impulse decision settled and done in a matter of days. It was a stupid choice truth be told. But it's a damnable thing, love. Here we are, two immortals with the rest of eternity before us and yet so afraid of losing each other that we can't bare to be apart. I can't see myself with anyone else but her and she doesn't feel safe with anyone else but me. So why not just settle the marriage and be done, right?"
He leans forward so his head is right beside Kadors, eyeing him casually while his pupils swap to a glowing silver.
"The service was humble. Just her, myself, and a close friend as the priest. He's... a 'captain' so we supposed he was authorized to conduct that sort of service. It was all held at this delightful lighthouse off a rocky coast on New Caldari Prime."
Just as Ouryon finishes and the display spins to life Galm shoots back to a straight stance, soaking in the transformation around him as it unfolds. He continues the conversation, trying his best to mask his entertainment.
"And you Kador? I don't suppose you're to be bothered with matters of the heart?"
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.09.17 03:11:00 -
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Galm chuckled. Not out of spite or cruelty, he just found something funny was all. Looking up, the artificial sky seemed so impossibly real against the backdrop of the surrounding hallway. As a child, he never had to bother with looking up to see such a brilliant night sky. Space was always in front of him, stretching out to unfathomable distances through turbulent storms and spectacular nebulas. He had never set foot on the Achurian homeworld, but it felt so surreal to think that he was looking at the exact same universe. It was all just from a different angle.
Kador's words echoed through his head.
So there is a man buried in there, Fae pondered.
"I won't pretend to know what that must have been like, templar. But you have my sympathies. As far as the issue of your blood, now that I can certain relate too. I must have gotten into a hundred fights as a child trying to bury my father's sin of laying with an Intaki. I was perfectly convinced that there was no place in the State for a halfbreed, and I had no doubt that if anyone knew of my heritage I'd be impossible for them to reciprocate any affection I might have for them. So I hid it as best as a could. Gods and spirits, sometimes I still do."
He shakes his head dismissively, still looking up at the stars.
"The Winds have irksome ways of proving us wrong I suppose. But you have to be ready to learn before the universe can teach you. Whatever you've been forced to believe about the Ouryon, you can't let yourself believe it. Someone in the cluster has to be on your side... And until you find that someone I suppose it might as well be you.
"Tell me, how long do you intend on carrying out your god's will anyway? For the rest of eternity? Make no mistakes, I truly I respect your dedication to your faith! But certainly his will can be served in more ways than one? Is not the creator's will to see his legacy prosper?"
He turns to Kador, his words taking on a much more genuine tone.
"And what of Satja? You and the slave seem to be very close, no?"
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.09.17 04:12:00 -
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"Humph," Galm huffs as he nods in acknowledgement. He ducks down to his boot and pulls out a ceramic knife before digging into his pocket and producing the can of long limb roes. Carefully, he digs the knife into the aluminum and begins to peel back the top. The smell is impossibly strong, powerful enough to cause a less refined man to recoil at the musk of ocean brine. The black, smooth pearls glisten under the artificial starlight, just begging to be consumed by those with the pallet to appreciate them. Galm passes the can to Kador carefully, letting him take the first taste.
"Yes," Fae sighs as he relinquishes the can, "I suppose you are right. To think anyone would sink so low as to court... Ancestors choke, to even love a tribal. A matari burn victim no less! I mean, I've always known they were hellspawn but to see one that has actually endured the fire! You must understand Kador, I was only trying to be polite."
He ducks back down to sheath his knife, but continues to speak the entire time.
"She is your property afterall and I would hate to insult it if it actually meant anything to you. Kudos for even honoring your ownership as well Ouryon-haan. I certainly would have sold it off by now, and I'm not just saying for the profit."
Galm eagerly grabs a handful of crackers and began forcing them into his mouth one after the other, never breaking eye contact.
He's certainly going to kick my ass for this. But it's what he needed to hear.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.09.17 05:36:00 -
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Galm nods vigorously in agreement, seemingly ignorant of Kador's obvious distaste. Fae carefully scoops a generous portion of the roe, closes his eyes, and bites into the cracker. He physically relaxes as the full intensity of the flavor overtakes him.
"Yes, I suppose I should have mentions that this particular roe is very rich. It is harvested from wild long limbs, which are impossible to breed in captivity. Some baseliners will save their stipend for an entire month just to buy a can of this to last the year. Now, I am not normally one for opulence but I am always more than willing to spend a few hundred credits for this!"
He chews it for several minutes, obviously making every bite go a very long way. When he finishes he sets another cracker and turns back to the templar, his eyes unintentionally flickering a dull red.
"I suppose we've gone through the appropriate formalities now. Unless you would prefer more banter? Otherwise I... Suppose I should get right down to why I'm here in the first place. Not that I don't enjoy this chat, but I think we both know I wouldn't have come here unless I had good reason."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.09.17 22:45:00 -
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The response was... Less ardent than Fae was hoping for, but it would do. The Templar was ridged, bound by a daft set of backwards fundamentalist ethics that he felt compelled to observe. It was a little more than ironic that the same rules that so often clashed with Galm's methods and ideology were the only thing keeping Kador chasing him off in the first place. It was just as planned. Any man could be manipulated given enough effort, and Ouryon's honor code worked as a delightful little operations manual.
"Well now Templar, that is the best part in all of this!"
Fae lifts his cracker into the air in a congratulatory toast.
"I am in need for a favor! More specifically, I would like to hire you for a personal contract! You would be well compensated for you efforts of course, and I can assure you that you will be permitted to act at your discretion while on the battlefield. No taking orders, no chain of command, only a set of professionals executing a very specific task!"
He lowers the roe and takes a bite, speaking through a small mouthful of food.
"Now, please don't give me that look Kador. This is, afterall, mostly your fault. You see, had I secured those data files I was so eager to escape with I could have simply paid someone off and there would be no need for bloodshed. But thanks you and your meddling I am now in need of a much more direct approach. You see, this could have all been civil but my patience with the man is wearing ever so thin. I don't just need him killed, I want his legacy erased.
"In the Tenal region there is a backwater station run by the Guristas. I need it completely destroyed, and the man in charge brought to me. Obviously this is no small task, and to execute it I am in need of several professions that I have worked with in the past. People I, reluctantly, trust. Most should be easy, provided I can even find them. Denak may be tricky to conscript, but we have maintained friendly relationships in the past. You however, Ouryon-haan, are the only piece that didn't quite fit. So I came here personal so I can say all of this to your face. I need you."
Fae extends his hand, beaming with self-satisfaction.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.09.17 22:56:00 -
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(( Actually, interesting you should ask this. Playing as Galm I KNOW for certain there is a man under there. Nothing makes him happier than chipping away at Kador's shell and seeing what's really inside. Basically Ouryon = Galm's Kinder-egg.
I'll replace this with a post eventually.))
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.09.18 06:48:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:
"Fine then..... if I have to fight for something I'll fight for that."
Galm doesn't flinch. It's hard to tell if he's in shock or if he expected Kador's response the whole time. When he speaks, his voice is flat and throaty.
"Rikaato, eskeitan. I'll forward the details of the assignment to you. Until then, moitte Ouryon-haan."
Galm adjusts the zipper on his jacket and begins to depart, waving sheepishly on his way out. As he turns away, you swear you see him wipe something from his face.
Or maybe it was just an itch.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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