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==================================== <<Sisay came to the Lounge to find Renada and Jereth talking. She takes a seat and joins in the conversation>> <<The Moritani scandal is downwards... :)) >> "Merely sharing a drink between Academy graduates, Lady," replies the Countess, bowing anew - though she does note the guards as they withdraw from Sisay's sides. Far too quickly, for her taste. "Will you join us?" You take a seat at the red table. Jereth joins you at the red table. A bright smile lights the Lady's face as she takes a seat at the table. She touches the Master on the hand and says in a sweet voice: "Please accept my congratulations for your rightfull advancement and my deepest sympathies for your family." She orders a cup of Macinko root tea and says: "Oh, why did my uncle keep me only in private lessons at the Academy? I sure missed a lot of friends..." she takes a deep glance at Jereth and Renada. Jereth blushes.."Thank you, M'Lady, but I just graduated recently.. about a year ago or o.." The Countess settles into her seat after the Lady seats herself; she smiles to the girl when she does. "Only spoiled nobles and wealthy soldiers, Lady," she replies genially, cracking a bit of a grin to the younger noblewoman. "No doubt your private training brought you better focus all around." A beat. "What rank have you attained?" Sisay leans back on her seat as her drink is served. SHe leaves it on the table for a second and says with a dreamy tone: "My rank?" She smiles, a distant smile from a dream: "I wish I knew. Uncle Jacob taught me how to dance with the blades. Except him, I only practiced with cousin Phillip once or twice since I got here." "I see. Well, perhaps if His Excellcency wishes it, perhaps I shall further my lady's education. I am his new Swordmaster." The Countess smiles. "If my lady wishes it, of course." Lady Sisay's eyes wides suddenly in surprise. She takes the cup of tea in her hands and says: "You... You... You would? Really?" Jereth smiles, watching, this would be interesting to watch.. "It is my duty to protect His excellency and his family," replies that strange-looking woman. "And what better way to do that than to train them to defend themselves?" Jereth nods.."I had been teaching the Lady Gaia some basic self defense.." Sisay gets a grim look on her face as she whispers, clutching her cup of tea in her little hands: "Defending... that's the easy part for a woman." She pauses and you can feel deep hatred boiling inside the young woman's heart. She gives Jereth a knowing look but quickly gazes back at the Swordmistress: "Yes, Countess, I'd be honored if you could spare a few moments for my training." Jereth looks to Sisay.."is there a problem, M'Lady?" The Countess nods, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "I'm not certain if the 'basics' are where things should stop, Master Crane. No, I believe that the nobility should be an establishment in which each is as much a soldier as they are a statesman. The reason that the Imperium is weakened is because too many times, neither of these are aspects that are focusd upon. No politics, no soldiery. Only sloth and excess." She smiles, and those elegant swan's shoulders lift beneath her cloak. "Well. I'll see to it that you're given a proper warrior's education, my lady." Sisay sniffs quietly, while sipping from her tea. She nods, absent-mindedly and says: "I would appreciate that. Truly." One hand, in a casual gesture, rests by her red belt. In an imperceptible way she seems to caress it, or rather what might be underneath it. Jereth looks, and repeats...."Is there a problem, M'Lady?" At the red table, Jereth quiets down when he notices someone else walk in.. "When a lady doesn't answer, Master, that means she doesn't wish to talk about it." The Countess says it gently, as if to direct him away from the course of conversation quickly. Jereth sits at the red table with both Sisay and Renada.. talking quietly.. At the red table, Jereth sighs and nods.."Forgive me.." At the red table, Sisay pouts sadly as she ducks in her seat with the tea cup clutched tightly within her hand. She looks at Jereth deeply, her black eyes scintilating in the dim light of the Lounge. Suddenly she says: "I heard of a strange happening at your embassy, Master." At the red table, Jereth raises an eyebrow.."A strange... happening?" Sisay sips from her cup and says: "A rumor merely I suppose, that the Prime Minister yelled and shouted in his office and then guards going to and fro." She pauses for another sip and continues: "My maid told me this morning, seemingly hearing it from a Venhei house servant." Jereth nods.."The regent can lose his temper at times, but it's been nothing major.. Times have been stressful lately.." Sisay nods slowly. She looks Jereth straigh in the eyes and says: "Of course... Rumors..." She relaxes more comfortably on her seat and takes the cup of tea in both her hands. <<Sisay thinks: I don't believe him. Somethind _did_ happen there... I wonder what?>> Jereth nods and looks grimly.. not exactly the most thrilled person at the moment.. Well, this /is/ interesting. The Countess leans in to pat the Lady's hand, turning her head from the Master's gaze as she does so. "Even noble heads need to vent, my lady," she says gently. You sense: Renada fixes her eyes on you where the Master cannot see, green orbs bearing a warning in their glance: don't traverse this ground. Jereth swallows most of his brandy, looking out.. Sisay looks deeply, first at the Countess and then at Jereth. She sips again a couple of times from her tea. <<Sisay thinks: She knows too... something bad might have happened there. I have to ask Chardin, he will tell me.>> The Lady speaks in a soft voice: "What happened, Master? Are you allright?" Jereth snaps out of it.."Ah.. yes.. I'm alright.. Except for the Emperor putting off my change of fief.. There's a sudden chiming at the Countess' wrist; a tiny communicator, mounted on a silver bangle at her wrist, is hefted and peered at. "If you'll please give me a moment?" Ten seconds and a whispered communication later, the Countess lowers her wrist and smiles to the both of you. "I'm sorry, but I am needed. Please excuse me." Jereth nods and stand.."It was a pleasure meeting you, Countess.." Sisay nods understandingly at the Countess and looks away, studying one of her guards. He's a young man, probably graduated very high from her Academy. An eagle-eyed look and his quick reflexes made him the perfect choice as Lady Ginaz's bodyguard. Marco enters from the hotel lobby. Anatole enters from the hotel lobby. Sisay raises and nods at the Countess: "Glad to meet you, Countess. See you around at the embassy." Conium has arrived. Jereth sits at the red table, speaking quietly with Sisay.. "Aye, and it was a true pleasure to..." The Countess pauses, seeing the trio who now enters, and looks back down to Sisay. "Perhaps my lady woud like to join me?" Wilhelm enters from the hotel lobby. Ephraim enters from the hotel lobby. Jereth raises an eyebrow and watches for Sisay's response to the departing Renada. Sisay eyes the newly arived with a strange look on her face. Her obsidian black eyes scintilate in the light as she speaks: "No, Countess, I'm perfectly safe here". She makes a barely visible gesture towards her Ginaz guards which stand at the door, looking staright at the Lady. She continues: "I'll stay to finish my drink." From the archway arrives the Moritani party, guards and all. Heading up the lead is the Count Marco escorting Lady Conium. Lord Anatole enters as well. Behind them emerges the Chancellor and Lt. Ephraim. Ephraim smiles cooly, "An excellent atmosphere, in here, my Lord. I can see I'm going to like it here." Ephraim just looked at you. Marco looks around studying the room and nods over to the long table that is now be attended by servants that are pulling out chairs and setting a bottle spice wine and water on the table. At the red table, Jereth looks.."I hear that congratulations are in order?" "As you wish." A look transpires between the Countess and the Lady Ginaz - something crackles in the space between them. However, if there was anything that is meant to come further from that locking of gazes it is averted when the willowy, elegant woman turns, and leaves the young girl sitting with her guards and the Venhei swordsman. Renada passes through the arch leading into the hotel lobby. Anatole walks in a short distance behind Marco, noting the presence of a few unfamiliar, if pleasant faces Anatole just looked at you. Wilhelm nods to Epraim with a chuckle, "Yes... quite." Marco just looked at you. Ephraim makes a subtle wave as he smiles at Conium. Conium scans the room, noting the people present, nodding to Ephraim as he enters after them. Her book in one hand, thumb worrying the cover, rests at her side with her other arm tucked neatly in Marco's. Satyavrat enters from the hotel lobby. Marco looks cooly top the table as he lead the way over to the large table that is readied for them. He walks Conium to her seat before taking his own. Jereth sits at the red table, speaking quietly with Sisay.. Jereth has disconnected. A table is awaiting the Moritani party as Marco escorts Conium to a seat. Anatole, Wilhelm, and Ephraim stand where they entered at. A departed Jereth leaves Sisay by herself. Servants stand about as well as the loads of drunks who frequent the place. Satyavrat passes through the arch leading into the hotel lobby. Conium takes the seat offered to her, sitting lightly, placing the small tome on the table. Wilhelm takes a seat at the table, placing himself across from Lord Marco. Ephraim frowns at Baron Wilhelm's words, colour flushing his face. Sisay sits quietly at her table, seemingly enjoying a cup of tea. Her eyes wander idly above the table and a sad look covers her young face. Her two Ginaz guards approach from the door behind her table. From time to time she takes a quick glance at the newly arrived. Ephraim just looked at you. Ephraim sits himself at the table beside Baron Wilhelm, opposite Lady Conium. His normally roving eyes seem fixed on the tableware before him. Marco takes his seat at his normal spot, letting the waiter push his chair in. His blue eyes look about the room and relays a signal to one of his guards. The Count looks over to Conium raising an eyebrow, "What would you care for to drink?" Marco takes a seat at the long table in the center of the lounge. Ephraim takes a seat at the long table in the center of the lounge. Conium takes a seat at the long table in the center of the lounge. Wilhelm takes a seat at the long table in the center of the lounge. Anatole takes a seat at the long table in the center of the lounge. A Moritani guards steps out his place in the shadows stopping a number of places from the young lady by her self. The black Guard uniform fits perfectly even as he bows to Sisay, "Lady Ginaz?" Conium looks up at Marco and smiles softly. "Wine would be lovely, m'Lord." Her eyes dote on him a bit before she returns her gaze to the rest of the contingent. At the long table, Ephraim forces a smile, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..." He casts a glance at the faces at the table. Wilhelm smiles at Ephraim, then to the others. "It is.." Then to the waiter, "Whiskey, neat." Sisay raises her gaze suddenly at the Moritani guard. She chuckles softly, the reddish tinge of a blush invading her cheeks. With a shy voice she answers the guard: "Y... Yes?" The Lady's two guards take a step forward looking sharply at the Moritani guard. Ephraim mutters something about red wine to the waiter. Anatole is seated with the other Moritani when a messenger, bearing the livery of House Venhei approaches him, bearing a message, sealed with what appears to be the Venhei seal. He takes it, opening it and reading it for a short while, his mood goes from seemingly upset, to mildly annoyed, and surprised by the end, before he places it under the table, standing to take his leave "I apologize, but I must depart...I have other pressing business." Ephraim stands as Lord Anatole rises, and bows his head, "M'Lord" The Guard watches the two guards advance but looks back to young lady. "House Moritani wishses to know if you would give us the honor of having your company at our table and being our guest?" Conium looks at Anatole curiously as he reads over the letter and excuses himself. Her bright blue eyes observing carefully his actions. Marco nods at Conium's order, ordering the same for himself. He studies Anatole coldy raising an eyebrow, "Something the matter, Lord Anatole?" Seemingly oblivious to Anatole, Wilhelm takes note of him only after Marco's question. Ephraim takes the oportunity to cast his eyes over the Lady Conium, it seems like he is trying to reconcile something about her in his own mind. Anatole turns to Marco, shaking his head, now his face displays something of a feral smile.."No, nothing to concern yourself with Lord...just a...'personal' matter." Anatole turns to Marco, shaking his head, now his face displays something of a feral smile.."No, nothing to concern yourself with Lord...just a...'personal' matter." Ephraim raises an eyebrow at Lord Ciccolini's words and bows his head in thought. Sisay makes a barely visible gesture to her guards with her hand. She says, with her blush still on her face: "I would be... delighted in accepting your offer, thank you." She then rises and follows the guard. You leave your seat at the red table. Marco casts his total blue eyes over him then at the letter, "In a Venhei seal...maybe we should see about sending one of Lord Rinaldo's boys with you." The Guard nods and leads the way over to the large table, pulling a seat out for her. Wilhelm smirks at Marco, "No need to inflame that situation any more than necessary, M'lord Marco. Perhaps the Lieutenant could accompany? For protection, of course." Anatole smirks a little, shaking his head as he moves away from the table "No thank you Lord...I'm certain I should be well..." he turns to conium "Please Lady...if you will excuse me...I must take my leave." Ephraim noticingthe approaching Ginaz lady motions to the guard to move aside, so he can take the chair. Ephraim looks up, "Absolutely My Lord Anatole, I have, as yet, seen little of Kaitain..." he purrs. Conium looks up at Anatole, considering him briefly. "By all means, Lord Cicollini." She smiles at him, almost unsure as to why he places any importance on a lowly concubine. Ephraim says, "Though of course I would miss this delightful company." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _____________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Ephraim_____________________ Fullname: Jericho Azrael Ephraim Faction: Moritani Title: Lieutenant Position: Lieutenant, 113th Dragoons Address: Lieutenant Ephraim Age: 27 Background: Born the son of a magistrate on Grumman. Jericho had a very orthodox and religious upbringing before having a split with his father and joining the military. With a reputation as a perfectionist and fanatical loyalist he rose to be offered a commission. Now with a minor command with a close protection and counter espionage unit, he expects the same zeal from the men under him, and has no time for those who do not play by his book. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _____________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Anatole_____________________ Fullname: Anatole Dominic Ciccolini Faction: Moritani Title: Lord Ciccolini Position: High Councillor of the Mercature Address: My Lord Ciccolini or Your Lordship Age: 38 Background: Anatole was born on Grumman, to a cousin of Galeazzo V, and as such, knew a life of wealth, luxury, and education. From an early age he was a bright boy, and as he grew older, he matched his intelligence with a wit, charm, and handsome featured face that gave him a reputation as a heartbreaker and playboy. Upon returning to his familial estate, he spent a few years increasing their holdings before he mysteriously dissapeared, to return some years later, finding his family dead and he the inheritor of the fortune. Becoming something of a socialite, he grew in prosperity before being called to Kaitain to serve the Countess Ophelia. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ______________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Marco______________________ Fullname: Maximus Hannibal Marco Faction: Moritani Title: Count of Tuncart Position: High Councillor of the Interior, Siridar-Governor of Arrakis Address: My Lord Marco or Your Lordship Age: 29 Background: Don Maximus Hannibal Marco is a Minor House noble who has come to Kaitain to assist Count Moritani in economical decisions. He is a wealthy and powerful noble who enjoys whatever life can bring to him. Marco is a fun-loving playboy who has come to due his duty for his Count. His family resides on Grumman. The Marcos makes most of their money as spice merchants. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _____________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Conium______________________ Fullname: Conium Orris Faction: BG Title: Lady Position: Bene Gesserit Sister Address: My Lady Age: 32 Background: Coni is a Bene Gessirit sister, raised form infancy on Wallach IX. She was sent to Kaitain after her early formal training for observation and placement, but was sent back to Wallach IX after a rather unhappy occurrence which is tightly kept under wraps within the sisterhood. After a short few years on Wallach IX, she was sent back to Kaitain for placement. She was assigned to the Moritani Household as Siridar-Governor of Arrakis, High Councillor of the Interior Marco's concubine. Any further knowledge of her placement is classified to those not of the sisterhood. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Marco nods slowly curious as to why everyone finds his concubine so interesting. "I see. As head of House security I would endorse the Chancellors notion of taking protection." Anatole sighs and nods "Very well...Lt, if you wish to come, by all means, please do so, but I have 'personal' matters to attend to, I trust you can amuse yourself?" Sisay approaches the long table. She curtsies gracefully before the sitting guests and says: "I am honoured by your invitation, My Lords" she glances at Conium and nods her head "My Lady." Ephraim smiles warmly at Lord Anatole, it doesn't touch his eyes, "Of course, m'Lord, you may feel safe in my hands. This what the House trained mefor,after all." Ephraim pullsout the chair for Lady Sisay,"M'Lady?" Wilhelm smiles at the Lady Ginaz, rising to offer a bow. Anatole nods once, and turns to leave then, not waiting to se if Ephraim is following or not Anatole passes through the arch leading into the hotel lobby. You take a seat at the long table. Marco stands as well offering a bow to Sisay, "Thank you for joining us, Lady Ginaz, what would you like to drink?" Conium watches Anatole deprat curiously, noting that she'll have to spend time later speaking with the man to herself. Her gaze falls to the Ginaz woman and she nods at her. Ephraim pushes in Lady Sisay's chair and makes to move off with a nod and a hurried, "M'lords, Ladies..." Ephraim leaves his seat at the long table. Ephraim passes through the arch leading into the hotel lobby. The Guard that Ephraim tries to shoo away looks at the military man as he leaves with a mannerism that could be described as almost Harkonnen. He returns back to his place in the shadows giving a nod to the Count as passes by the table. Fahahd enters from the hotel lobby. Sisay sits down at the long table watching Ephraim running out quickly. She smiles, a shy smile betraying her emotions and says looking towards Marco: "My Lord was very kind to invite me. I'd have another Marcinko root tea, if I don't desturb anything..." she says motioning towards the door where the two men just left. Wilhelm retakes his seat, watching the two men leave. A smile returns to his face as he turns his focus back to the group at the table. Two leave, one enters. Fahahd patters in, for once out of uniform. His expression is vaguely thoughtful, as he picks his way towards the bar. Marco About average height but the body is built solid, and chiseled like a fine Greek statue alluding to the strength and agility of a skilled boxer and fencer. The lips are formed into a straight line under glowing blue with in blue eyes of a heavy melange diet. Close inspection of the Romanesque face and nose tell the story of grueling boxing matches but overall the face is handsome. A mustache and connected goatee are black as night. Hair of the same color is cut short and styled smartly. Each ring finger has a single platinum banded ruby ring adorning it. A thick, bulky platinum chain hangs around the neck. The collar of the long sleeved, black silk shirt is left open to give off a casual mood. Same as the shirt that's tucked into it, black silk pants hang loosely with a platinum shield belt around the waist. Platinum tipped boots made of some unknown black leather catch the eyes as they move in a steady gate. Draped over the shoulders is a black cloak that is clasped together by a platinum emblem of House Moritani. Marco sits back down waving to the men that left, "Nothing to worry about but we are honored to have you as our guest." The Count motions for the waiter to bring the ordered drinks. "I guess introductions are in order. I introduce Baron Falkenburg and Lady Conium. Though your name, my lady escapes memory." A waiter approaches delievering the drinks to the group. Fahahd takes a seat at the bar. Sisay looks at everyone at the table, then picking the cup of tea, places it before her on the table. Her cheeks still red, she says: "I am Lady Sisay Ginaz, niece of Marquis Jacob and sister of Lady Delana Ginaz, whom I think you might know..." A shy smile crosses Sisay's face. Conium nods at Sisay again. Her eyes studying the woman carefully, noting every gesture. Wilhelm seems preoccupied by his thoughts as he idly swirls his glass then takes a sip of the whiskey. Marco inclines his, "I see. We hope that his Grace, the Marquis is doing well?" The Harkonnen installs himself in his accustomed seat at the bar, with no more notice paid to him by the staff than if he were a piece of the furnishings - save that he gets handed a mug of what seems to be coffee. Sisay nods at Marco "Yes, my uncle is quite well, thank you." Sisay notices the Harkonnen guard at the bar, smiles towards him, yet he cannot see her standing with his back at the table. Turning her gaze towards Conium, she studies her briefly. <<Sisay thinks: A Bene Gesserit... what a coincidence...>> Fahahd isn't facing directly away from the table, really. HE does catch Sisay's glance nad nods gravely in return to the smile. Marco sips his wine, "That is good to hear. How about yourself, my lady?" Conium just sits and watches, sipping at her wine. Her eyes looking over all present carefully. Sisay smiles and takes the cup of hot tea in her hands. She says: "Pretty fine myself. As a newly arrived on Kaitain, I'm... getting accquainted to the life and wonderful things here. I don't think I had the chance to meet any of your House untill now." The young Lady takes a few sips from her cup, the move of her hands hiding her nervousness. Marco nods coldy keeping that distant hint to his dark eyes, "Are you alright?" The Count motions to her hands shaking. Taking in the conversation, but clearly in a world of his own creation, Wilhelm stares blankly at his half-empty tumbler. His mind obviously working on some kind of analysis. Fahd remains lurking idly at the corner, sipping from his mug. He doesn't seem to be paying overmuch attention to his surroundings. Sisay takes one deep sip from her tea then puts the cup on the table and hides her hands on her lap, behind the table. She says: "I'm allright, I's just ..." she chuckles softly " nothing really, your Lordship." She gives a shy smile, turning her head towards Fahahd, gazing at him while remembering their previous encounter. Fahahd certainly recalls it...but has presence of mind enough not to blush or duck his head, instead only offering a small smile in return. Conium pages: Minutae check. Conium pages: Minutae. What does her body language truly reveal....what is she feeling...why is she shaking. You needn't give details, just a general overview. Especially if sh eis trying to hide somehting. Conium watche sth einteraction between Sisay and Fahahd curiously as she continues to sip at her wine.One hand stray to Marco's resting lightly on it. You paged Conium with 'Ah... sure... Basically she's bound to marry Mintor Atreides and is very uncomfortable with it. Second she has a slight feeling it is a Moritani who poisoned the blade her brother was killed years ago. And third she's in a very depressing mood since she came on Kaitain...'. From afar, Conium nods. More than I needed, but thanks. :) Marco runs his fingers along the top of Conium's hand. "You sure, I would hate to think you felt uncomfortable as our guest." Sisay's gaze lingers for just a moment longer on Fahahd's lonely position at the bar. She turns her head at Marco saying: "By no means, your Lordship. In fact, I looked forward in meeting with you..." Her gaze pauses for a moment on the two caressing hands on the table. <<Sisay thinks: They must be in love... How sweet. Would Mintor be that tender too?>> Wilhelm's gaze suddenly fixes on Marco's blue-on-blue eyes, silent distress present in his own for a brief moment. He rapidly finishes his drink and stands, bowing to all present with a smile present across his face as if he were the happiest man in the Universe. "Lord Marco, Lady Ginaz, Lady Conium. I apologize, but I just remembered something I must attend to at the Embassy. Please, excuse me." Conium notices Sisay's gaze fall on her hand in Marco's and smiles a bit at her. She takes up her glass and sips from it again thoughtfully. As Wilhelm stands she tilts her head toward him curiously and eyes him, but nods as he speaks. Fahahd does glance at Sisay more often than not, but makes no other bid for attention...which is as the Forms demand, of course. Marco nods meeting the Chancellor's gaze, "Of course. Be well, Chancellor." He looks over at Sisay, "Meeting with me? What for, my lady?" Wilhelm passes through the arch leading into the hotel lobby. Sisay clutches her tea cup in her small white hands and takes a nervous sip from it. For a brief second she looks over to Fahahd as if looking for support. But she looks back at Marco, gazing in his blue-within-blue eyes. Her voice trembles as she says: "I ... " she chuckles "As you might know, my cousin Phillip's concubine arrived on Kaitain recently. She was born and raised on Akis. I wanted to ask you..." she pauses as she takes her breath but continues, still clutching the cup of tea in her hands "If you could arrange for her to visit her homeworld, maybe a vacation with her beloved." <<Sisay thinks: Damn. Why can't I just ask him bluntly why he killed my brother? Why? But did he? Did a Moritani do that? No clues... Why are there no clues? >> Fahahd's looks is vaguely sympathetic - she's obviously nervous - but still bland. A faint flicker of ccuriosity lights the green eyes. Marco hmms looking off into the distance, "Arrakis is not a place for a vacation, my lady. Not a very nice place." He looks back to her. Sisay smiles, a forced smile which looks quite funny on the teenager's face. She says: "It is really important for Miss Milan. She grew up there... a place callen Arraklin or something like that..." The girl looks deep into Marco's eyes. "She is spice-dependant, you know..." As the young Lady talks, small patches of sweat appear on her forehead. She holds her cup with one hand while she lowers her other one at her side, it seems a very casual gesture. With an imperceptible move of her palm she caresses a spot on her belt. Fahahd knows that gesture...and as before, his look turns vaguely pitying. Not that it's in anyway his place to pity a noble of the Landsraad. Marco raises an eyebrow sipping his drink, "Spice can be bought. No need to worry about me, my lady, I won't harm you." He posture is relaxed as he leans against the back of the chair. Fahahd is still a silent presence, absorbing the conversation. He's mostly dropped his gaze down to the slowly emptying coffee mug. Sisay gets a pale look on her face, she puts the cup on the table and raises her 'idle' hand which she also rests against the table-top. Her shivering is now painly obvious and the Lady's voice confirms her impending nervous breakdown: "You won't harm me? Did you harm my brother?" Her words are barely inteligible from her shaking and shivering. Her obsidian black eyes are still firmly rooted withing the complete blue of Marco's eyes. Even though his cold features, Marco seems shocked by the question. He tilts his head to the side some watching her. Eyes beaming out like twin glowglobes, "Why would I harm you or your brother?" Of course Fahd'd's listening...and not really bothering to make any particular secret of it. Sisay's black eyes gimmer with fury, rage, sadness, despair, all mixed up in an exploding breakdown. Within moments, tiny crystal clear tears start pouring down from the Young Lady's eyes. "You killed my brother?" You can barely make out the interrogation from Sisay's shivering voice. Standing there at the table, the young Ginaz looks so small, so innocent in her crying... What happening might have triggered such an enormous show of emotion, such a swift nervous breakdown? Fahahd stiffens, and looks up...tempted to be protective, but uncertain of his reception. Marco doesn't move as an inch as he emcompasses the scene at hand with his eyes. Those distant solid blue eyes with black pupils lock on to her form. His voice remains so cool, so composed. "Lady Ginaz, I'm afraid you have the wrong person." A lie? Who knows. Sisay can take no more. Shame and depression suddenly fills her soul. Still crying, shivering and shaking she manages to mumble: "P... Please forgive... excuse m... me.. I don't..." she suddenly raises from her chair, knocking it flat on the floor. She rushes out, stumbling on a startled Moritani guard. She mumbles something unintelligible as she tries to hurry onwards just to stumble against one of her own Ginaz guards, nearly falling down. The young Ginaz skillfuly catches the Lady, getting a strong grasp of her hand. The other Ginaz guard hurries and supports Lady Sisay from the other side while escorting her to the doorway. You leave your seat at the long table. The Harkonnen rises to follow, concerned...though surely her guards have it well in hand. Fahahd leaves his seat at the bar. Marco follows flicking a hand signal off into the shadows. The Count watches on coldly, not even changing from his bland look. He seems to want to distant himself from her, not sure what is really going on. Caution envelops as he glances around the room. Seeing that things are secure he stands, "Lady Ginaz?" One of the Ginaz guards looks quickly back. No threat to the Lady. Both guards seem dragged out of the room by Sisay's wild pull, barely managing to keep the Lady and themselves standing. Her wild and loud cry draws the attention of all servants, guards and casual guests in the Lounge as they witness, jaw to the ground, the Ginaz trio leaving the room in a flurry. You pass through the arch and enter the hotel lobby. Fahahd enters from the hotel lounge. Sisay cryies her soul out, flanked closely by two Ginaz guards. A handkerchief in her hand seems too little against the river of tears flowing from the young Lady's dark eyes. Fahahd trails after, utterly distressed. "My lady," he stammers, "Is there anything I can do to help?" Sisay barely notices the Harkonnen through the tears. She opens her mouth to speak, but says nothing. Only tears emerge from her eyes, her whole body shivering. The ginaz guards seem loath to permit the Harkonnen any closer, but he remains, stubbornly. "My lady?" Regaining some of her awareness of herself and the surroundings, Sisay sighs deeply, wiping the last of her tears with her already wet handkerchief. She moves a bit forward while the guards gently support her by her side. She frees herself of their grasp and walks close to you. In a whisper, she says: "I... I'm sorry... I don't know.... what happened...I..." Fahahd offers his own handkerchief, of dark blue cotton. "Obviously my lady was upset," he soothes. "I'm sorry to see it." <<I had to leave now, but Fah is supposed to have brought me safely to my embassy and tucked me into bed :) >> |
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