Negara II Plaza -- Embassy District (Kaitain)
The tree-lined boulevard that runs parallel to the lake opens into a plaza. Several gates, leading into the lavish embassies, open inwards to face a marble statue of Muetana Sarobella who stands silently looking down at the people who pass her.
Players:
Shane
Exits:
Carved Gate <E> leads to Reception Court -- Bajazet Embassy (Kaitain)
Gateway <W> leads to Courtyard -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain)
Slidewalk <S> leads to Traffic Loop -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Rue Cenva <SW> leads to Central Plaza -- Embassy District (Kaitain)
Shane is making his way through, his hair blowing slightly with a bit of a breeze that seems to tease at the streets of Kaitain in a threatening fashion. NOnetheless, the powerful Swordmaster seems to be enjoying...a stroll. How...quaint.
Shane
Part rock, part imp, one is perhaps perplexed by the contrasts in Shane's features. Short cut sandy-blonde hair gives the man a look of one slightly younger than he truly is. The look, somewhat boyish, gives way to a face bronzed by prolonged exposure to the sun. Light green eyes are almost transparent with the area around his temples marked by laugh lines. In a flash, however, this jovial face with its hard-edged jaw and full reddish lips can harden to cause the harsher features of his jaw to stand more apparent and his eyes to harden to little green rocks staring with intense scrutiny. At roughly 6'0" in height and a build appropriate to his height, the man moves with an unmistakable grace. A new addition that adds a sinister expression to the typical jovial look is the scar that runs from his right eyebrow to his right jawbone that echoes as a permenant reminder of his duel with the former Ginaz Siridar.
Dressed for official business, his broad shoulders are framed by the navy blue of his uniform's shirt. Folded back at the wrists, a pair of red cuffs climb three inches up his forearm, adding a bit of flare to the uniform that is matched by the red banded collar of uniform top. No buttons visible, the area where the banded collar fastens at just to the left of throat descends down to end just at the right side of his waist. The shirt sits over a pair of light brown trousers that fit snug but flatteringly to his lean thighs and powerful calves. Similarly-coloured brown boots lace up his feet though how high they climb is covered by the way the pant legs hang outside the boot. Over his left breast, the emblem of House Moritani, a burgundy red fleur-de-lis on a white background, is worn proudly. At either side of his hip, a pair of curve-bladed daggers with white ivory hilts sit in sheathes, attached to a thick brown belt holding his personal shield generator that surrounds his waist.
Shane just looked at you.
Sisay exits from the Ginaz embassy, acompanied by two young Ginaz guards. She seems to be heading towards the lake, walking casually, her eyes seemingly lost in deep thought.
Shane cants his head to the side. Oh look, a Ginaz...leaving. He grins to himself curiously...as he realizes it's not just 'a' Ginaz but in fact it is one of THE Ginaz. His eyes flicker curiously, even lingering over the shape of the woman he's not seen before but in vidclips and the like, and he begins to fall into step behind.
Sisay crosses her arms on her, hugging herself as she avoids the Harkonnen Embassy in a big arc. Walking down the alley, without any fixed target, the Lady starts to murmur a song, brushing the leaves on the nearby trees as she passes by. One of the guards notices the Moritani, but his warning chuckle goes unnoticed by the Lady.
Shane smiles to himself as he is seen by the guard. Not that he would expect the guard to be able to keep up with him, he can appreciate of course the position one is placed when protecting their Lady. And so he grins, amusedly....as he approaches anyway, "Good day," comes a warm, even pleasant voice.
Sisay turns around and lets out a slight "Ooh" as she is suddenly woken up from her daydreaming. With a discrete but firm gesture of her hands, she notifies her guards to step back, giving her "room". Oh, this room for the Lady, which is so heavily disputed by the Swordmistress.... But the guards comply and step a few paces back. Sisay curtseys gracefully, yet her eyes study the man in front of her. Moritani. More she can't say about him. " Good day, my Lord..." she murmurs in a shy voice.
Shane smiles, "Good day," he intones, as he looks over towards the path you seemed to be heading towards. He himself seems to love the breeze, white teeth shown in spades by the continual growth of that smile in direct proportion to the blowing of the breeze. "I hope I did not interrupt. I simply saw you out, seeming to be on a walk, and thought I might join."
Sisay smiles and runs her hand through the curls of her hair. "Oh, you didn't interrupt, my Lord,. I usually take a walk between my lessons... "she says, approaching slightly. "I don't recall having had the honour of meeting you before... I only know Lord Marco...
Shane gently extends a hand to you, as he looks after you curiously, following your hand to the curls before looking back then to your face, and he smiles. "The Count Shane Padron of Antilles, Swordmaster to House Moritani..." and of course slayer of your former Siridar, but who's counting hmmm? :-)
Sisay's smile beams on. "Lady Sisay Ginaz, niece of our Marquis Jacob Ginaz." she presents herself as she approaches and nestles her hand securely under your arm. "Oh, yes, the duel..." she murmurs, "I don't know wether to be thankful or not ... I wasn't very much into... ummm... politics at that moment..." she explains and giggles merrily.
Shane nods, quietly, as he lets you take his arm and he smiles, his hand coming to close then over the hand of your own, eyes sparkling as he lets his eyes focus gently upon you. "What were you into M'lady?"
Sisay bursts into laughter and says simply "Hitchhiking with smugglers and climbing mountains..." The Lady might laugh now, but the headlines were full of reports of Ginaz militia following the little redneck lady all around Marcinko ever since she turned thirteen. However the 'rulers' of the Ginaz House had many other things on their mind at that time (or nothing at all) and Sisay knew of politics only from rumors or when her father was yelling and shouting at the manison.
Shane can't help but to quirk a brow a bit but the answer is more than amusing enough. "YOu are the Swordmaster for your house are you not?" He tries to remember of course, his mind knowing that you yourself have studied the sword but he cannot remember if the title is yours or if there is in fact another who holds that mantle.
Sisay frowns. "Oh, my God, no! That would be the Countess Solude... you know, the long, thin, supposedly woman my uncle hired? I've learnt many things from her, I admit, but she... simply... can't have fun... She's strange, I tell you."
Shane laughs slightly as he looks after you, continuing to walk with you as he asks, unable to help this with a hint of amusement, "Supposedly woman?" He looks you over, a bit playfully though, as if in this moment he mentally compares 'you' to the woman he of course knows that you mean, knows you refer to.
Sisay glances over and giggles. "Well, yes... you know... It is rumored that she never had any... ummm... well, once you get to know her, you'd understand what I mean..." she explains, concealing a smile behind her hand.
Shane looks after you curiously for a moment. It is clear he is puzzled, but at your amusement, the puzzled nature of his xpression simply fades away to something more playful, and he looks after you fondly, "Indeed," he says then, and he lets his footfalls continue on towards the awter.
Sisay walks at your arm in silence for a moment. "So, tell me more about yourself, my Lord." she enquires with an innocent, curious voice. But she playfully adds: "Maybe we could have a practice session and cross blades?"
Shane does chuckle at that as he looks up, as he thought he felt a drop of rain upon his cheek but he looks back to you as you speak, "Mmm? I myself have always been a Swordmaster, for longer than I can remember. It's been a dream I suppose, and at the same time I had no choice int he matter. Now though," he grins, "I do most enjoy it, though admit I'd be honoured to cross blades with you m'lady."
Sisay smiles delightedly. "We think alike, it seems" she comments, adding: "I myself have saved me skin a couple of times with a blade, yet with my words, I've always brought trouble. As much as I'd like to train for swordsmanship, I feel that my family is somehow keeping me away from that" she lowers her eyes to the ground and a couple of rain drops spray through her hairlocks. "This is frustrating..."
Shane tilts hsi head, curiously, "Well the tongue is a sharper weapon in all ways than the sword, and more likely to cause one's self more injury than it will any opponent." His playfulness abounds though as he sends you into a light dancer's spin, playfully lifting his hand over your head to give you a twirl before he asks, "What is frustrating?"
Sisay laughs wildly, a bit dizzy from the unexpected spin. "This whole planet is frustrating!" she shouts. It was meant to be a depressive, sad comment but the Lady can't stop laughing. "Kaitain is a one way ticket. No one gets away!
Shane grins, as he looks to you, the man letting you go then as you seem dizzy, in the sense that he releases your hand so as to put one to the small of your back, to help you once more regain your grip. "IT is a difficult place, you are indeed correct on that."
Sisay puts a hand on your shoulder as she leans on to regain her grip. "Have you ever been to Marcinko, my Lord? " she asks, looking you into the eyes.
Shane looks at you, and he shakes his head. His other hand does rest where it is, at his side, though his hand on your back may feel warm in contrast to the coolw ind, and the now steadily though lightly falling drops of rain that do start to plaster the hair on his head. "I have not."
Sisay says: "You should..." looking you into the eyes with an almost fanatical gaze. Then she lounges forward and starts spinning around in the rain, dancing what seems to be a strange dance (if it really would be one...) while saying: "This... place stinks! Even... the rain tastes bad! Deceit is... everywhere!" She stops and runs both her hands through her hairlocks, soaking wet now. The Lady looks funny, in her long boots and manly wear. But her eyes have a tinge of innocence and she looks as if she would be crying with the rain drops falling on her cheeks. "Marcinko is wild, beautiful, and the rain is refreshing... a blessing!" she explains, slowly approaching you again, fixing her gaze upon your eyes.
Shane laughs playfully, as he can indeed sense without much difficulty the...strength of your enthusiasm. He holds his hand out to you once more as you approach but your gaze rests upon his warm blue eyes and they seem to not flinch, but instead reflect a mischief that mirrors your own excitement. No crying here, though, for you see a man who loves life, enjoys it.
Sisay takes your hand into hers and smiles. A cute, warm smile and says: "You are a nice man, Shane Padron, Count of Antilles." Then she tugs you onward through the rain.
Shane cannot help but to chuckle at the way you phrase that, but being led as he is, so does the Swordmaster persevere, trekking through the rain of course to follow you.
Sisay leads on, crossing another alley and then arriving at the lake shore near the rear wall of the Harkonnen embassy. "What are your thoughts about my sister?" she asks, turning around to face you, changing subjects abruptly. The glimmer in her obsidian black eyes becomes very evident, augmented by the moisture in the air.
Shane looks about to answer when you see him look down at his hip, for a moment, and then he smiles to you, his eyes sparkling. "I am needed back at the estate," he says gently. "I trusty ou'll excuse me for now. I hope that with luck I shall have the opportunity to see you very soon."
Sisay curtseys and says: "It has been a pleasure and a honour, my Lord..."
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