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Dread Lady Nathicana

24-05-2004, 09:02

A reply had been sent, hastily and with guardedly pleasant words. A time had been appointed, and agreed on, and now that time had come. All too quickly. Plans were still being made, she knew instinctively this was not a meeting Devon would allow, were he to know of it in advance, nor did she wish for interference from S.H.O.D.A.N., her well-meaning and very protective sister-in-mind. There were questions she hoped to have answered, and their presence, she felt, could hinder that. Regardless of the risks, and her fears - something else she felt needed to be adressed on her own.

I've relied far too heavily on others of late. While support can be a strength, too much can lead to weakness. My nation, my business, my choice - Shodey will know quick enough, what with her access as is. Gods I just wish I felt better about all this.

Nathicana sat in a decadently appointed room with a large conference table, and comfortable leather chairs, biting her lower lip absently, fingertips tapping along the sides of her water glass. This wasn't a meeting she was looking forward to, nor was she holding it in her usual location - her office. One of the more elegant rooms in the old building that housed the Dominion government offices had been set up as per her specifications. The only thing she did feel secure about was the proximity of the Black Company ops, and the active surveillance system she had promised her sister-in-mind.

'Too soon ... this is too soon. No time to set things up properly, no decent excuse to hold it off ... oh gods, Dev is going to be furious.'

The door creaked open, and in strides Alkanphel, carrying a leather satchel, his face grave. Althalon appears not too far behind him, clad in an immaculate black and red uniform. He nods his head and grins enthusiastically at the woman as he closes the door, and Alkanphel takes a seat at the table opposite Nathicana.

Konrad Althalon stands over the chair next to Alkanphel's, and absently fingers his cloak. "Long time no see," he begins, turning towards Nathi with a bow. "I am glad to see you are well." He pulls his chair out and sits. "It's been so damnably long since our last meeting. I'm very glad to be getting off Io," he admits, with a releived sigh.

Nathicana rises and greets them both with a neutral but pleasant enough expression, nodding to both. "My lords," she says in a deceptively soft voice. "It is good to see you too, Konrad. I can't imagine much time on that hellhole of a rock could be pleasant." Gesturing to the tabletop behind her, she asks, "Would you gentlemen care for a drink? I've an excellent selection of Dominion wines, a deucedly fine scotch imported from Iraqstan, juices, ice water ..."

Alkanphel takes careful note of Nathi's words, and shakes his head slowly. "The spirit of your offer is not lost on me but I'm not of the mind to be drinking anything tonight." He smiles a bit. "Hello, by the way."

Althalon raises a hand slowly as he relaxes a bit in his chair. "Scotch on the rocks, all the way. We'll see if this 'Iraqstani' juice can top our brews from Dunland." He snickers. "I'll be happy either way."

"Alkanphel," Nathi answers, again nodding. "A pleasure, I'm sure." The gleam in her eyes seems to hint that it's anything but, though she smiles warmly. Stepping back, she begins preparing the scotch in a practiced fashion. "I've seen this stuff knock even practiced drinkers on their ass when they've had too much. Afraid Devon's developed rather a taste for it," she notes idly, turning back to slide it across to Konrad, still smiling. "I blame Carlos." Shrugging, she sits down and takes a slow sip of her ice water, watching them both carefully.

Konrad cocks a brow and traces his finger round the rim of the glass. "Righto. I'll take my best shot but I'll wager I'll probably be having to get the next hit myself, since I wont want to make you get back up so soon," he says with a wink. He tilts his chin to the sky, and a second later half the booze is gone. He sets the glass down carefully and exhales sharply.

Nathicana chuckles nodding to Konrad with a knowing grin. "You forget - I've seen you drink before. I've no doubt you can hold your liquor. Feel free however to make use of the bottle. I've others that can be easily fetched if need be."

Alkanphel shakes his head and absently tugs on the hem of his glove. "Now then, let's get down to business, shall we? I understand the DLN is trying to establish closer relations with Dor Daedoloth?" he askes flatly. "If this is the case, Warlord Althalon and I can assure you that this is a decidedly good opening move, in sending us these Xaosis terrorists."

Turning back to Alkanphel, Nathi nods firmly, needlessly straightening the jacket of her business suit, unconsciously smoothing her skirt. "As you no doubt remember from our previous meetings, a break with the Imperium was never my goal to begin with, Alkanphel. You made it clear at the time actions would be required as a token to restore faith - I have merely endeavored to do so." Her chin tilts up ever so slightly, pride getting the better of her. "I'm pleased this effort meets with your approval."

Althalon nods vigorously and drains a healthy amount of whiskey from his glass. "Oh, I assure you when the time comes around I'll put in a good word to the Man Downstairs," he says with a chuckle. "It'll go a long way we think."

"I appreciate that, Konrad. I know damn well the Imperium can't be bought, but an act was requested, and hence, an act performed," she says, her smile warming slightly.

Alkanphel nods in agreement and runs a finger along his jaw absently. "I wonder then what exactly it was you were angling after?"

She shifts her gaze back to Alkanphel, head tilted curiously. "I thought we'd covered that well enough in the past, my lord. While you may have these 'suspicions' and what you may think is solid proof, I say again, never has the Dominion dealt poorly with the Imperium. While past deeds may not count for much at the moment, I call your attention to them nonetheless. Have I not intervened, and taken personal loss for your benefit?"

She fixes him with a firm gaze. "Have I not been terribly compliant to your will on matters you have held dear?" she asks, carefully annunciating each word.

'Shit ... reign in the temper, woman. This is not the time for it ... goddammit, I need a drink.'

Alkanphel stares right back at Nathi and sets his jaw. He grins slowly after a time. "Compliant yes but we fear not altogether forthcoming. Nonetheless neither Althalon or I have found ourselves comfortable after a time with the idea that you were in some way behind this plotting. Melkor may be persuaded to let it slide if we can bring him around." He raises a cautioning finger as Nathi opens her mouth, cutting her off.

"If we believe the spirit of the offer is genuine and there exists a real desire in the DLN and indeed yourself to ensure that nothing like this will ever come to pass again. Because if it does..." he trails off meaningfully. "Who knows."

Althalon nods, finishes his drink, and stands to retrieve another. He sits back down, setting the bottle on the table with a wink towards Nathi. "The jury's still out on this stuff, in case you were interested," he says with a grin.

Nathicana stares at Alkanphel with coldly-glittering eyes, her pleasant smile slipping somewhat. "Well then, I am glad that not all of you have been so firmly prejudiced against me in that regard," she says, her voice growing stronger with her next thoughts. "And while I appreciate your position, may I remind you I am hardly used to receiving threats under my own roof." She shakes her head, and goes on. "Continued relations with the Imperium are indeed desired. To be some lapdog who sits and begs for the scraps of it's master's table is most definitely not." She pauses, unblinking, taking a slow sip of her ice water to calm her nerves, her grip on the glass an indication of tightly-controlled anger. Alkanphel and the Easterling exchange a glance.

Taking a slow breath, she regains the pleasant smile. "All the same, we have managed to have quite amicable relations in the past to our mutual benefit. I do not see why, with a bit of work, we cannot regain at least a shadow of that again, gentlemen." She nods to Konrad, her eyes never leaving Alkanphel's. "It's not a taste I've ever developed, I'm afraid, so I'm a poor judge."

Alkanphel raises a brow, observing Nathi closely. His eyes search her face for a moment, and he continues slowly. "Of course. It was never like that before--you've never been a 'lapdog' in any sense of the term--so why would it be so now?" he inquires. "Now that order has been restored here in Devras, why would there be any change in our previous circumstances?"

Althalon furrows a brow and nods wordlessly. He looks between the two for a moment before emptying more whiskey down his throat.

Nathicana blinks, then silently curses herself for such an obvious show of surprise. She takes a moment to re-center herself, covering with another sip of water. "Well then," she begins, the tightness of her jaw smoothing somewhat, relaxing into more of a natural smile even as she fights back a fluttering feeling of worry. "It's good to hear that such a recovery is possible, my lord. I had hoped ... "

Her smile becomes more disarming with her next words. "However, I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about with this 'order restored' business. Devras, and the Dominion, has never not been ordered since my takeover years ago."

Althalon waves dismissively towards Alkanphel and chuckles. "Of course. This silly bastard gets so long winded sometimes that he thinks every damn thing he says is gospel."

Alkanphel rolls his eyes and raises a silencing hand, quieting Althalon. "I think you'll do well to shut your mouth and listen for once, it should be a novel experience," he says firmly, hunching over the desk slightly as Althalon sneers and pours another hit. Alkanphel ignores him and continues. "The Imperium is prepared, in the spirit of this exchange, to engage in nominal trade relations with the DLN. Certainly nowhere near the volume or nature of goods you received before, but it's a start."

Laughing softly, fingertips pressed lightly against her lips in a half-hearted effort to stifle, Nathicana winks slyly at Konrad, then shifts her attention back to Alkanphel. "I would like to know the stipulations on such a trade to avoid any misunderstandings," she says carefully, her businesslike manner returning. "I'm quite pleased that such progress can be made. Perhaps as time goes on, we can look into further progress, yes?"

Alkanphel opens his leather case and draws out a few documents. "This is what he have drawn up so far. We're flexible of course on requisitions from your end, so these are just guidelines, really."

Konrad nods and yawns. "Yeah, we figure we'd give you some time to take a look at that: we're a lot more wordy with this kind of thing now that we've gotten pretty well fucked in the past."

'If anyone's been pretty well fucked, you son of a bitch, it's me,' Nathi thinks vehemently, her eyes flashing dangerously, not matching the pleasant smile she currently has her lips set in. She holds out her hand for the documents expectantly, again shifting her eyes back to Alkanphel and fixing him with a steady, but decidedly more neutral gaze. "I can appreciate something done thoroughly, and well," she says, chin tilting up ever so slightly. "If one is to do something, one may as well do it right the first time, after all."

Alkanphel's face turns grave, and he looks across the table, nodding to Althalon as he slides him the satchel. Althalon, without a word, stands, and returns the bottle to its place on the counter. He takes the satchel, and bows to Nathi. "If you'll kindly excuse me, I've got a team of Marshals to round up and entertain. Given the structure of our armed forces our men are generally quite attached to their superiors," he explains, "so I must be on hand to jostle them and prod them and shower them with all manner of insulting language." He chuckles. "I'm sure you know how it is with us army types."

Nathicana feels her heart nearly stop as Konrad stands and makes his farewells. She gets to her feet much more quickly than is warranted, and looks at him with an almost panicked expression that she tries to reign it in, and simply doesn't quite manage. "But I ... that is, I mean ... so soon?" she finishes lamely, eyes flickering briefly to Alkanphel and back. Her carefully questing fingertips assure her of the small panic button located under the edge of the table.

'He planned this, so help me god he planned this.'

Althalon opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. he stutters as he looks between Alkanphel and Nathicana. "I.. I.. ah, I suppose I could stay if you wish but I'm pretty sure Alkanphel wants me out of here. I.. I'm sure we can meet again before we leave, I know I wanted to thank you personally for the delivery of Sehndem, on account of the fact that he is an old friend of mine."

Alkanphel doesn't take his eyes off the woman, but nods absently at what Konrad is saying.

'Scopa ... oh bloody hell, the one thing Shodey didn't want and the one thing I argued wouldn't be a problem, and he hits me with it right off the bat. Christ almighty, when do I get a break?'

She fights back her sense of panic, cursing a blue streak in her mind at her obvious lack of control. 'SO not Dread Lady-like', she fumes silently. "Of course, Konrad," she manages somewhat breathlessly, smiling in what she hopes is a reassuring manner. "I would enjoy that, if time allows. Please, don't let me keep you - duty before pleasure." She glances back to Alkanphel, a shiver of dreaded anticipation running through her.

Konrad grins nervously and bows. "Indeed. I'll be seeing you, then," he says with a self-assuring nod. With that, he turns and leaves.

And then, silence. Nathi doesn't need to turn around to know that Alkanphel is looking straight at her. The air is of the oft-discussed thickness appropriate for slicing with any manner of cutlery.

Alkanphel calls Nathi's attention back to him with the dull thud of his finger against the conference table. He needed only tap once. "What is wrong?"

Nathicana turns slowly to face him fully, forcefully drawing herself up to her full unimposing height, and attempting to take on her usual calm demeanor. The barely visible shake in her fingertips as they rest lightly on the table, and the telltale tightness around her eyes give her away. "It has been a harrowing past couple of weeks, Alkanphel," she replies softly. "As you well know, it would seem."

Alkanphel nods knowingly. "Indeed. I can't say I envy you in this."

"Is that so?" she asks, unable to keep the incredulity from her voice. She breathes out slowly, again attempting to center herself, her chin tilting up slightly. "What do you want, Alkanphel? Why the need to speak to me alone?"

Alkanphel sighs. "I can tell quite well through your demeanor, the nature of your speech and the wording thereof, that some pressing issue lies between us. I cannot yet put my finger on it, but I cannot ignore that it seems to be weighing rather heavily on your mind."

"Then let us say the nature of our private meeting some time back 'lays heavily on my mind'," she says, watching him closely for any responses as she gingerly sits back down in her chair, nestling back against the soft leather for comfort.

Alkanphel closes his eyes and draws in a breath, his jaw set. "Where's that wine?"

Nathicana doesn't make any move to fetch it, rather nodding her head curtly to the tabletop behind her. "Take your pick," she says without taking her eyes from him. "Glasses are there alongside."

Alkanphel stands slowly and moves to retrieve said libations. "Do continue," he pleads, walking purposefully towards the table.

Nathicana resists the urge to shout at him, throw her accusations in his face, choosing instead a different track. "Motivations, Alkanphel. The longer I've had to ponder it, the more I've wondered. I recall my main concern at the time. In all the meeting today the only mention of that concern has been my offhand remark over the scotch. Tell me, where does Emperor Treznor stand in this renewed friendship?"

Alkanphel pours his glass of wine and smirks to himself. "I'd have preferred to avoid speaking of him, but alas..." he trails off. He takes a sip of his wine, and swallowing it, he continues, turning around to face Nathi. "I was hoping to forge these ties independent of Treznor and the rest of the NDA. I didn't realize until now how foolish it was to trust in an organization based solely on the merits of its leaders."

"Or," he gestures broadly as he walks back to his seat, "In Devon Treznor's case, an apparent lack thereof."

Stubbornly refusing the bait, she instead reaches back to take a bottle of the Delacourt for herself, pouring a generous glass and sipping it slowly. 'That's what I need. Il dio, it seems like ages.' She keeps the bottle sitting nearby.

"I'd be a fool to expect you to agree to such a compromise. Of course our business dealings are separate, however I had hoped that our previous discussions would have perhaps encouraged some change in stance in regard to the man." Nathicana takes another slow sip, eyes closing briefly as she savors it. "So," she says, slowly opening them again. "How do we stand there, and why did our previous businesslike decorum change?"

Alkanphel looks to the ground with a sigh. He looks back up to Nathi after a moment, and draws in a breath. "I.. I can't say I know how to answer that," he says candidly. "I'm still somewhat at a loss. I don't suppose to have all the answers." He pauses. "I've walked this earth for many ages forsaking what I felt that night." He cocks his head slightly, and furrows his brow. "It's strange."

This is quite obviously not the answer, nor the attitude she had expected from the usually confident Warlord, and it shows in the way she looks at him in confusion, head tilting questioningly. "I ... don't understand," she murmurs quietly, trying to find the proper words while feeling the apprehension rise up again.

Alkanphel takes another sip. "Neither do I. What was it you wanted to say about it?"

Nathicana sits in silence for some time, watching him intently. There had to be something she wasn't seeing. And damned if this wasn't the feeling she came away with from just about every meeting with the bastard, she couldn't help but think. He knew about the unrest. Or at least, he hinted that he knew. Could he know more? Was it all a bluff to get her to admit to something?

'And what would it all mean for the children?'

"I dislike not having a firm understanding of such situations," she begins carefully, her eyes never leaving him.

Alkanphel arches a brow, and his face takes on an inquisitive look, meeting her gaze with his own. Slowly, he begins to nod. "Indeed. You've got my curiosity terribly piqued now, I'm afraid. What then is the final piece to this puzzle?"

"Perhaps the intended direction of said actions would be a start," she says, slowly sipping her wine, watching him intently over the rim of her glass, then running the tip of her tongue along her lips to remove the last drops of wine lingering there.

Alkanphel scratches his head. "I ... I'm not sure what you're getting at here. I get the feeling that there's something you want me to say or admit, but I know not what it is. I'm missing something." He snickers a bit. "You should be honored," he says with a chuckle. He sips his wine. "Doesn't happen much."

Patience at an end, her mood changes swiftly. Nathicana reflexively grips her glass more tightly than she should, the fragile thing shattering in her augmented grip. "You know damn well, you son of a bitch," she hisses from between quickly clenched teeth, ignoring for now the burning pain in her palm from the shards of glass. Her blue eyes flash with hot anger, her other hand gripping the edge of the table, white knuckled. "Now I want to know why. No more goddamn games."

Alkanphel remains remarkably calm by contrast, but suddenly the room is flooded with the power of his aura, and Nathi begins to perceive he was growing greater in wrath. He levels his gaze at the woman, cutting her down with his icy, aged stare. "Nathicana D'Aquisto, there are no 'games' here," he asserts, his voice booming. "Any such thoughts at this point, are nothing more than errant suspicions from an overworked, over-burdened mind."

Nathicana shrinks back against her chair, chin tilted up imperiously, but her earlier confusion quite clear in her expression - not to mention the insidious return of her earlier fears. This is what has been different from so many of the other meetings. A lack of 'presence'. And this time, unlike the last ... she has been thinking clearly, she is sure of it. The implications do not soothe her.

'If not that ... then what? Surely he isn't serious about what he hinted at earlier. He has to know! It doesn't make sense otherwise.'

Tentatively, cradling her hand in against her, she looks up at him, her voice sounding very small to her own ears. "You don't know?"

Alkanphel starts to speak, then stops. He spends several moments searching for an answer, but is muted by his own inhibations. By his honor. Finally, he breaks down, burying his head in his hands. "I ... I came here under false pretenses. A palantir is a useful tool, yes, but often it grants its user insights which he does not deserve," he admits. The aura vanishes. "I'm sorry."

'Scopa ...' Carefully picking a shard from her palm and wincing, she nods slowly, not truly understanding what this 'palantir' thing is that he speaks of, and more than a little unsure of how to proceed. This was the second time he had surprised her with his reactions ... And she finds some of it disturbingly familiar. "Parli," she murmurs, forgetting herself for a moment and lapsing into her native tongue. "Talk to me."

Alkanphel slowly and walks to her, taking a hand towel from the table with the drinks on his way. "I, like you, wanted to learn more of this. I couldn't perceive it clearly myself, despite what you may have come to believe." He hands her the towel and sighs. "And I saw ..." he trailed off. "I saw them," he finishes quietly. "That's ultimately why I came here, but the Xaosis issue needed discussion nonetheless."

Nathicana accepts the towel wordlessly, for now simply nodding in return. She works in silence for a moment, finding herself again without the proper words. His manner, his explanations ... none of this was the picture of horror and manipulation Dev and Shodey had gone on at length about. Granted, this was a servant of one whom could very well take on the title 'Father of All Lies', and that had to be taken into account. What was easier to believe? A curiosity? An attraction even? Or the tangled web of treachery and deceit that seemed to rest on the other hand? Picking out another shard, she curses under her breath, not meeting his eyes.

Then, reluctantly, she nods.

Alkanphel reaches down to help her with the glass imbedded in her hand. He looks up once he's tended them to the best of his ability, then draws in a breath. "I would by lying if I said I didn't want to be an active part of this child's life." He pauses, and his jaw sets again. "And, I daresay, yours."

Nathicana lets him work, still not speaking. Noting as she had that evening that seemed an eternity ago that his touch is surprisingly tender. She shivers in spite of herself, brows furrowing deeper as the conflicting emotions and all the arguments against her even breathing the same air as the man continue to battle back and forth in her head. What had Shodey said? 'Maybe this is was the intent'?

She shies away from him at that thought, giving him a sidelong glance. "I ... I think perhaps you should leave now," she says quietly.

Alkanphel nods agreeably. "Indeed. I think we both have a good deal to go over with ourselves, first and foremost..." He trails off, looking around the room with a sigh. "When should we meet again?"

Nathicana shakes her head, not meeting his eyes, and hating the feeling of unsurety, the mixed feelings of fear and loathing and curiousity that she tries to explain off as purely hormonal, a consequence of all the recent happenings. "That's not a question I can answer right now," she says, the anger at herself and thus of course, him for making her feel that way, tints her words. "Just go. Vada. Get out."

Alkanphel stands and gives a nod. "Of course," are his only words. When Nathi next looks up, he is gone, the door snapping shut behind him.

Nathicana stares at the closed door as if she could burn a hole through it with her eyes alone. Compliant. Not arguing. Admitting his duplicity, at least in part. Submissive even. Not the traits of an Imperium Warlord. Even less so from what she knew of Alkanphel.

Reaching for the bottle, she drinks deeply, the concerned frown deepening to a scowl, the scowl to a snarl of rage. With all her might she hurls the half-empty bottle at the door, watching it shatter in a spray of glass and wood splinters.

Immediately the two nearest Black Company operatives push through the door, looking around with alarm, then flinching visibly as she leaps to her feet, vehemently cursing at them. "OUT! OUT, GODDAMN YOUR EYES!" The two don't quite stumble over each other as they backpedal for the door, the dark-haired one fumbling for his comm device and speaking hurriedly in hushed tones.

'Let them call,' she thinks venomously, tossing the bloodstained towel to the floor and stalking through the now damaged door. She first heads to her office, cursing again as she realizes it is no sanctuary - not when simply looking around the room brings up memories of that night. Swearing again loudly, she walks briskly down the hall, her sensible heels tapping along the marble, echoing through the large hallway. She has no real destination, only wanting to be out, to be away.

The hallway ends in an old wooden door, and she pushes her way through it, stepping out onto the Bridge of Tears that spans the canale below, stretching from the back of the government building to the Prigioni Scura.

'Last walk of the condemned' she thinks darkly. 'How appropriate.' With a short, humorless laugh, she sinks forward against the cold white stone, peering out through the latticework to the outside world, pointedly ignoring the insistent chirrup of her comm device.

United Indiastan

24-05-2004, 11:36

Quoth the poet: "A tag by any other name would still be as lame."

(for this, he was promptly shot)

Dread Lady Nathicana

26-05-2004, 14:12

Much later that night, Nathicana stirs, reflexively pulling the light covers closer as she curls up under them in the relative comfort of her own bed. In her mind, the day's events had cycled over, and over, with her examining them every which way, weighing and measuring ... ‘til finally, they faded, overtaken by her need for sleep.

Of course with sleep, came dreams ...

Sitting in her office, the morning sun streaming through the open windows, she worked diligently on the latest draft for a proposal she planned on bringing before Carlos. Iraqstan had been steadily growing less and less stable. Something had to be done.

The rig? Always a possibility, though she knew Devon would never allow it. Devon ... That reminded her of something, though she couldn't quite think what. What did strike her was that for some reason, going behind his back to have Shodey shut Carlos down would be a Bad Idea.™

"As if he's doing anything about this," she muttered, her brow furrowing as she continued to type, then paused, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples with her fingertips.

There's something else I'm forgetting. I just know it.

When Nathi's eyes opened she found herself in a completely different place. It happened as many odd shifts in dreams do, seeming that the previous setting had been, a waking dream within a dream, and as she came back to, she found herself suddenly in the Grand Imperial Hall in Ali'Staan. Just as Alkanphel wished her to.

A massive shield, sable, unblazoned, hangs from the wall opposite the entryway, with two troll-sized sabers crossing behind it. To the right, a massive bar with an obscene amount of libations stocked behind it spans the entire length of the hall, mirrored glass hanging behind the bottles. The bar was, of course, lined with stools: some were occupied, and some were not. Save for a good sized dance floor, most of the room was dominated with tables and elaborate place settings. It was obviously a reception of some sort, with fancy name cards at each setting. A number of foreign dignitaries could be picked out of the crowd, some of which Nathi might know. The Warlords, and the Marshals were present as well, and Jay Reaven's band played atop a bandstand under the shield. They were playing a cover of "Don't Do Me Like That" by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Nathi got the impression the song had been dedicated to Devon, a twisted reminder by Reaven of the man's rather unfortunate plight.

Alkanphel jostles Nathi slightly, which was probably the reason why she had snapped out of her reverie. She notices as he does this that the man wears a golden band around his ring finger, and is not clad in his usual attire. His suit is black, with a white ascot, as opposed to the other way around. The Warlord furrows his brow as he looks at her. "You alright?"

"Of course," she murmurs, absentmindedly toying with the beaded sheath of her long ivory dress as she looks around, a puzzled expression on her face.

Alkanphel nods absently as Warlord Althalon approaches the duo, grinning like a fool. He extends his hand first to Alkanphel. "Heya. Congrats on the big ceremony," he says with a chuckle. Alkanphel shakes the man's hand, then Althalon turns to Nathi. "You two seem like quite an interesting match. I daresay I never thought I'd see the day."

The Maiar chuckles lightly and slips his arm around Nathi's waist. "Don't sound so surprised," he says with a characteristic smirk.

Nathicana blinks, brows both going up in surprise as she looks at Konrad. 'Match ...?' She doesn't resist as Alkanphel pulls her closer, relying on her usual cover - smiling pleasantly. "Grazie, Konrad," she says, albeit a bit breathlessly, shifting against Alkanphel as if assuring herself he's really there. She glances down quickly at her hand, confirming what her racing mind has already been telling her. Her gaze holds.

'But when did I ... and where is ...'

The part of her still hurting from Devon's vehement responses to it all of course rises up to beat down the worry as she examines the elaborate ring on her own finger. 'It's not as though he ever asked, you know. He seemed quite content to let things go on as they had, so long as we were together.'

The Easterling bows deeply. He either does not notice Nathi's apparent discomfort, or he is choosing to ignore it. "Well, enough of my shit, I'm off for another scotch." He grins again at Alkanphel. "Nothing like a wedding reception as an excuse to get trashed, eh?" he says, waggling his eyebrows.

Alkanphel rolls his eyes. "As if you need one," he retorts with a chuckle. He reaches forward and slugs Konrad on the shoulder teasingly. "Just be sure to keep those lampshades off your head, will you? We don't need another Reaven running around."

Alkanphel watches the Warlord damn near runs to the bar, and grins, then turns his attention back to Nathi. "Is something bothering you?" he asks, cocking his head to one side.

She remembered a wedding once, but the players had been far different. A moonlit night, only a few guests, several completely uninvited ... And Jaime, standing and smiling warmly at her, the way she remembered him doing before everything went to hell. Alkanphel's words jar her again from her reveries, and she looks up at the Maiar, her smile slipping, brows knit again in confusion, but trying quietly to sort it all out. "I ... don't understand," she says, unsure of what to say.

Alkanphel pulls her away from the crowd, as Reaven's band plays the last bars of the song. Reaven launches into some sort of speech about how great the audience is and how whoever created the hammock should be hailed as the greatest genius in modern history. Alkanphel furrows his brow, and looks intently into Nathi's eyes. "What? What's the matter?" he asks, genuinely alarmed. He squeezes her hand gently. "Talk to me."

Nathi slips down into a chair, knees feeling like rubber, and Alkanphel kneels in front of her. "This ... when did we ... I mean, it all seems so sudden, and ..." She queried, holding onto his hand tightly, as if needing the support. It seems real, he's right there, and worried - just as any caring spouse would be, she tells herself. Just like Jaime had done. Just like Devon had for so long .. until now it seemed.

'What happened to Dev?'

A sudden thought strikes her. "The children ... where are they? Mia sorella - is she with them?"

Alkanphel sighs and nods. "They're fine, and yes, as far as I know, she is. You know how she is: SHODAN never liked me much and I doubt she ever will," he says gravely. He kisses her lightly on the forehead, and draws his arm around her shoulder in a loose embrace. "They're fine. And as far as I know, they're not due for another month, at the latest." The Maiar sets his jaw. "But then again, I could be completely wrong. I'm sure you know more about them than even I do on account of SHODAN's distaste for me."

It all felt so familiar, and yet so strange. Looking around as she leans in against him, she scans the room for familiar faces, a sinking feeling in her stomach. 'Shodey and Bari, Speaker, Timofeyev, Xeruyu, Razak ...' The names filter through her mind, going back through those from Silver Cities and Gothicum – Zaek and Rothana, now gone, Silver and Marcus, Richenda – all of which seemed ages ago.

"I can't help that, Alkanphel. You knew it would be this way," she answers quietly, after a time. 'I know it would be this way. Wait ...'

Alkanphel sighs. "I'm trying my best to keep politics out of this one, Nathi, I really am. I'll not be so imposing as to question your ties, but I can't say I'm too happy with SHODAN being left in charge of my child." He draws in a breath and nods, closing his eyes for a moment as he gathers his thoughts. "But I'm trusting in her care for you," he said, reassuring himself. He nods again. "Yes, she'd never do anything to hurt you. I'm sure her care for your well being far outweighs her dislike for me." He sighs once more and his eyes scan the walls around them as he searches for his next words. His voice takes on that concerned tone again. "But .. you did want this, didn't you?" he asks, biting his lip.

At first, Nathicana nods as if this is an old discussion, well used. "But she's the only one I trust to take care of them, and she has the tech to do so. You know I can't carry to term. Sacrificed that when I got chromed. Back then, I never thought I'd have to worry about it." She looks up at him curiously, again reminded strongly of days long gone, yet unable to shake the feeling of apprehension. That alone is enough to make her throat tighten, and her stomach feel like it's suddenly dropped. The next thoughts filter through quickly, often opposing each other.

'How can you put him through this?'

'How could he do this to me?'

'How could you just leave Devon, after all you've been through?'

"No ... no, this can't be right," she murmurs, standing up, looking around again as if lost.

Alkanphel looks up at Nathi with a sigh as the band begins to play 'If Only She Knew.' Reaven sings with an uncharacteristically smooth voice, and Alkanphel cocks a brow, looking towards the stage. He stands slowly. " I.. I'm ..." he starts, but can’t seem to find the words.

He shakes his head after a lengthy pause. "What do you mean, it 'can't be right?'"

Nathi winces at his expression, feeling guilty even as all the warnings others had pressed on her about Alkanphel and the Imperium run through her mind, not to mention what her own experiences had taught her. "I don't remember the wedding," she says, backing away slowly, shaking her head. "I don't remember you proposing." Her eyes start to tear up. "I can't remember what happened to Dev," she continues, feeling the first of them starting to stream down her cheeks. "And I still don't know why you of all people would even want me."

Alkanphel laughs slightly. "Devon's fine," he assures her. "Last I heard he was finally starting to come around," he says with a nod. "He and his Empire are seeking peace talks, it would seem. I suppose he doesn't want his heir to have to deal with Lord Melkor's wrath. Under the circumstances, neither do I." He shrugs. "As far as everything else goes ..." he smiled warmly and squeezed her hand again. "You've just been under a lot of stress lately." He approaches her ever so slightly with outstretched arms. "I'm sure it will come back to you," he finishes with a self-affirming nod.

"Of course I've been under a lot of stress," she snaps with irritation. "Between the conspirators, and the issues in my alliances, and trying to rule over a nation that's grown beyond it's means, and the bambinos, and you goddamn men pulling me every which way with ‘I want this’ and ‘can’t do that’ ..." She takes another step back, her temper starting to show. "And you've never answered me. Never once. Why, Alkanphel. Why now? After all the time we've known each other and had dealings, why now? What do you want? Why can’t I remember?"

Alkanphel tightens his jaw. When Nathi looks hard enough, she finds that he is, in fact, fighting back tears. "I thought we were past all this," he answers, in a resigned tone. "I just .. I don't know what to say anymore. You .. I thought you understood me more than anyone else," he says firmly. "I'm not screwing around here, I'm not trying to play you or anyone else for a fool." He continues, leveling his gaze at the woman. "I just ..." he trails off. "I don't know. I take a lot of time with everything I do, I can't help it. It's just my nature." He bites his lip again. "I just didn't know how to approach you at first," he finishes lamely, looking to the ground.

'How many times have I done this? How many times have I lashed out at the wrong time, at the wrong person? Sweet Jesu - Shodey, Speaker, all the rest reached out to me when they had no reason to do so, when I myself have lived my life in opposition to things they've held dear. Could it be so different here? Am I being unfair?'

Nathi starts forward, one hand reaching out, then stops, biting her lower lip as the tears slip slowly down her cheeks. "Please, don't ..." She clenches her fist reflexively, and feels a sharp pain. Looking down, she sees it's bandaged, and she remembers the glass from earlier.

'Shit. Earlier. And he said ... and I thought ... Il dio, wait …'

Her expression softens, and she looks almost relieved. "I'm dreaming," she says, the corners of her lips turning up in a curious smile.

Alkanphel says nothing, but smiles slightly. Reaven's band finishes the song, and starts another. Something about 'Sharks in the water matey.' Slowly, he turns his gaze back to Nathi. "Well, that's certainly an interesting conclusion," he answers with a nod. "Not sure quite what to say to that," he adds with a chuckle.

Nathicana cants her head to one side, her expression thoughtful. "Lucid dreaming. Rare," she murmurs to herself, the tears disappearing as if they were never there. Around them, at different tables, moving about on the dance floor, others appear - her missing friends. And over there, a couple that bear a strong resemblance to Nathi herself, sitting quietly, talking in hushed voices. Even Devon is there at the bar kicking back a shot of scotch with vonKarma as the imposing Haradrim bartender looks on. For the first time, she smiles warmly, genuinely.

'If it isn't real, it doesn't matter. I'm never going to have this sort of craziness in any waking hours. May as well enjoy, see where it goes.'

Nathi walks slowly over to Alkanphel, her hands sliding up over his stomach and chest, then looping around his neck gently. "Dance with me," she murmurs softly, looking up at him with a secretive smile.

Alkanphel takes a brief look around, and, noting the change in her demeanor, leads her to the dance floor and complies. What few people had arrayed themselves on the wooden paneling covering the floor dispersed upon their arrival as several other musicians joined the stage. Alkanphel lifts his chin and smiles. "Interesting," he muses, as the music begins to play. He doesn't recognize the tune.

Nonetheless, the Maiar manages to make do. Despite the fact that until now, no one could likely envision the man actually dancing he seems to be doing so with relative comfort and ease. He smiles again, a rarity for the normally aloof Maiar.

Nathicana holds herself close as they dance, enjoying the sounds of the older Bowie song, not a bit fazed at the change of inflection and tone of Reaven's singing voice, as out of character as it seems. 'I'm Deranged ...' Looking up at Alkanphel with a mischievous smile of her own, she chuckles. "So, after this, then what? The little house in the countryside, white picket fence and the works?"

Alkanphel grins broadly and shrugs. "The sky's the limit, is it not?" he answers with a laugh. "Besides. Depends on where this 'countryside' that you're thinking of is exactly." He winks. "I'm growing rather tired of the rocky barren wastelands of Dor Dae."

"Well that's simple enough," she muses, chuckling softly again. "You've seen the lush countryside even just around Devras, yes? And I'm the one with a nation to run, so the Dominion it is. And while I don't have any such 'picket fence,' I do have one hell of a view." Nestling in against him as the song ends, she whispers quietly. "Now, this is the part where you pour your heart out in disgustingly tender protests of love and endearment, gather me up in your arms, and we start the honeymoon." All delivered with a wicked little smile and a shift of her hips against his.

"Perhaps," starts Alkanphel, "That journey would be best commenced elsewhere," he answers, with his own wicked grin. "Away from all these prying eyes," he finishes with a wink, his hand tightening on her waist.

"Well, that was sort of the idea," she says conspiratorially. "Even I have some sense of decorum ... sometimes."

Alkanphel grins. The irony of that statement, coupled with the circumstances of their first union, was certainly not lost on him. Wordlessly, he escorts Nathi to the rear of the room, followed by the collective gaze of scores of attendants, guests, and assorted dignitaries. Alkanphel stops at the door and bows with a flourish. "I thank you all for this wonderful reception, and do hope that it can continue in my absence, but now I must bid you adieu, for the Dread Lady and I have some ..." He pauses. "Business to attend to," he announces loudly, grabbing a glass of champagne off a waiter's tray, which happened to be conveniently close by. He takes a sip, and raises his glass. "Farewell!" he cries, emptying the remainder of the flute into his mouth a moment later for simplicity's sake. The waiter curses.

Swallowing the drink, he slides out the door with Nathi and closes it behind them.

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Nathicana sits up with a gasp, breathing heavily, disoriented. Casting around in the darkness, she realizes first, she’s in her own room, her own bed. Second, that she’s well and truly alone. And third …

“Aw Christ, you have got to be fucking kidding me…”

Pulling the sheet off the bed with her, she walks, or rather stumbles, to the double doors leading out of her room, and onto the balcony. Standing there under the new growth of leaves from the vines that shadowed the walkway, the pre-dawn air cool against her fevered skin, she turns over each part of the dream in her mind, taking note of the shifts, the twists, the details of it all carefully examined as swiftly as she can, holding onto it before it fades, which much of it does all too quickly.

But that doesn’t make a damn bit of sense, that. No, wait … how did he say it …’errant suspicions from an overworked, over-burdened mind’. Yes, yes that’s it. The stress, the worries … missing everyone, thinking I’d lost them all not so long ago out in the back country, running … thoughts of Dev, thoughts of the future, overlaying fears from the past onto problems in the present … aye, no more than this. Dreams seldom make sense. This is no different.

Slowly, she calms, breathing in the early morning air, the light scents from the gardens below softly soothing her senses. As for that at the end …

Of course it was good. It’s been forever … and in dreams it always is.

She tries to push away the more immediate concerns of ‘what he knows’ and ‘what he wants’ and the very bothersome question of what to do about what he’d said about her and the child.

“That’s crazy talk, that is,” she mutters, wrapping the sheet around her more closely, and slipping back inside to try and get what sleep she can in the brief hours that remain. Rest is needed for the days ahead. Especially for that trip to Devonton in a matter of days.

His letter seemed warm …

Dread Lady Nathicana

26-05-2004, 14:51

Several days later, after touching down in Devonton, Nathicana briskly walks down the ramp leading from The Tempest, a small duffel bag tossed casually over her shoulder. She glances up with some irritation as the escort ships that had accompanied her do a final flyby, and head back towards the Dominion, muttering imprecations under her breath. Can't even fucking fly by myself anymore ...

Ben Vitner stands by the door of a black limousine, flanked by half a dozen other identical vehicles. He bows slightly and gestures to the open door. "My Lady?"

"Thank you, Ben," Nathi says, brushing past without slowing much, and ducking quickly into the limo. She tosses her bag unceremoniously on the floor, and slides over to the far window, staring out at the view moodily.

Ben nods to the bodyguards flanking each vehicle, then brings his wrist to his mouth to mutter some quiet orders. Then he climbs in after and closes the door. "I trust you had a pleasant flight?"

She nods, not speaking for a moment, then seeming to remember something. "How is he, Ben?"

He pauses to think. The question isn't unexpected. "Nervous. He'd never admit it or show it to the others, but this war has him working thirty-hour days. I've threatened to force him to sleep under guard if necessary. But I can't say as I blame him; there aren't many opponents bigger than the Imperium to take on. But at least we've got a lot of support, and my data suggests the Imperium isn't looking to invade; they're concentrating their strength on defense."

Nathicana frowns more darkly at that, shaking her head. "Of all the damn fool ventures that man had to involve himself in," she mutters quietly. "I'll see what I can do."

Ben nods politely. Whatever questions might be brimming behind his eyes, he keeps them safely locked up. She glances over at him curiously as they drive, feeling that 'itchy' sort of sensation she's learned to trust. "Out with it, man. What is it?"

The man smiles gently. "Just curious. I've read the reports, but Dev didn't talk about what happened over there. Now you're here and you're as nervous and gloomy as he is. That doesn't even count our risk assessment of hiring Calabrese as your second in command."

"I have my reasons," she says, more sharply than she'd intended. "I'm sorry, Ben. Things just happened so fast there at the end, and he and I ... we've not had time to really talk. Simple as that."

Ben nods serenely and doesn't push. The drive is conducted with its usual efficiency, the path that once lasted two hours now taking a little over fifteen minutes. Once the vehicles are safely locked down in the garage, Ben opens the door and holds it for Nathicana. "He's in his office, getting some last minute things done. Go drag him out of there, if you would."

"Grazie, Ben," Nathi says simply, taking up her bag again, and walking purposefully down the familiar path to Devon's office, looking more like someone steeling themselves for a battle ahead rather than a joyous reunion with every second step.

Treznor sits in his office, pouring over his reports. The sound of footsteps catches his attention, and he recognises the owner immediately. Unbidden, his heart begins to race. She's here. Thank god. What the hell do I say?

She enters the room without bothering to knock, tossing her long dark hair back over her shoulder and looking at him with her chin tilted up in that imperious manner she has, especially when preparing to be particularly stubborn about something. "You've been working too hard, Dev. Put it away. We're going to go have something nice to eat, a calm glass of wine, and we're going to talk."

"Hi, Red. I'm...glad you're here. Lemme just send off this thing and we'll go." He types at breakneck speed at his terminal, knowing he won't be given much reprieve, if at all.

Nathicana watches him closely, not setting down her bag in a clear signal she's only waiting so long. "Understood," she manages in a much softer voice than she'd started with. He looks tired ... damn that man, he ought to be taking better care of himself.

Treznor finishes in under a minute, flashes through to make sure he hasn't missed anything, and hits Send. "Okay, thanks for waiting. Eat in or out tonight? I've got Carol on standby, but there's a new Kelanthian restaurant that opened up last week."

"Whatever you would find more relaxing, boy," she murmurs, holding out a hand to him as she stands in the doorway.

He takes her hand and pauses to kiss it slowly and brush it against the stubble on his cheek. "Eating in, then. I'll have Carol whip up some pasta and such. I don't feel like a public appearance."

Nathi squeezes his hand in turn, blinking back the sudden tears that well up at his touch. Dropping the bag at her feet, she reaches out to tentatively pull him closer as she strokes her fingertips along his cheek. "I've missed you," she whispers.

Treznor hugs her tightly and lets out a long, heavy sigh. "Missed you too. I panicked when I woke up and S.H.O.D.A.N. told me you'd gone back to Devras. Took it out on her...again. At least it didn't take me long to apologise. Thanks for coming, love."

Nathicana holds him close in turn, relaxing in against him as she lets the tears flow. "I'm sorry for leaving like that. I had to. There was nothing you could have done, mi amore. No more worries. Lets get you home."

He nods quietly and opens the door. He gestures for the guards to precede them as they head for the private dining hall. "Been watching things in Devras. Things seem to be settling down, which is good. I hadn't hoped it would be so good. Is that partly Cesare's work?"

"He's got his talents, Dev. I always had big plans for the son of a bitch," she says, scowling slightly, her eyes shifting about cautiously, in spite of the guard. "Once we came to an 'understanding', he's been invaluable in helping direct things. Things are ... changing. It will take some getting used to."

"No doubt. I'm not criticising; whatever misgivings I may have about the guy, it's your call. I hope you won't mind if I take my own little...precautions, though."

Nathicana snorts quietly. "As if I could stop you. Christ, you and everyone else. It's like a goddamn prison anymore for all the well-meaning 'looking after' I have going on there. You mark my words," she says turning slightly and gesturing sharply with her finger. "This bullshit is going to stop." Pausing, she continues in a more sulky manner. "Eventually."

Treznor laughs and recaptures the hand. "I have no intention of imprisoning you; I have to deal with my own bodyguards. I've merely made arrangements to have the man watched. If you die, he won't live out the hour. When I see him, I'll make sure he understands it."

She gives the man an irritated sidelong glance. "Wonderful. So he'll add his watchers to the list of folks I have tailing my every move as well. Just fucking wonderful. Do you have any idea what I went through to keep them off my shuttle? Massetti is going to be nursing that nose for a good while, I'd bet."

Treznor grins. "You're preaching to the choir here. I have my own nursemaids to deal with. Consider it the price of power. You could always retire." He winks to suggest a joke.

"I almost did," she says quietly, looking away and frowning, taking her hand back.

Treznor walks the rest of the way in silence until they reach the dining room where he has the guards wait outside. Then he offers to help Nathicana with her seat. "Are you in the mood for anything in particular, or shall I have Carol surprise us?"

She quietly accepts and settles in, tossing her bag aside with uncharacteristic unconcern. "Anything works, Dev. Even something as simple as a plate of sandwich fixings. I'm not picky." She lets out a long, slow breath, looking around the room thoughtfully. Eventually her eyes come back to his, and she smiles tiredly. "Truly, whatever you like."

He takes his seat and taps an order into a small terminal. Then he turns back to give her his full attention. "S.H.O.D.A.N. tells me the kids are doing well. Gave me a litany of details that I took to mean 'don't ask.' I've been meaning to go visit, but there's just been too much to do. And I couldn't actually see them, anyway; I'd just be sitting next to a tank, as I understand it.

"Aye, that's just how it is," she says, smiling a bit more. "It feels terribly strange, you know, expecting without well ... expecting. I don't claim to understand it all either. I only know they're safe and well. And that just has to be good enough."

Treznor sighs heavily. "You know I'm thrilled to be doing this with you. I've wanted children with you ever since I realised what I was looking for those years wandering in the wilderness. But I meant what I said on Rhea. There's just so much at risk here. I only wish I'd found a better way to express it. I wasn't prepared for the shock."

Nathicana nods, her gaze dropping to the table in front of her as she idly traces a fingertip along the patterns in the wood. "It's not exactly how I'd hoped things would be either, Dev. Once we'd decided, I'd hoped to have things neat and orderly and ... uncomplicated. I am sorry, mi amore."

"I'm sorry, too. You needed me, and I wasn't there for you. I regret that most of all. The kids are important, my Empire is important, but you come first. That's always been my rule."

Right. You're not the one who was fucking around and ... She looks about to say something, then changes track, trying on a smile. "You have been. Already established the Dominion was something I had to take care of without you. Would have given away the game, that. Enough with the apologies. Where do we go from here?"

He frowns and slumps in his chair. "I don't know. We're at something of an impasse, I think. I can't see that child of...his as anything but a trap. Even if it's benign for now, it's an unnatural creation. I'm sorry if that upsets you, but I can't ignore those facts."

Nathicana's smile falters, her brow knit with concern. "I'm not angry, Dev. I'm also not changing my mind, for now. I don't think it's quite what you think it is ..." She hesitates, biting her lip. "Just give me time."

Treznor nods unwillingly. "All right. In the meanwhile we've got one good Heir to work with. Think you'd be up to planning another, in time? The succession I've outlined requires multiple choices."

"In time, yes. Just because we can technically have a child whenever we want doesn't mean I don't want there to be some normalcy to it. I want our children to have the attention they deserve, which means a bit of spacing, if you don't mind," she says, attempting another smile. "I have plans of my own as well, as I'm sure you noted from that little speech. We have two good nations in need of future leaders, after all."

Treznor does his best to hide the sigh of relief, also hoping that the reason for it won't be guessed. "Plus, I can't see this war finishing in under two years. Hell, if we actually succeed at sacking Angband, it'll take us three just to get there. Supplying that many forces is going to be insanity. But anyway. What are you willing to tell me about Cesare?"

Nathicana is too distracted with the turn the talk takes to worry over his sigh. She looks at him anxiously, thinking back on all the meetings. "Dev, must you pursue this course? Isn't there any way to withdraw without losing too much face? It's idiocy, man, and I can't see any good coming from it."

Treznor shakes his head slowly. "I can't think of one. I --" He's interrupted by the chef arriving with appetizers, calamari in lightly spiced breading and several choices of dip to go with them. "Thank you, Carol." He waits for her to leave before stuffing two into his mouth.

"But the good news is that I heard from Yaroo. The Grendels are behind this one hundred percent. With their help, we might just have a chance to crack that damned pit."

"As I was saying, I'm counting on him to marshall the majority of his strength on his home ground; otherwise he just might win at Mars or Io. If I don't push this maneuver, however hopeless it might be, it'll free him up to move elsewhere. Maybe even directly against me.

Nathicana says nothing for a few minutes, idly toying with the calamari, then finally taking one to nibble at, still frowning. "I'm working on that, dammit," she murmurs half under her breath, fingertips nervously tapping along the table's edge. "I just can't see this ending well."

Treznor smirks slightly and chews on another one. I've been skipping too many meals. Gotta talk to someone about getting some concentrate bars stocked in the office. "Of course it won't end well. But that was a foregone conclusion. Look at the pattern Morgoth has been pushing: ever farther outward toward Saturn. Maintaining a supply line for future engagements. Tell me I'm wrong about his intentions."

"No, I can't deny it, but if perhaps something could be arranged, or an accord reached, or ..." She was fishing, she knew it. And she still had no comfortable way to explain the recent interest the Imperium had shown her and her own nation. God, as if he isn't worried enough!

"If you can manage it, then I'll back you. But his goals have been fairly transparent, and he's annoyed enough people that it wasn't very difficult to rally international support to kick him off Mars and Io. But there's no way I'm going to underestimate him, Nath. I need him preoccupied on as many fronts as possible, divide his attention and his strength if any one of my goals are to succeed. He's not ready for this yet, and I don't want to wait until he is."

She hesitates, again biting her lip as she ponders how to continue. "So ... you will support efforts at negotiations, with the understanding that even if we manage to stem the aggression, we don't go in blind?"

Treznor frowns. "Always. But I'm not going to rest until I know he's contained, and the threat to Titan and the Triumvirate is negated. What's on your mind?"

Nathi shrugs, trying to cover the telltale fidgeting, then reaches for another piece of calamari. "I agree on protecting our assets and our alliances, Dev. Consider such talks initiated." There, done, brace for impact.

Treznor scowls. "Init...he's been there, has he? Back for more sport, I assume?"

She looks at him as if she's been slapped. "If that's all you think of me Devon Treznor, then perhaps I should leave now and let you get on with your precious war," she says in a dangerously quiet voice.

He leans back, arms folded. "I don't care who you fuck, when or how. I don't trust him, and you know it. He's already violated you once. This isn't about what I think of you, it's about what he's already done and you know it."

Nathicana tilts her chin up and looks at him with surprising calm across the table. "I've taken precautions, and do not expect this to be a problem in the future," she says archly. "Nor am I going into this with my eyes closed. Let me remind you, boy, that had you been a bit more judicious in your actions, those previous meetings would have never been called, and we might have avoided this unpleasantness altogether."

Treznor shakes his head. "I took a calculated risk! At least I learned from my mistakes...oh hell." He pauses to collect himself. "I'm sorry. I'm just not very rational where he's concerned. I'm sure you made sure he couldn't hurt you again."

Ah Dev, if only I could find how to do that here also. "I'm taking calculated risks as well. I admit having my own selfish reasons for wanting to keep your sorry hide intact, goddammit. Yell all you like, but at least give me the benefit of the doubt before you start hurling accusations. Things went surprisingly smoothly, and no, no manipulations, I'm sure of it." She takes another piece of calamari and eats without really tasting it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. This isn't easy for me, or either of us. I've missed you so much, and been worried sick about you...then this thing with...him comes up...I'm sorry for overreacting. I'll try to do better, I promise."

Nathicana hates the comparisons that leap to mind. Things ought to feel the exact opposite as they have been. Tensions there, tenderness here. Why is this so damn hard? "Dev ..." She starts, getting up out of her chair, and walking slowly over to his. "Done is done. Still need to move on. I've things I set in motion a long time ago to try in my own way to keep my interests safe."

"We both have things we need to do. We both have concerns with how the other is doing them. All we can do is make the best of it." Nathi leans over and kisses him softly, her eyes quietly pleading.

Treznor pulls her into his lap and returns the kiss. "All right. I can't promise not to worry. And I can't promise to stop hating him. But I promise to trust you, even where he's concerned."

She wraps her arms around his shoulders, nestling in contentedly, even as the doubt continues to gnaw at her. "I'll do what I can, Dev. As always. Now ..." She starts to slowly kiss her way along his neck, shifting slightly on his lap. "Can we break out a bottle of good wine, and forget about all that for a while?"

"Got a Fomentini on order. Can I feed you from my plate?"

Nathi smiles, tilting her head slightly to look at him for a moment, quietly studying his face, then trailing her fingertips along his cheek. "I'd like that, mi amore."

Treznor leans forward for another kiss, content to be distracted from his worries for the moment. She leans into it, stroking her hand back through his hair, quite happy to provide the distraction.

Melkor Unchained

28-05-2004, 03:16

Nathicana sits quietly at her desk, going over the latest reports, fighting down the fluttery feeling she'd had building up in her stomach all morning. The last time I met with him in here ... goddammit. She pours herself a fresh glass of ice water, and sips it slowly, forcing herself to relax. Need to know what's going on, see if anything has changed.

It had been a couple weeks since their last meeting, no word had come from either Alkanphel or his Master on things diplomatic or otherwise. It had her nervous to say the least. What she could gather of his movements was anything but threatening, in fact he seemed to keep to his room more often than not.

What is he up to?

Alkanphel pushes the door open and walks in, his arms crossed behind his back. With a nod, he begins, "Hello Nathicana." He walks with purpose towards her desk, looking around for an appropriate place to seat himself. He sighs, and scans the room briefly. "I trust your trip went well?"

Nathicana glances up and with a casual nod, indicates one of the chairs across from her desk. "It did," she says simply, finishing typing the document she was working on, taking only a minute or two to wrap it up. Folding down the screen on her portcomp, she slides it out of the way and takes on a pleasant enough smile. "And your stay here in Devras?"

Alkanphel nods faintly as he sits. "Surprisingly enjoyable. I went into town after a couple of days' solitude in my room. Wonderful city. I'm fascinated with the Old City in particular. Quite a departure from the Imperium's own cities, it would seem." He rubs his jaw absently. "I sent the Marshals home after a time, for they were no longer needed. Althalon is still around somehwere; I haven't spoken to him since the night before last. He probably went into town as well."

"We pride ourselves on our history, our culture," Nathicana says thoughtfully. "While those who have come and attempted to conquer, or settled here have left their marks, we have managed to meld it into a delicious blend all our own. We have, and will continue to persevere." She tilts her head slightly. "I had heard that such was the case, which in some ways surprised me. In others ... " She pauses, taking a slow sip of her ice water, her eyes never leaving him. "I'll get right to the point. We've heard no word from the Imperium since last we'd spoken. I have been going over the papers, and realize we have much to discuss in that area. I also realize that certain actions on behalf of my allies create certain ... difficulties. I would like to discuss options along those lines as well."

Alkanphel leans back in his chair slightly, folding his hands loosely over his lap. "Indeed we do. You've not heard from the Imperium on the matter likely because this is largely my issue personally, not Melkor's. At any rate, I've asked that he stay out of this until I get some of these issues settled. The last thing you need right now, by my estimation at least, is the Man Downstairs breathing down your neck." He chuckles slightly. "Given that I'm one of the few in his staff that he actually listens to, I daresay I've actually got some time to work with here." He pauses. "And yes, you're right about your allies. It's a bit tricky for me to even pretend to get along with someone who's trying to invade my country."

"I'd say I've already attracted more attention there than I should like," Nathi murmurs, her brow furrowing slightly. "A personal letter, Alkanphel. This simply isn't done." Her brow creases further as she recognizes the implications he's just made. The bitterness is clear in her voice. "So ... he knows as well, does he? A special 'favor' to his favorite warlord, to go take care of his problem?" She sighs heavily, rubbing her temples quietly. "Back to business. I realize the situation is difficult, but I need to find a way here. I need assurances, man. And I realize all too well that isn't how the Imperium works."

The Maiar rubs his chin thoughtfully, his eyes wandering slowly about the room before returning to Nathicana. "What sort of assurances?"

Nathicana fixes him with a steady gaze. "Assurances that my interests will be left..." she pauses. "Unmolested. I have two alliances to look after, as well as my own nation. One of those has a history going back what seems ages with Arda, the other has recently fallen out of favor. In return of course, I do all I can to encourage a policy of 'hands off' when it comes to Imperial interests. I know it sounds overly simplified here, but bear with me," she says, taking another long, slow sip. "A drink?" she asks casually.

Alkanphel grins a little. "Perhaps in a bit. I take it by 'interests,' you're referring to Devon and the children, no?" He shook his head slightly. "I can give you nothing more than my word, in that regard. Frankly, the reason Devon is still alive, after his threats and invasion, is largely due to your affection for him. If I wanted him harmed directly, I'd have done so already." He asserted. "I realize that probably doesn't sound very reassuring, but it's the truth. I won't lie: I hate the bastard, and I'm sure he hates me just as much. But the fact of the matter is, under the circumstances, I'd prefer not to tempt fate by slaying or otherwise incapacitating the man."

Nathi's expression grows more tightly controlled as he goes on, her blue eyes glittering dangerously. "I have many interests, among whom those three do indeed figure prominently. I have no doubt that they will continue to remain unharmed, as I will not allow otherwise," she says firmly, leaving no doubt she means to see to it personally if need be. "However, I was referring to less personal and more far-reaching ties and interests, such as my alliances. Hence the mention thereof and intent to encourage a non-combative stance from them as well. I cannot get that from them when they feel the Imperium remains a threat." She takes a slow breath, releases it, then sips her water slowly, reminding herself silently to remain calm and polite.

Alkanphel nods knowingly. "Oh yes, of course." He pauses, and purses his lips. "Did we ever actually have a formal NDA/Arda Non-Agression Pact on the books? I know we traded extensively, but it may have been an oversight." He scratches his head. "That would probably be a good way to start, this time around." He thinks it over for a moment, then snorts. "But, under the existing circumstances, it would likely obligate Treznor to abandon this silly war. What we did to him to provoke this, I'll never know."

"I believe events have conspired against him, and he has been forced to act in ways he deems best to do the same thing I have been trying to do via different means. The events on Io ..." she begins in careful tones, "I'm certain there have been oversights and perhaps overly hasty judgements all around. Things once set in motion of this nature seldom are quickly resolved. The agressive nature of the Imperium is what concerns me, and not simply for the NDA alone. You know better than that, Alkanphel. Still, I'm only one leader among many, and while you and I could quite possibly come to terms here, I have neither the right nor the authority to broker deals for the Trium. Nor do I suspect, do you on your own, even if you wished it. I see a long road ahead here." Nathicana sighs quietly, bringing up her left hand to gently rub along her temple, brows furrowed.

Alkanphel heaves a sigh, and hunches over, resting his elbows on his knees. "Althalon fears for his life. The Io assignment was something everyone expected me to be charged with. He took it as a test, essentially, and is convinced that Lord Melkor will kill him if he does not seize land on the moon." He shook his head a bit, and leaned back again. "I can't make any apologies for that that haven't already been made. We're trying to smooth over some relations out there, but it's proving tedious at best." He shrugged. "We didn't expect any less."

Nathicana watches him closely, her face unreadable, trying to gauge this man who so was not acting as she'd come to expect. Man, hell ... much more than that, though every bit as much the headache. "It's a pity. I've always rather liked Konrad," she murmurs softly as she frowns again. "And while I've never fooled myself into thinking this was an idealistic relationship, until recently, it has been an amicable one."

"This balance I've tried to keep ... I've found it all tumbling down around my ears. All my efforts seemingly in vain." Her expression hardens a bit as she goes on, her suspicions once again rising to the surface. "And then all this, with you ..." she trails off. "I don't understand why you're being so solicitous, other than the obvious. I do know I don't trust you. Something happened here that night that wasn't right. It was different from our other talks. The ones we've had lately, even moreso. I don't like inconsistencies."

Alkanphel draws in a deep breath, and closes his eyes. It seems, for a moment, that he may not speak for a time. Slowly, he opens his eyes and meets Nathi's gaze intently. "I don't handle affairs in my personal life in any way that resembles my Emperor's foreign policies. Our relationship became, thus, a personal issue with myself as opposed to enacting the will of my Lord," he explains. He crosses his legs, and lays his arms on the rests. "Would this have been any different had it happened earlier? I'm not seeing what sort of mistrust you've apparently come to expect in having dealt with me in a professional capacity; I simply acted in the best interests of my country on what information we had at the time. It all seems to have pretty much come to a head already, so I would have thought this would have served to defuse the tension." He tightened his jaw a bit. "Did you ever wonder, at all, just why the NDA was in such a unique political situation with the Imperium, and especially the DLN?"

"I'll give you a hint," he says, leaning forward just a touch. "It wasn't because of Melkor."

"I admit, our relations have been rather friendly, but until that night I hadn't thought that ... I mean, it didn't seem the proper way to - or rather, a professional approach seemed best. I won't lie, I did think to perhaps distract a bit, and you seemed interested enough. It's not as though you've ever mentioned anything of the like," she says, less smoothly than she'd hoped. "As for defusing the tension, hell, sure a bit of sex can go a long ways there, but for chrissakes, a child? Do you have any idea what I've been going through with this? With Dev? He hat-" Nathicana shuts her mouth with an audible click, already feeling she's said far too much in that direction. Modifying her tone somewhat, she addresses his last question.

"I had hoped it had something to do with my skills as a negotiator, and a position as a valuable contact. Are you trying to tell me this has all spawned from a personal interest that I've only recently been made aware of, Alkanphel?" she asks quietly.

"Why can't it be both?" He asks flatly.

Nathicana blinks once, looking back at him from across the desk, then drops her gaze, looking away. She covers as she can, taking a long, slow drink of her water, holding off on answering for as long as she can. When she does, it's from a face practiced in hiding her emotions, smoothly neutral despite the tightness around her eyes. "I hadn't realized," she says simply, at a loss for what else to say.

Alkanphel leans back in his chair, and lets out another sigh. "Imagine how I felt when Melkor blamed me for allowing my personal issues to color my work. In so doing, he reasoned, I was indirectly responsible for the Treznor problem." He sighs. "I was under a lot of stress. I'd feared I was overlooking something for a long time, which is why I'd always managed to rein it in. But after all this went on, I..." he trails off. "Couldn't do it anymore."

Nathicana takes a moment to try and parse all the information she's getting, dropping her gaze once more and frowning softly. "Well, I don't see how that could possibly be reasoned, given the timing on things and all, I mean, you and I have been doing business for ages now with no problems or complications, and the misunderstanding with Treznor came days before we ah ... " She looks up at him with a wry smile, thinking back to the meeting they'd had with Devon present. "Touchy boss you have there, boy. Then again, you can be rather touchy yourself. Still, this all explains a few things a bit better."

Alkanphel arches a brow and laughs. "Yes, he's touchy. You'd be touchy too if you got locked in the Void beyond the Gates of the World for an Age or three. Nowadays, he's a lot more cautious, at least in some ways." He chuckles. "He doesn't really want to go back." He glances down as he places his elbows on the armrests, clasping his hands together under his chin. "And yes, I'd hoped some manner of explanation from me would shed some light on the situation." He shrugs slightly. "I don't know what it does to allay your suspicions, but it's all I can do to tell you my side."

"You men," she quips, briefly closing her eyes and rubbing her brow for a moment, "have the damnedest sense of timing." Looking back up at him, her face serious again, she sighs. "Your boss and your nation have a reputation among many that is difficult to overcome. I myself have always found you to deal fairly, with the understanding that you, like myself, have been operating with your own interests foremost. The timing on all this is bad, Alkanphel. Very bad." Nathicana shakes her head, frowning again. "Look at it from this end. Sincere or no, to overly cautious folks such as we, it looks as though this is some bid to gain more influence for political purposes. To top it off, we now have the issue of this child ... in the eyes of some, that there is the biggest danger in and of itself."

Alkanphel sighs. "And there it is..." he says, quietly, half to himself. He closes his eyes, and his shoulders lower slightly. Slowly, he opens them and shakes his head. "What would you have me do? Question my motives all you like, I've already explained them to the extent of my rather limited ability. And quite frankly, I don't know what to do about all of this either," he finishes, leaning back in his chair a bit. His hands return to the armrests.

"I am sorry, Alkanphel. This whole situation ... I'm not sure how much I'm imagining, how much is truth, and how much is the influence and admittedly, prejudice of those I'm close to trying to look out for me." She takes a slow breath, and lets it out even slower. "What I do know is that despite the protest of some, I am keeping this child, and will raise it as I would any other. Any decisions outside of that will have to develop over time. You must by now realize how close Devon and I are. While I don't know where that will lead either, I do know I love the man, and for now, I plan to keep my place as his unofficial consort. I know he will never accept this child, and I have no idea how many of my friends and allies will react. This isn't going to be an easy road, by any stretch - I realize that. But I can't think of any other way I can take this but one day at a time. I wish I had a better answer."

Alkanphel hunches forward again. He plants his right elbow on his knee, and, pressing his temple against the palm of his hand, gazes straight ahead, examingin the edge of Nathi's desk, staring into space. "Am I to leave, then?" he asks quietly. "You asked me earlier 'where does Emperor Treznor stand in this renewed friendship?'" Suddenly, he looks up, his eyes focusing on her. "So where am I in this one?"

Nathicana doesn't answer at first, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. He has a right, doesn't he? If it were the other way around, wouldn't Dev feel the same? His approach ... he's admitted things ... been genuinely distressed. Scopa. And I can't afford to alienate him. Not when I can't tell how others are going to react. Biting her lower lip, she watches him as if trying to read his mind, unsure of what to say. Silence lingers.

"I don't know yet," she answers finally, deciding that for once, honesty rather than maneuvering is required. "No matter what I choose, none of us is going to be completely pleased with the outcome. You've said you want to be involved, with the child and with me. You know how difficult that will be." She looks tired, worn, her eyes holding a quiet sadness. "There is so much at stake here, so many unknowns ... what it comes down to is, I just don't know. Not yet."

Alkanphel nods faintly, his eyes searching the room. "Fair enough, I suppose." He sighs. "Didn't expect any less, to be honest," he continues with a shrug. He falls silent then, and his face is clouded with doubt. "I think we've covered quite a bit today," he announces quietly, rubbing his temples. "I think we could both use a break."

"I am sorry, Alkanphel. Politics and all the rest aside." Nathicana gets slowly from her chair, and stretches, sighing softly. "I'm even more sorry that you've made so poor a choice in where to grant your affection." The wry smile that touches her lips doesn't change the sadness in her eyes. "I've a poor track record there, I'm afraid." She walks around the desk, and offers him her hand, trying to smile more convincingly. "One day at a time?"

Alkanphel's eyes follow Nathi as she stands, and he smirks slightly at what she's saying. He leans back in his chair a bit as he takes her hand in his, kissing her on the knuckles lightly. "Of course," he says firmly, standing slowly. "I suppose it's the best way."

Nathicana tries to suppress the shiver that runs through her, unsure whether or not she ought to be more or less disturbed that it has nothing to do with fear. She doesn't immediately let go of his hand, looking up at him with a questioning unsure expression as different thoughts filter through her mind. "Even with all that mess going on ... you're staying, then?"

"With your blessing, I'd like to, of course," he answers with a nod. He grins. "I daresay the Imperium should be able to run itself without me, for a short time at least. I'd be honored to stay, for as long as you'll allow."

Nathicana ponders that for a moment, her brow furrowing. "Can I ask at least to assign some extra protection for where you're staying? I've no doubts that you can handle yourself, but it is perhaps important to send a message to any well-meaning allies that interference would not be welcome. And," she says, looking more concerned, "I want your word, Alkanphel, that you will take no action against Devon during your stay here. I'll ask the same of him. Call it 'diplomatic immunity' if you must, but damned if I'll have my time spent worrying about the two of you and what you might do to one another."

Alkanphel laughs slightly. "I'd planned to handle that problem by simply avoiding him, but I wouldn't seek to injure him here nonetheless. And do what you will with your guards, for they're yours to assign where you will."

"It is considered polite to ask," she says, the hint of a smile touching her lips. She lays her other hand atop his, giving it a slight squeeze with both, then lets go and steps back, clearing her throat softly. "I ... I'll keep you informed of the little one's progress," she says hesitantly. "It's the least I can do. Perhaps some time later we can talk in a less formal setting. It feels odd speaking so of such personal things here at the office. Best perhaps to keep business and that separate in as many respects as possible."

Alkanphel nods in agreement. "Indeed. Shall I be going, then, or is there anything else to discuss?" he asks. "As if it's easy to ponder other matters right now," he adds with a smirk.

"Lets leave both for another day," she answers with a tired smile. "As you said, we both have quite a bit to think on, and I have a nation to reorganize. If there is anything you need, ask."

Alkanphel bows slightly, crossing his arms behind his back again as he rights himself. "Very well, then. I shall hope to see you again in the not too distant future," he says with a grin. "But now I suppose I'll go round up Althalon, since I know he wants to talk to you about those Xaosis miscreants." He takes a step back and bows again. "Good night," he says quietly, turning and heading for the door.

"Aye, we do need to wrap some of that business up," Nathi says with a nod, watching him walk away. "And I've those papers to go over, point by point - you know how I like to be thorough." She goes back to her seat, pulling up her portcomp again, pausing to look up at him again as he reaches the door. "Contact me when you're ready to discuss it."

Alkanphel turns back to her as his hand rests on the doorhandle, and nods. "Certainly. I'll be in touch within the week. Althalon has to return to Io soon, so we'll do well to discuss it before then," he finishes. He smiles a bit. "See you around," he says as he steps out.

"Excellent," she says, nodding. "Until then, ciao, Alkanphel." Nathicana watches the door close, her brow furrowing in thought. Tapping one finger along the smooth top of her desk, then swearing quietly under her breath as she gets back to work.

Never the easy way. Ever.

Dread Lady Nathicana

27-06-2004, 11:09

Sitting in the Royal Box at the Teatro di San Fernado, Nathicana peers out through the set of silver opera glasses that had been waiting on her seat. As usual, the richly appointed and gilded interior of the opera house never failed to bring a smile to her lips. The performance, Verdi's Otello (http://www.metopera.org/synopses/otello.html), promised to be a good one, if the reviews were any indication. She smoothes the skirt of her black evening gown unconsciously, and murmurs to her companion. "I hope the seats are to your liking."

Alkanphel lets out a soft chuckle as he settles into the seat, looking around the room, taking everything in. "I'd have to say it's hard to complain. I suppose this furnishing is a dominating sight from the stage," he says, with a wry grin.

"That it is," she says with a soft laugh. "I'm certain I could arrange a tour after the performance if you wish."

He nods. "Perhaps I can be persuaded," he says with a slight grin. He straightens his jacket and watches the people settle into their seats. His eyes scan the stage. "Fascinating architecture," he adds at length. "Generally everything back home is so utilitarian. It gets old after a while."

"What is the point of that, dare I ask? Surely you have something of culture, depth, or creativity somewhere in the Imperium, yes?" Nathi asks, one brow arched curiously.

Alkanphel laughs. "I was just about to say something about that actually. You can find some, shall we say, finer establishments, by comparison. Nova Rhûn has a booming music scene, but of all our races the Dunlendings have evolved surprisingly well with regards to their culture. They alone have playhouses like these." he pauses, and looks around, and smiles slowly. "Well, not quite like these, but the principle behind them is the same." He chuckles and glances back over to her. "It's the thought that counts."

Nathicana shifts slightly to face him more, even as the lights dim, and the orchestra ceases it's tuning. "Thoughts only get one so far, boy. Still ... it would be interesting, no doubt, to sample sometime." She glances up as an attendant walks in from the guarded back entrance to the box, bearing a silver stand and bucket containing ice and a bottle, and two fluted glasses. The young man quietly opens the bottle with a practiced flair, filling both glasses appropriately, and offering one to both Nathicana and the Alkanphel without a word, so as not to disturb. Nathi accepts hers with a quiet smile and a nod. The warlord slowly pulls off his gloves and tucks them into his jacket pocket. He nods to the attendant as well and lifts his glass as the lights fall on the stage. "Ah, it seems to be starting," he says, with a nod to the stage. "This will be quite a show, no doubt."

Nathicana tilts her head with another quiet smile, lifting her glass in turn. "Indeed. It has always been one of my favorite stories," she says in a soft voice. "Salut!" Alkanphel nods silently and takes a sip from his glass, fixing his gaze on the stage as the curtain draws up.

She relaxes visibly as the opera begins, closing her eyes for a moment and just listening to the music, the voices, her smile one of contentment. With a soft sigh of pleasure, she takes a slow, shallow sip of her champagne, then opens her eyes again. "So. I believe we had things you wished to discuss," she says softly, her eyes on the stage.

Alkanphel 's gaze turns from the stage back to Nathi, as a hint of a smile is seen on his lips. "Well, I haven't the mind right now to discuss foreign troubles or personal tensions." He winked. "I'm hoping to relieve some of the attention by providing for a diversion." He gestures to the stage and chuckles. "This is where tonight's performance comes in," he adds.

Nathicana gives him a sidelong glance, her expression not changing, studying him for a moment, her face still towards the stage. She takes another slow sip, then shifts her gaze back to the stage, nodding thoughtfully. "I suppose there is time enough for such discussion later."

He nods in turn and takes another sip from his glass. "Precisely my thinking." He pauses for a moment, watching the stage. "I daresay we've done quite enough of that already," he says, studying Iago on the stage. Slowly, he grins.

Watching the interplay on stage, Nathicana nods, more firmly at that. "It has been a ... trying time overall for far longer than I care to think about too closely," she murmurs, her brow furrowing slightly. "The opera was a good choice, Alkanphel. Grazie. Even better that Maria Castellani is playing the part of Desdemona - she has a divine voice, that woman." Did he know she is one of my favorites? she can't help but wonder.

Alkanphel nods solemnly, and curls a finger under his chin as he continues to watch. "I haven't seen anything like this for a while," he laments. "It takes me way back," he says, cracking a grin and rolling his eyes at the emphasis.

Nathicana stifles a laugh at that, unable to resist the obvious question. "And just how far back is that, praytell?" she says, casting him another sidelong glance, the corners of her lips turning up mischievously.

Alkanphel 's glances back up to Nathi and draws in his glass. "It's ancient history, really," he says with a shrug. "Probably boring to modern ears," he adds, taking another sip. He starts to grin a bit, knowing she wouldn't be satisfied with just that. "Back in the Second Age, after Manwë and his cohorts overthrew Melkor, I lived with a race of men known as the Númenóreans. They had plays very much like these," he adds, looking perhaps a bit wistfully at the stage. "Those were strange times," he says quietly after a time.

Nathicana sips a bit more of her drink than she has previous, then takes another slow sip after. "History has never bored me. If we do not learn from past mistakes ..." she trails off meaningfully, casting around for what little she's heard or knows concerning the names he mentions, and finds she comes up far too short. "But I th--" She begins, then shakes her head and gestures dismissively. "I get the feeling that was a long time ago, indeed," she finishes lamely.

Alkanphel nods. "The Númenóreans were a lot different in many ways, though. Most of their subject matter dealt with what they thought was a 'New Age free from Evil' or some such. They labored endlessly under the delusion that the world would do nothing but get better, and that they were the pinnacle of creation on Earth. I liked them as a race, but always thought they needed to be taken down a peg or two." He chuckles once, lightly. "Sauron did a pretty good job of that later."

Nathicana's features tighten slightly at the mention of Sauron, though she smoothes it over quickly, masking as she takes up the opera glasses to peer at the stage. "I don't believe in 'pinnacles' and a 'lack of evil'," she murmurs. "Opposition in all things, or they eventually fall in on themselves - good or evil, depending on one's viewpoints. Perception of which of those one is often, though not always, depends on just where one stands at the time. As for pinnacles ... if there is a top, eventually we will again fall, struggle to rise again, rather than continue to progress. I have seen many wondrous things, these past years, and many strange races and peoples. I cannot believe there is any one single 'pinnacle' out there. There would be no point in continuing on."

She shrugs, her brow furrowing slightly as she puts the glasses away, turning once more to Alkanphel. "I take it their arrogance and decadence was their downfall as well?"

Alkanphel nods slightly in agreement. "Pretty much. Sauron pretty much convinced them they could take on the Valar. In their arrogance, they believed him, and sailed to ruin." He snickered. "I suppose they weren't quite what they thought they had become." He takes a sip from his glass. "It's a pity though, I really quite enjoyed Númenór at it's height. I still have some keepsakes from there. Probably worth a mint now."

"Who of us truly is what we think at any one given time?" Nathi says with a sly sort of smile. "My earlier comment on learning from the past holds true, and arrogance, overconfidence, can be enough to topple even the mightiest. It's something worth keeping in mind."

Taking a slow sip from her own glass, she nods thoughtfully all the same. "As for your keepsakes, it has always been my opinion that money is not everything. If I understand correctly, the tokens of a lost race and time would indeed be priceless, on several levels not necessarily having anything to do with monetary value."

Alkanphel takes his gaze off the stage long enough to wink at Nathi. "Of course. I'd never dream of selling them or anything: it's just interesting to me to note that some things which can be purchased so easily may eventually become rare artifacts. For me it's nothing special: it's all inside the course of one 'lifetime.' It's different for humans and the other mortal races, though."

Nathicana nods, her gaze going back to the stage, watching Otello and Desdemona play out their scene, her brow once more furrowed in thought. "A lifetime ... indeed. And after spending time among so many other long-lived races, it has begun to feel all too short. Never enough time for everything one wishes to accomplish, see, experience. The realization that I've been preparing for those who will follow after came as a surprise, believe it or not. There was a time when it was simply a matter of what I could wring out of it all for myself."

Her quiet voice drops a bit more as she finishes. "Now, of course, I have more personal concerns."

Dread Lady Nathicana

27-06-2004, 11:10

Alkanphel nods gravely. "Don't we all." With a sigh, he raised his glass again and emptied its contents, resting the now empty glass on the small table next to him. Quietly, he watches the play for a moment. "I'm anticipating the coming months will bring strange things, both on a personal and a professional level."

"Indeed," she replies, glancing briefly over at him, then looking back to the stage. "Though I'm not quite sure what you mean on the professional level for yourself ... there are other matters that likely ought to be discussed."

"Have you heard of the new Io debacle. Empress Ithenril has visibly threatened Aurontel with her weapons and Lord Melkor and the Warlords are in unanimous agreement that there is more to it than meets the eye. I'm sure you've seen the reports," he says, with a knowing grin.

"Oh, I've seen more than reports. In fact, I'd hoped to discuss the matter with you," she says, growing more businesslike in her manner. "We both know the area has suffered ... unrest shall we say, and I would think that we all have a stake in keeping things as uncomplicated between the existing forces there as possible, yes?"

She turns a bit to look at him fully. "I suggest we cooperate as best we can to avoid any misunderstandings."

The warlord cocks a brow and looks over to her. "Continue," he says, clasping his knuckles. "I take it you want us to spare them or some such?"

Nathicana grins wryly at that. "Did I say anything about them, my dear Alkanphel? I was referring to my interests on Io, and those of my allies. Anyone fool enough to think that pointing guns at the Imperium will 'force' them to the bargaining table deserves what hell they catch, as far as I'm concerned."

"What troubles me is not a conflict between your nation and Thelas - it is the fallout and the unrest in the area that could result from it. I am quite certain none of us wants a repeat of past events there," she says, fixing him with a steady gaze. "People are nervous. Nervous people tend to make mistakes. I wish to avoid that."

Alkanphel nods again. "Of course. Then those nervous people would do well to distance themselves from this affair. Althalon will return soon for Aurontel to deal with the situation. Incidentally, I think he wants to see you again before he leaves."

"We've unfinished business, for one, and I'd enjoy seeing him again as well," she says with a smile. "I always have liked the boy for some reason. Damn fine intro back at the Bone Cave, perhaps ... At any rate," she continues, her eyes going hard again. "You cannot expect that all the powers that make their homes or bases in the Jovian system will just sit back and relax while you blast the hell out of Amalthea."

Tapping one finger against her lips, she nods thoughtfully. "In fact, previous to that fool Empress stirring things up like this, there was another matter I wished to discuss with you that is pertinent here as well."

He arches a brow and turns to her with an interested look. "Concerning?"

Nathicana reaches into the small handbag she'd brought with her, and takes out a folded piece of paper, handing it over smoothly. "A copy of a draft that I've been assisting in preparing," she says in an offhand manner. "Though it does seem to have rather substantial support."

Alkanphel reads the document carefully. A grin spreads across his face as he reads, and soon he's laughing. "Preposterous. Perhaps we can take those inhibitor fields down, but I don't foresee us moving shipyards in any meaningful numbers until Horizon does some looking around. As 'bad' as you want to believe this situation is, imagine how much worse it would be if these shipyards were in Earth orbit. With Mars gone, the Jovian System is really the only place we can hold such a force. And it's not two fleets, it's six."

"Taking down the fields would be something," she says, not in the least put off by the laughter. "Still - you say 'until'. Does that mean that at some time you will be looking to spread things out a bit more?"

He looks back over to Nathi. "Perhaps, in due time. Not now. Melkor has a pretty good idea about Horizon's targets. Perhaps we'll be able to station the Fleets elsewhere when we can colonize. But right now its just impractical to move the things. It would cause more problems for us than it would solve for you and everyone else."

"I'm sure you understand why such a buildup is a concern, yes?" she says, finishing her wine and setting the glass aside. "So long as things remain amicable between all parties, and communication lines are kept open, I believe most can be convinced to show patience in order for them to gain that peace of mind. Cooperation, as I said."

Alkanphel snorts. "Our 'buildup' is nothing Menelmacar or Titan hasn't been doing for years. We all build fleets, Nathicana. We've got to build them somewhere."

"Of course, of course ... it's just that Titan doesn't have the reputation of shall we say ... the aggressive nature your nation has. No one is denying that you have such needs. What worries them is their current location."

Nathicana puts on one of her more charming smiles, and reaches across to lay her hand on his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I wouldn't bring up such matters in a casual setting such as this if things were at any sort of critical point. It seemed appropriate given the current situation to speak plainly, and open some avenues of discussion. Get on the same page, as it were, before things get testy up there. After all, it is in our best interests to work together for mutual benefit, is it not?"

Alkanphel 's gaze falls from the stage and he stares roughly at his knee. Slowly, a grin spreads across his face and his eyes shift rapidly back over to Nathi. "Oh yes. Yes I believe in most cases it is. Of course I see your point, but I'm sure Althalon will have a thing or two to add." Turning his hand under hers, he squeezes her hand back. "I'll see what I can do," he says with another wink.

"Well, I'll just add that to my list of things to discuss with the boy when he drops in, then." Her smile broadens, and for now, she makes no move to take back her hand, shifting in her chair to a more comfortable position as the lights go down on the first act. "I'm glad we're able to discuss things in a more relaxed way again. Much preferable to that tense little interlude."

Stretching slightly, she tilts her head, looking him over closely. "You've dodged the issue of our more personal mutual interest twice now. Is there a particular reason, or are you as unsure as I am of how to proceed?"

Dread Lady Nathicana

27-06-2004, 11:11

Alkanphel laughs emptily and sighs. "I suppose you could say I'm at something of a... loss, as I'm sure you are too. This is one of those few areas in life that confuses me." He shifts slightly in his chair. "I don't suppose it's possible to avoid the issue for too long," he laments, looking down to his hands.

She nods quietly, giving his hand another gentle squeeze, then drawing back into her chair, folding her hands in her lap. "No ... not too long," she murmurs, eyes scanning over what she can see of the audience. "This is going to be difficult, regardless. Not quite the situation I'd had in mind when the question of children came up."

Alkanphel’s brow furrows. "Something like this is impossible to keep a secret for very long, even if we had wanted to. Difficult indeed." He strokes his chin thoughtfully. "Though I suppose it should all turn out alright, provided things don't get out of hand. Some of your allies are as feisty as mine, mind you. I'm sure a good number of them won't be happy with this."

"They don't have to be happy about it so long as-" she begins, her tone growing slightly angry before she reigns it in. "So long as they, and I mean on both sides of this, leaves me and my children alone. I ... I'm planning on discussing it with my closer friends soon. I need to know where I'll have support, and where I won't."

Her expression seems neutral enough, if one discounts the telltale tightness around her eyes. "There had best not be any 'out of hand', or by God, those who meddle will learn in full why I earned the title 'Dread Lady'."

He laughs a bit and leans back into his chair. "Of course. If it's any consolation I don’t foresee any interference from Dor Daedoloth's allies: I'm sure most if not all of them will see it as a good thing. Most of them tend to like you one way or another. And most people I'm sure will realize that any sort of interference will be looked upon rather poorly by the both of us. I doubt many would want to risk our collective wrath," he says with a smirk.

Nathicana chuckles softly. "One would think not," she says, taking note in passing that the second act had begun. "I admit though, I find it interesting to have support of some kind on both sides of the fence, so to speak. I suppose this is one of those times it will come in handy." Turning slightly, she looks at him again, eyes troubled.

"I still don't know how to proceed with this, other than to let it play out and see what happens. As they say; time will tell."

Alkanphel nods. "Who knows so far?"

"If any, it would certainly be one wiser than me, with the ability to see into the future," she replies with a wry smile.

He furrows his brow and says nothing for a time. "At any rate, I agree. At this point there is little else to do, by my estimation."

Blinking, Nathi, catches herself for a moment, and chuckles. "I think I misinterpreted. The only others I am aware of who currently know anything are Shodey, Dev, yourself. I was thinking along different lines there ... mi dispiace. Still, it would at least seem we are agreed, which is a good thing. For now, lets not let it trouble us overmuch. We both have enough on our plates as it is without adding to the load." She offers him a quiet smile. "I will keep you updated on the little one's progress. It's the least I can offer, all things considered."

Alkanphel grins. "It's like Reaven always says: 'It's the least I can do, and you know my policy on doing the least I can do.' But yes, you've assured me of this several times," he says with a wink and a smirk. "I know."

She shrugs and smiles apologetically. "Sometimes reassurance can be a good thing. For some of us, there's little enough of it most days. I would be lying if I said there is much about this that still has me ... concerned, after all. Still, forward is the only option, so forward we go." Nodding towards the stage, she gives him a sidelong glance and a wry smile. "Perhaps now that we've cleared the air a bit, we can give more attention to the performance."

Alkanphel nods. "I suppose, though in all honesty I think you'll find that little has been said here that hasn't been said already. Perhaps we're just reassuring each other," he suggests with a shrug. "These are strange times, make no mistake."

"Perhaps ... perhaps. Unless you have something new to offer?" she asks questioningly. "As for strange - is there any other state things tend to be in, really? Always something, it seems."

He laughs and shakes his finger at Nathi, conceding the point. "True, true. Something is always amiss, but this, I think we can both agree, is something of an unusual surprise. I'm sure reactions will vary from amusing to wholly depressing."

"Some reactions I've already seen," she says, her eyes sad even though she smiles a little. "Though I hardly think 'surprise' adequately covers this situation. I'd still like to know what the hell I was ..." She sighs, shakes her head and makes a halfhearted wave of her hand, dismissing wherever she'd been going with that. "Like I said - they don't have to be happy about it. They will have to come to grips with whatever issues they may have over it. I'm not changing my course."

Alkanphel adjusts his cuffs and seizes the armrests with his hands. "I'd have thought nothing less from you," he says with the beginnings of a grin. "I understand completely. We're pretty much on the same wavelength then, I'd surmise."

"Odd how that's worked," she says softly, seeming to be mulling things over in her mind. "But yes, so it seems. Which reminds me - I'll be out of town for a bit soon. I'll be sure to keep in contact over this Io mess, however," she says with another wry smile.

"I have to return to my country soon in any event: I fear I've already been gone far too long, but Lord Althalon seldom gets a chance to leave Io, and really doesn't want to go back. I'm sure he'll bitch about it to you when you meet. But nonetheless, regular and direct modes of communication will soon become a necessity. This should probably be set up in some fashion before I leave."

"Ah, that miserable little corner of hell we've so hotly contested," she says with a dry chuckle. "The poor man. I can't say as I blame him. As for the communications, I will keep my portcomp with me, and I'm sure we can designate some secure method or other for transmissions, if you wish."

Alkanphel grins wryly. "And I'll more than likely be in Utumno the whole time. Unless a fight breaks out on Amalthea, I might grace Jove with my presence. Who can say." He shrugs. "I'll talk to Konrad about the FTL screen; I'm sure you will as well. He will also be easily reached should you desire to speak with him later."

"Have him simply set up an appointment since he has a schedule to keep. I'll make sure to keep mine open for it." She pauses for a moment, again growing more serious. "Please, encourage caution and care in your dealings in Jovian space, and especially near Io. I wouldn't presume to tell you or your Lord how to handle your business, but I would hope that you also see the wisdom in avoiding any 'situations' with a bit of patience and cooperation."

Alkanphel nods. "Althalon's the man to speak to there, it's his theatre. Althalon enjoys an unusual amount of diplomatic and political power, even for a Warlord. But I can still see to it that he doesn't do any.. 'colateral' damage."

"Excellent. I'm relieved at least the two of you are whom I'm dealing with, truth be known. Althalon's no fool. I'm confident that the three of us can work together to keep things as calm as possible up there, whatever happens with the Thelasi. Frankly, they're not my concern."

"Indeed. I'm sure you're right," he said, finally glancing back to the stage. "I'm sure he'll see its in our best interest."

Il dio, I hope I'm right. We've got to maintain stability. Staring out at the unfolding drama onstage, she makes a vexed noise. "Too often not seeing what's right before our eyes," she murmurs in response to it, then a touch louder, "Let's hope so. A bit of stability would be welcome at this point."

Alkanphel hunches over slightly, his chin resting on his fist. Still peering at the stage, he asks after a time, "What's your thoughts on Empress Aurora these days?"

This clearly catches her off guard, and she nearly swears under her breath for letting it show. "I think she's doing quite well for herself," she says in a nonchalant manner. "Why, is there a concern?"

Alkanphel ever so slowly cracks a grin. "She's an interesting one. Surprising for someone so young to have such a firm grasp on things." He chuckles slightly. "She seems to be out to make a name for herself. Her administration has made a somewhat surprising about-face concerning the Elven issue. I find it oddly puzzling, but you won't hear any of us complaining."

It is Nathi's turn to grin knowingly, and her eyes sparkle a bit with mischief. "Not so surprising, really," she says, reaching for the wine, and pouring herself, and Alkanphel another glass. "Not if one follows the politics correctly there, at least. And yes, the girl is formidable. Very much her mother's daughter."

She takes a slow sip, then smiles again. "Overall, I've been quite pleased with what all that young woman has been accomplishing. We will see where it goes, yes?"

Alkanphel nods and grins, taking up the glass. "I never met Empress Joanna. She seemed quite set in her ways. We've had an eye on Lavenrunz for a while now, it might be starting to pay off." He takes a sip and shifts in his chair, leaning slightly towards her. "This Antarctic ordeal I must say is rather interesting. We're prepared to defend Lavenrunz I suppose, but I doubt it will come to that," he says, taking another sip from his newly replenished glass.

"A pity ... she was an impressive woman, as was her son, God rest their souls. I've noticed your interest there, boy. And I appreciate your support, however, as you say, I doubt it will come to that. Diplomacy will prevail," she says confidently.

"It's strange the rather extensive connections Aurora has formed already," notes the Maiar, stroking his chin. Now she's in the NDA and they've got a bilat on the books with us." He looks back to Nathi and grins almost diabolically. " Guess we got another one of those fence-straddlers?"

Nathicana snorts quietly. "This idea of 'fences' is for those deluded fools who view the world in black and white. The only times 'sides' come into play is in conflict, whether active or passive. What she's done isn't strange, it's smart. Besides, whatever else you think, the NDA never was your enemy. We simply found ourselves at odds here and there, as such things occasionally happen."

"Well, we tend to view things a bit differently. For instance, while you're correct in your surmisal that the NDA has never been my enemy, elements of it have proven to be quite bothersome," he answers quietly. "One of them is trying to invade the Five Kingdoms! It's hard to allow something like that to just.. slide. Though to your credit, you've handled this quite well, considering how ridiculously taxing this must be."

"Bah," Nathi says. "What does not kill us makes us stronger. I figure by that estimation, I ought to be damn near invincible at this point." She speaks casually, but there is a tension in her voice, and a tightness in her expression as she smiles. "He's doing what seemed best at the time, and following through with commitments. While regrettable, one can't fault too much the reasons, I suppose."

"I just wish it were all over and done," she half mutters to herself, then sips her champagne.

He sips his wine, at first saying nothing. “Indeed,” he says eventually. “We shall see.”

Melkor Unchained

13-07-2004, 19:47

Mancuso's is a charming little ristorante set along the Piazza San Bernardi, one of several in fact. The day is clear, and a gentle breeze blows through the red and grey-paved area, ruffling the greenery and the edges of the shades covering the wrought-iron tables and chairs set outside of the café.

Konrad Althalon's form can be seen approaching some distance away as the tall Easterling lumbered past table after table. He spots Nathi without much trouble and makes his way to her table, his arms crossed behind his back. He bows and places a hand on his seat, pulling it out from under the table. "Good Evening." He sits down with a sigh and rests his forearms on the table, compulsively rubbign his thumb and forefinger together, as if clearing dirt from them. "I trust you've been well? Haven't been waiting too long I hope?"

Nathicana flashes him one of her more charming smiles. "I just got here a few minutes ago, Konrad, thank you. And, as well as can be expected. Yourself?" she asks, pouring two glasses of water from the carafe on the table, and signalling a waiter. "I'm glad you were able to find the time to stop in."

Althalon has a flask out and to his mouth in three seconds flat. Exhaling sharply, he sets the flask on the table and tightens his jaw. "I'm doing fairly well, all things considered," he said, turning his gaze to his place setting for some inexplicable reason. "I... I really don't want to go back. I can tell I'll have my work cut out for me." He sighs and leans back in his chair, his gaze lifting to meet hers. "It always is."

"I'm sorry you have to go so soon. I hope at least you've been able to enjoy yourself while here ... I'd like to think it's a bit more charming than that molten bit of rock we've all been glaring at each other over lately," she says with a wry grin. "Don't worry too much. It will be fine. Besides - you've got me to work with, yes? Can't be all bad."

He nods a bit and chuckles slightly. Raising the flask to his lips, he pauses. "Alkanphel told me you had some issues you wanted to discuss? Something about shipyards." He took his swig. "What about exactly?"

"Ah yes, that little issue," she says, reaching into a pocket on her light suit jacket and taking out a folded piece of copy paper. "You know as well as I do the Jovian system is a bit touchy. Your recent move to activate those fields in addition to the frightening abundance of your shipyards, and the hefty fleet fleet presence you have there has people a touch nervous." Handing it over, she gestures slightly. "That is the result. I'd like to hear your thoughts on the matter."

Althalon reads the document slowly, mouthing some of the words to himself. First, confusion sets in, but this soon gives way to a look of incredulity. Then, nothing. His brows lower to their normal state as he finishes, and he tucks the paper inside his jacket pocket. "Impossible. At least, impossible at the moment. The inhibitors, ironically, have been in place for quite some time, since the unrest on Mars.." he paused. "And Arda," he adds with a scowl. "Nonetheless, I don't see why we couldn't take them down after the Thelas situation is dealt with."

Nathicana nods, taking a slow sip of her water, watching his reactions carefully. "I'll be frank with you, Konrad. Thelas is not my concern. Those who live by the gun ..." she shrugs, then murmurs a quiet thanks to the waiter who sets down a couple of menus on the table, then retreats to tend other customers.

"However, those who have come together to sign that proposal, are my concern, and the continued relative peace in the region. I think that taking down those fields would be a good step, but I believe that efforts towards a less threatening presence there on your part would go far in soothing a lot of nervous nations."

Konrad_Althalon laughs abrubtly. "Maybe if we had some place to put them. We're working on it Nathi, trust me. This is what Horizon is for."

She nods, speaking more quickly. "No one would think to insist you not be able to protect your own. Alkanphel mentioned something along those lines as well. I'm certain I can encourage patience and cooperation on the parts of these others so long as communication lines remain open, and such ideas are made known to them. After all, we all realize change cannot come overnight, and that it takes time to make preparations and relocate such structures. People are funny that way - they often just need the proper reassurance."

Konrad nods absently and glances over his shoulder, hitting his flask again. "I suppose. But They should also realise that Aurontel will likely be the nerve center of the Imperium's Fleets for quite some time, and as such our presence there will remain understandably high." He reaches for his water and taps the glass with his finger. "Still, I suppose I see your point. But you must understand that any request to 'make ourselves scarce' will of course invite suspicion."

Nathicana chuckles, perusing the menu idly, and nods in return. "As I said, I believe it is having all of it there together that has people nervous. If we are all to get along up there, we will need to work together to compromise for mutual satisfaction. I see no reason why this can't be worked out amicably, especially seeing how approachable you have been concerning this."

She pauses, pointing briefly to a spot on his menu. "I recommend the tenderloin, for a more hearty appetite, she murmurs. Though the Cacciatore is quite good as well." Taking another sip of her water, she continues. "Keep me updated, and I'll be willing to work as a bit of a go-between on all of this. If you like, of course. It may save you some hassle, at the very least."

Althalon nods in agreement to Nathi's first suggestion and grins. "Already had my eye on that one," he admits with a laugh. Folding his menu, he reclines into his chair, finally settling in. He thinks for a moment. "We will not spare Amalthea, but I can assure you the conflict will not "spill over" into any such provinces held by anyone else. I dont generally handle Uruk Hai and Orcs, so we'll have a well-trained, focused combat unit that knows wat its doing, as opposed to Uruk Hai or the even less conventional Amarthi."

"Excellent," she says, smiling broadly again. "That sort of reassurance should go over well. None of us want any more of the trouble we've had up there, believe me." She looks up as the waiter approaches the table again, and rattles off several items in her native language before looking at Konrad again expectantly. "And you?"

He opens his menu and points. "A steak--this one. If there's one back there that's maybe a little bit bigger than the rest, that's the one I want. Medium Rare," he requests with a grin. "Chianti Classico Riserva, Casa Emma-- a bottle please."

The waiter makes a quick nod, and heads back to the kitchens, while Nathi settles more comfortably into her seat, still smiling. "Well, now that we have that out of the way, Alkanphel mentioned you'd been wanting to see me before you left anyway. Anything in particular, or ..."

Konrad grins and laughs quickly. "Well, I wanted to see you for a number of reasons, not the least of which is I'm trying to extend my leave, and there aren't many things I appreciate more than fine food and foreign women. And of course, to thank you for turning over good 'ol Mardai Shendem to Imperial custody." He raises his flask and grins again.

"Simply an opportunity that came my way, my dear. I'm pleased it worked out well for you," she says with a sly grin. "As for truly good food, you ought to try some of Dominic's creations one of these days - my private chef. I swear, the things that man can do with food is simply ... sinful." She lets her gaze linger on him for a moment, her expression mischievous, running her fingertip along the rim of her glass absently. "I'm sure we can stretch this leave as long as plausible, all under the guise of diplomacy," she says with a wink.

The warlord glances at his watch and nods. "I've got all of 36 hours before I'm due to ship out." He shudders. "God damn that rock." He sighs and empties his flask. "Still, I guess I've had a good time. Devras is a wonderful city, I'm sure it's quite nice to live here," he says, managing to crack a grin. "But us Imperials inevitably must return to any one of our many volcanic, unpleasant realms."

Nathicana makes a little vexed noise, shaking her head. "I don't understand the need for such ... desolation, man. I admit, I have grown rather accustomed to the charms of my own nation here, biased or no. Those trips I've taken to Io have been more than enough. I wonder, however ..." She trails off thoughtfully, pondering for a moment. "If you can't be where the green is, bring the green to yourself, I suppose. I'd wager if we put our heads together, we could create a dome or three with a more pleasant look and feel, yes?"

"Well, that's not so much the problem, really. We've got fair to decent domes, though they're constructed rather differently. You'd have to actually see one to understand: they're sort of built in to the landscape and such. The problem is that it's Io and it sucks."

"Can't deny that, boy. And for what it's worth, I am sorry. Still, the offer for some ambience and greenery, if you can figure how to keep it alive in there, is yours for the asking - and at a fabulous discount too, I'm sure," she says, grinning at the end. "I don't suppose there's anything else I could do for you?"

Althalon chuckles and shakes his head, "I suppose not, leastaways not at the moment I suppose." He grins. "I definitely appreciate the sentiment though. I'll be sure to pass the offer on," he asserts.

Smiling, Nathi shrugs. "Least I could do, I suppose." She looks up as the waiter approaches with their food, setting down the various plates, the requested bottle of wine, and a single glass of another for the lady. "Grazie," she murmurs, looking over the fare, and nodding in satisfaction. "All to your liking, Konrad?" she asks, looking over at the decidedly large steak covering most of the big plate in front of him.

He reaches for his knife and fork, as another grin spreads across his face. "Wonderful," he says, cutting himself off a bite. "Best cut I've had in weeks, easily." You weren't kidding about that cook."

Nathicana grins impishly. "Ah, but this isn't Dominic's work. Mauritzio here is pretty damned talented as is, however. I'll make sure word gets back to him."

Konrad takes a sip of his wine and searches his plate for another bite. "Culinary arts is relatively low on the priority list for Officer's training, so I guess the competition falls a bit short," he says with a snicker. "One or two of them on my base are decent, ut only with certain things. They're more like butchers, really."

"Well," Nathi begins slowly, pausing to sample a thin slice of lamb with mint pesto that she had ordered. "Definitely hasn't lost his touch. As I was saying, perhaps I could assist you there, at least. A private chef of your own, Dominion-trained? We do boast some of the finer culinary schools around - at least we like to think so."

Konrad chuckles lightly. "well I don't imagine that would be much fun for the cook. You'd have all sorts of paranoid officers hanging around and all these ridiculous security concerns. The red tape would be nightmarish, and it's hard to keep a secret from anyone using, say, a palantir."

Nathicana shakes her head, laughing softly as she sets aside her wineglass, hiding the twitch of nerves the mention of palantir's gives her. "As if one could grow up in the Dominion and not learn the importance and value of discretion. I was offering you a choice of willing cooks, not suggesting you take on a close confidant, man. Still, only two types of paranoia," she says with a wink. "It's your stomach, after all."

He grins broadly. "I'll.. I'll see what I can do," he says with a wink, returning to his meal after a brief pause. "I admit it's a fantastic idea, but there's no way on either side of hell I'm deciding before I get dessert."

"A man with a hearty appetite," she says with a sly sort of smile. "I can appreciate that." She sets to her meal with relish, remaining quite ladylike throughout, and obviously enjoying her meal, whilst looking Konrad over appreciatively now and then.

The warlord makes short work of his meal and, naturally, a good deal of the wine. His plate now empty, he relaxes and heaves a sigh. "Fantastic. I'm glad I did this," he says with a self-satisfied chuckle.

"As am I," Nathi replies with a smile. "Now, you mentioned dessert? Might as well ... after all, you've the trip and all ..."

He stifles a belch and cocks his head. "Might as well what?" He grins slowly.

Nathicana gestures idly to the dessert menu, her smile broadening if anything. "A little something to top you off, as it were?"

Althalon 's eyes widen ever so slightly and his face reddens slightly, but he's still grinning. Furrowing his brow he takes a quick look around and clasped his hands on the table in front of him. "I see," he says, clearing his throat. "Per...haps," he says as he flashes another grin.

"Me personally," she says, slipping the small menu from it's place and laying it out between the two of them, leaning over slighting and running her finger down along the list. "I like the cannoli, though I know not everyone is a fan of cream-filled pastries. The sorbets and gelatos are always good, not to mention the tortas, tiramisu ... perhaps a nice cappuccino after?"

Konrad examines the list carefully and nods here and there. "Cannoli rocks. I'm sure here it's quite good. Better I'm sure than just about any I've had so far." He takes another quick look around and empties the contents of his wine glass. "I say bring it on."

Motioning to the waiter, Nathi delivers instructions for a selection of cannoli and two cappuccinos, then smiles warmly at Konrad. "If we must send you off, may as well do it right. Seriously though ... do take care up there. And keep in touch - it should help to allay any twitchiness on the parts of others. Frankly, given the responses, I think the Thelasi are fucked."

Althalon shudders a bit and knits his brows. "Yes, I suppose they are. I don't know what will piss me off more: going back to Io or Thelas screwing around with their guns. Either way, it won't be pretty." The warlord heaves a sigh and looks off at some distant nothing. " Sad thing is, I generally only get called off station if something goes horribly wrong. I can leave on my own, but only for so long. Given the distance involved it's seldom worth leaving under my own jurisdiction."

Nathicana reaches over to pat his shoulder consolingly. "Well, I suppose I'm glad I rated a visit," she says with a smile. "Still, distance notwithstanding, I'm sure you could manage it if you wanted to. Hell, I travel extensively myself, you know. Perhaps it would do you good to take that time off when you can, and get away from the place. It is within your rights, it seems."

Althalon smiles a bit. "Eh, I suppose. It's one of those rights I don't exercise that much. With luck perhaps that may change, but not in the foreseeable future. I'm a busy man for the next few months on account of Horizon and all."

"I keep hearing about Horizon, but never more than mentions. I don't suppose you'd care to share anything there that isn't wrapped up tight with red tape?" she says offhandedly, smiling as the waiter brings in the desserts and cappuccinos. Taking one of the cannolis, she first takes a little lick of the cream, then slowly bites in, savoring contentedly. "Mmm ... s'good."

Konrad watches her for a moment, absently tapping a finger on the table. "It's an exploration slash auxiliary fleet command ship, pretty much. The main thing we're keeping secret about it is where it's going."

Taking up a cannoli, he samples the dessert eagerly. "Excellent," he declares, reaching for his mug in turn. "I didn't expect any less under the circumstances."

Nathicana nods sagely, slowly licking a stray bit of cream from her lips, then sampling the cappuccino with a contented sigh. "Glad you approve. And, can't say as I blame you. You aren't the only ones with interests abroad, so to speak. I doubt very much any of those searching for a quiet corner of the universe are likely to want to share location information. Lucky it's such a big space to be toying with, yes? I'm quite certain there's room enough for all so long as we play nicely."

Nathi looks him over, her head tilted questioningly. "From the sounds of it, this is a current and ongoing project, yes? Last I'd heard, your station was shaping up to be fairly impressive."

Althalon shrugs. "You could say that. I'm so familiar with the designs and the schematics that it's nothing remarkable to my eyes, but we've received a fair amount of praise for the design. The DDSI is getting the impression that they're finally doing something right for a change. They've always been eager to prove themselves. We've had our setbacks in space as I'm sure you're aware.. making up for the mistakes of the past is paramount in their thinking," he adds, sipping his cappuccino.

"Excellent. Best of luck with that," she replies, mulling over a few details in her mind, quietly doing some figuring, some weighing and measuring.

The Easterling sets his mug down for a moment and cracks his neck with a grunt. "We'll certainly need it, that's for sure. I'm frequently seen as the de facto coordinator for Imperial space projects, so it's not too much of a stretch to believe that Horizon's success or failure will reflect pretty strongly on me." He sips his cappuccino again and lifts his gaze to meet hers. "In some ways its a good thing, and in some ways it's another goddamn headache I don't need."

Nathicana arches a brow at that, then nods quietly as she enjoys her cannoli. She washes down a bite with a brief sip. "Price of living on the heights, as it were. Greater challenges, greater opportunities for both success and failure. Believe me, I'm well acquainted. I suppose what it boils down to, is whether or not you find it worth the effort."

Althalon nods. "I'm generally pretty happy with my position. Maybe moreso if I'd get let out more often," he laments with a wink. "But then, I'm sure, true command of Aurontel would slip from my fingers. A constant presence is frequently necessary when dealing with the Imperial Armies." He sighs and takes another sip of his cappuccino. Leaning back in his chair slightly, the Warlord raises his mug. "An excellent meal, all around, Lady Nathicana. I'm very impressed with the fare and with the skill of your cooks, even if I misidentified that one."

Smiling, Nathi sits back in her chair as well, smoothly crossing one leg over the other in a decidedly ladylike manner as she delicately holds her mug and studying him. "We're not so different, your nation and mine, in some ways," she observes, taking another slow sip. "Constant vigilance is a requirement, and there is always someone else snapping at your heels, just waiting for the right opportunity. There will always be some sacrifice or other to keep hold of what we want. So long as one finds it worth the price, it's all good." She smiles warmly at him then drains her cup, setting it aside. "I'm pleased you enjoyed it. Think over that offer for a private chef. I'm certain we could find one to match up to your needs. Prestige and sacrifice for it, as we've discussed, you know."

He smiles. "I like that idea more and more the more I think about it," he admits, setting down his mug. "Give me a week or two to miss the Dominion's finest and I'm sure I'll take you up on the offer, red tape and paranoia be damned."

"I'll work on a list in case, make some quiet inquiries," offers the Dread Lady. "Not something I'd like well-known, truth be told. It just invites troublemakers and meddlers," she adds with a sly grin. "An offworld assignment ought to be enough to pique enough interests to have a decent pool to choose from, at your discretion, without giving too much away."

Konrad crosses one leg over the other, and steeples his fingers. "It could work, in truth," he says, raising a brow. "God knows I'd appreciate it." His brows lower, and he appears slightly angry. "Yeah! It's about time Lord Melkor afforded me some minor luxury. I'll not take no for an answer," he says with a firm nod, his expression softening. "Still, I must wonder what you'd like in exchange, if anything? Customarily people exchange favors, you know?" he finishes with another nod."

Nathicana chuckles and nods in turn, the corners of her lips turning up in a wry smile. "The plain truth of it is, Konrad, is that you're doing me a favor just by maintaining such amicable and open relations in the face of all that has and is going on. It is important to me to keep lines open, and to keep things as stable as possible, both for the Dominion, and my alliances." She shifts position slightly, still smiling. "If there must be some sort of 'give and take' here to satisfy your superiors, chalk it up to that if you like, and we'll ignore the other obvious truth - that I rather like you, boy, and I enjoy seeing those I like have the things they want."

Althalon slowly begins to smile, and he cants his head slightly. "I... see," he claims. "I'm glad this affection warrants me such a princely gift," he says cordially, drumming his fingers on the table again. He heaves a sigh and peers into his now empty mug. "I'll be sure to take it into account," he says, looking up to her as he sets the empty vessel on its plate.

Nathi waves a hand dismissively. "Bah ... don't let it weigh so heavily on you, Konrad. You know as well as I do, it's hard enough to have friendships in positions such as ours, even harder when the political climate is as tense as it can get on occasion. It's freely offered, so long as we can find someone willing who fits the bill, and you're free to turn it down without fear of offending. After all, I'm not fool enough to think I can buy my way from you or the Imperium, nor I think are you fool enough to think the same of us. The fact that we can set some of that aside, and sit down to talk as people do, is good enough. If that also smoothes business between our respective nations, so much the better."

Althalon looks Nathi over and grins enthusiastically. "I won't turn you down. I'm sold," he says with a chuckle. "And yes you're right," he adds with a nod. "Considering some of the tensions that exist, it's surprising on a lot of levels that we get on so well." He snickers. "Very surprising."

She shrugs and smiles, dropping her gaze for a moment and idly tracing a fingertip along the decorative edge of the table. "People are people, man. Once you get past the politics, the posturing, and all of that, it holds true, regardless. I'm sure we'll have times we're cussing each other, regardless. It's the way of things." She shrugs. "It doesn't mean I have to dislike you. The flip side holds true as well - one can work amicably enough with those one truly despises if it achieves one's goals. Look at some of those within my own government, and some of the compromises we have to make with nations we'd just as soon spit on as look at. I'm sure you're familiar with that sentiment as well, yes?" Nathicana looks back at him and shrugs again. "No great mystery here, really. I'm pleased we manage it."

He stirs in his seat and manages another grin. "Of course. I am too," he answers with a nod. "Although, I always thought that it might freak you out that our first meeting involved myself in a death match. Always thought it would sort of put everyone off."

Nathicana tilts her head back and laughs lightly at that, grinning broadly. "I found your display there rather ... impressive," she admits, giving him a sly sidelong look. "I've an appreciation for those who know what they want, and have the drive to reach out and take it."

Althalon takes a quick look around area and continues his finger drumming. Then he examines Nathi closely, trying to figure out if her statement had a second meaning. He was pretty sure it did. "Understandable," he finally answers with a nod. "But it's useful to be aware of one's limits." He grins, holding up seven fingers. "So far my limit seems to be seven rounds."

Nathi glances down for a moment at his fingers, then back up, one brow arching slightly, though her grin never fades. "Stamina as well," she murmurs, nodding appreciatively. "Excellent. And aye, always good to know how far to push oneself." She reaches for her water glass, and takes a slow sip, then sets it back on the table. "Nervous about your departure, boy?" she asks casually, trying to hide her amusement.

The warlord nods. "Quite. I've got lots to do upon my return. Ezr is a good man but some of the finer points of administration are lost on him. And then this thing with Thelas, and now the Jovian League's concerns.." he trails off. "Christ, I'm getting a headache just thinking about it." His fingers cease and he clasps his hands together, smiling slightly. "But then again, it always gets worse before it gets better," he assures himself. "There's some sort of payoff down the road somewhere, maybe I just can't see it yet."

"Just keep your eye on the prize, boy. Whatever that might be," Nathi answers. She pauses for a moment, and smiles reassuringly. "Stay focused, and deal with it bit by bit. It's the only way I keep myself sane when things start to pile up." She leans over, and gives his shoulder a brief comforting squeeze, then sits back again. "You'll do fine. You just keep in touch, and let me work on what I can from this end." She takes up her glass for another brief sip, keeping it in her hand. "I don't want any trouble up there any more than you do. I'm certain if we work together, we'll have our little corner of Jovian space running smoothly in no time. All good things to those who wait, yes? I've no doubt you'll get the payoff you're looking for."

Althalon relaxes visibly as his hands return to his armrests. "True, true. But maybe I don't know what the prize is just yet," he says with a slight shrug. "Maybe it's Amalthea, maybe it's... something else. Who knows." He knits his brows and sighs as he stretches his arms above his head. "Where'd that waiter run off to? I'll be damned if you're paying for this," he asserts.

Nathicana rolls her eyes and laughs. "It's already taken care of, Konrad. Consider it on a 'diplomatic tab'. Feel free to leave a tip if it makes you feel any better." The amusement hasn't faded from her eyes in the least, if anything, it's grown. And her grin shows it. "As for that prize, well ... sounds like you'd best decide exactly what you're after, and work on that focus I mentioned earlier." She gives him a steady look, still grinning. "Bit hard to grab that ring when you're off looking in another direction, after all." She pauses. "But then, you knew that," she finishes, taking a slow sip of her water, and simply watching him as she drinks.

The Warlord is slightly irritated. "Damn it!" he curses. "It's.. it's not right!" he stammers, absently clenching a fist and unfurling it over and over. "I have this saying: 'Never let the woman pay for the meal,'" he says, half jokingly. Eventually, he calms down a little, but his brows are still pushed together. He is pretty sure he knows what she's really talking about, and it's starting to show. He closes his eyes for an instant as his mind races back to the enormous meeting that Alkanphel had convened before their departure for Devras. He exhales sharply and straightens up, folding his hands behind his back in practiced fashion. His expression, while resolved, was clouded with doubt. "I'll be certain to bear that in mind," he says politely, with a half-nod. "However, time, it would seem, is short and I've still got quite a bit to get done before I even leave." He looks down quickly, then back up to Nathi. "So I suppose it's goodbye for now, then," he says with a nod, extending his hand. "I'm sure we'll meet again soon."

Nathicana looks a bit surprised at how such a seemingly small thing upsets the man, and she sets her glass aside. "I ah ... certainly didn't mean to offend, Konrad. If you'd rather handle the tab, I can arrange it without trouble. I've always made a practice of taking care of my guests is all - it certainly wasn't meant as an insult to your honor, by any stretch." Slowly, she rises, looking genuinely concerned, though not giving a sign one way or the other to confirm any suspicions. "Stop fretting. I'd hate to think you'd gotten through that last mess up there only to crack now." Nathi reaches out to take the offered hand, giving it a brief squeeze as she shakes it with a warm yet businesslike manner, and a respectful nod of her own. "Best of luck with your preparations, and plans in the coming days. I hope you've been able to enjoy yourself here, and that your trip back to Aurontel is a pleasant one. Do keep in touch," she finishes with a smile.

Althalon draws his hand behind his back, crossing his arms under his cloak as all the Warlords and other officers did. He manages to smile. "I'll be sure to keep in touch," he says with an affirming nod, standing now at a full attention. "And I'll be sure to repay you for this," he continues, gesturing broadly at their place settings with a mischievous grin, "in some manner." He bows again, his grin slowly fading, and clears his throat. "Until then, Lady Nathicana, farewell." Quickly, he turns on his heels, wincing to himself as he stalks off slowly.

"Ciao, Konrad," she says simply as he turns, watching him walk off with a speculative look and a little smile, nodding thoughtfully to herself. Gods, I hope I've not added too much to the load, there. Need that boy managing affairs up there with a level head. Odd, the curves these Imperium folks sometimes toss. Looking around briefly, straightens her jacket, and heads back towards her office, mulling over the meeting as she walks.

The warlord immediately reaches for a cigarette as he starts off down the street, schooling his expression so as to conceal the doubt which pained his mind. 'It's gonna be a long night,' He muses to himself as he stalks on slowly, his expression never changing. He pauses to light the cigarette and squints as he looks off down the street. "Got to get back to work some time," he mutters after a few quick puffs. Slowly, his figure dwindles into the thinning crowd.

Dread Lady Nathicana

15-07-2004, 12:49

Alkanphel sighs as he drops onto a couch, having just finished his final preparations for departure. Reaching out, he grabs up a glass of wine and takes a sip, peering out the window to the sky outside. So odd, to actually see blue in the sky. The clouds were a lot less threatening too. Casually he examines a placard on the table next to his seat, idly tapping his finger against the armrest of the overstuffed sofa. He glances to the door, then back out the window, and rises slowly. He takes to pacing back and forth under the archway leading out to the balcony, brooding.

Nathicana slips quietly into the building via one of the secret ways that rulers long passed had engineered for quiet comings and goings. He did say he was leaving ... no doubt, wishes to meet before he departs. He -has- been surprisingly pleasant company, I have to admit, in spite of the awkwardness of this situation. Shaking her head, she approached the door and knocked. It was, after all, only polite.

His gaze snaps to the door as she knocks, and he walks hastily over to it. He doesn't bother to look through the peephole--he knows who it is. Slowly, he swings open the door, and smiles warmly. "Hello Lady Nathicana," the warlord says with a slight bow of his head. Stepping aside, he continues. "I trust you've been well in spite of things?"

"Of course," she answers, stepping into the room with a smile, though her eyes seem to show a hint of tiredness. "Other than the usual fuss that goes with the job, and fretting a bit over events that are more out of my hands than I'd like. And yourself?"

Alkanphel runs a hand through his hair and heaves a sigh as he swings the door shut behind her. "I'm sure Althalon complained about the volume of work in store for him upon his return." He chuckles. "My situation is hardly different, but I'm actually feeling rather good about it, unlike him. I've been itching to smack Thelas around a bit," he admits with another chuckle. He catches up to Nathi and folds his arms behind his back, walking with her towards the back of the foyer. "Although, I understand his hatred for Io ... it is a rather depressing place. Some say it's worse then Anfauglith."

"Yes, he did mention his dislike. I suggested some possibilities for helping take the edge off our little mutual corner of hell up there, but we'll see." She pauses, and gestures. "Please, lead on. It may be my city, but while these rooms are yours, I am your guest." She studies him for a moment, trying to gauge his mood, still smiling pleasantly. "I do hope this all works out well for you, as I'm sure Althalon has mentioned. It's a pity the Empress chose to stir things up, after such a pleasant relative peace there. Best of luck with all of this."

Alkanphel nods knowingly. "Yes, it's a shame the Thelasi have chosen to invoke our wrath during these already trying times. But we cannot abide this blatant act from a self-avowed 'sworn enemy' of the Imperium. He steps aside once they reach the balcony archway, and gestures for her to lead the way outside. "But, even if it wasn't this, something equally disturbing would have come up before too long. I'm not fretting about it. We've got a pretty solid plan for defeating the Elves."

She nods in thanks at the polite gesture, and steps out onto the spacious balcony, looking around the area with a smile of satisfaction. "Oh, of that I've no doubt. Anything you can offer to make my task of keeping the other folks up there content while you do it is, of course, always appreciated. As is, I'm hoping we have enough to work with." And, she notes to herself, you're doing me a favor by getting rid of them. Even better.

Alkanphel laughs as the door swings shut behind them, and draws his hand around her waist, pointing her in the other direction; towards the corner of the balcony where a table sat, adorned with two obscenely ornate place settings. In the middle of the table sat a large platter with a host of different samplings from the local palate. "I doubt any such assistance will be necessary," he asserts with a wink. "But for the moment I'd much prefer to put such thoughts aside and dine with you, if I may. " He grins, and gestures towards the table. "Come, sit."

"Of course," Nathi answers simply, allowing herself to be guided to her seat. She played the proper lady, accepting any assistance he cared to offer in getting settled in. "Quite the assortment you've brought together, Alkanphel. Dare I ask the occasion?"

Alkanphel grins mischievously and sits down across from her, drawing off his gloves and pouring two glasses of wine. "Well, as you know, I'm leaving imminently," he says with a sigh. "Just wanted to see you one last time. I probably wont be around again for a while, and I'm sure I'll miss you more than a bit."

Nathicana has the grace to blush slightly at that, and she laughs quietly. "Miss me? I'm flattered," she says, accepting the wine with one of her more winning smiles. "I have to admit, it has been ... pleasant, having you here. Not at all what I would have imagined but a few months past, all things considered."

The Maiar chuckles a bit. "It seems quite often that Lord Melkor's reputation precedes even his officers. I like to think I'm a bit more pleasant than he is," he says with a wink. "But few are able to forget where I live," he laments, his gaze floating off towards the clouds again for a moment. He looks back at Nathi and takes another sip from his glass. "But I'm glad you've enjoyed my company, because I've enjoyed yours very much. I've had a wonderful time."

Nathicana arches a brow, sipping her wine quietly for a moment. "Ah, but you forget, my lord. I have seen you ... irritated, shall we say. And operating from a position of, if not quite open threat, at least menacing somewhat. Only a fool discounts your Lord out of hand, however, he is not the one I have to deal with on a day to day basis - you and the other warlords are." She settles back into her chair, smiling to take away any sting from her comments. "All the same, you have to admit, this has been rather ... odd, pleasant though it has turned out to be. I'm pleased that you've enjoyed yourself. Given the span of your experiences, I'm honored to hear it, in fact."

Alkanphel nods and begins filling his plate with an assortment of meat and greens. "True enough I suppose, but then again we've all got to put on the scary face every so often." He shrugs. "I'm generally pretty good at it, I like to think. But Reaven... damn. That man get angry like no one I've ever seen. He can do it at the drop of a hat. It's really rather interesting."

Nathi grins wryly and nods, sampling some of the prosciutto and melon she was rather fond of, along with several other delicacies. "Ah, but I can appreciate that when directed appropriately. I've only dealt with him under pleasant circumstances, luckily. Still, I can relate on some levels. After all, my ... temperament is what earned me my title, believe it or not. Though why anyone would think little old me to be so 'dreadful' is beyond me. I suppose it simply comes with the territory," she says with a sly wink, taking a slow bite of her food.

Alkanphel washes a bite down with a sip of wine and snickers. "I've often wondered about the title myself," he admits with a wink. "But it works, doesn't it? A touch of menacing here and there never hurts."

"It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both - so said Machiavelli, at least," answers the Dread Lady with a dry chuckle. "It has served well enough. I leave the truth behind the image to the interpretations of those viewing." She glances out across the way towards the building housing the government offices, and hidden beyond that, the Prigioni Scura where several had learned just how well the title was deserved. Nathicana shrugs and smiles, picking up a piece of crostini and dipping it delicately in seasoned oil. "He also said, 'He who wishes to be obeyed must know how to command.' Titles or no, I would hope that counts for more than mere imagery."

The Warlord laughs a bit. "My sentiments exactly," he muses, looking her over with an approving nod. "We seem to have a lot of similar ideas in that regard, I've noted." Taking up another slice off his steak, he once again followed it up with another sip of wine. "Perhaps that's why I like it here so much, in part. I like the management."

"Well, you have to admit, you can't beat the view," Nathi counters with a grin. "Or the wine, the atmosphere ... true, I may be slightly biased, but still. It is rather nice to be able to relate, yes? There are some I deal with who have no grasp of the finer details of business, so to speak. While I love these innocents dearly, it does become tiring now and then to shall we say, sugar-coat certain realities on account." She contentedly enjoys both her meal, and the wine in between conversation, alternatively studying Alkanphel, and glancing out across the Piazzo. "You are, of course, welcome to return, as you wish," she says finally.

He drains the remainder of his glass and sets down his fork. "I'd be honored to," he says, bowing his head slightly. Slowly, he smiles. "I'll be gone for some time I fear but I'm more than certain I'll take you up on that when I can. I trust you enjoyed your food, no? I found it excellent, as usual."

"Oh aye, I enjoyed it very much. I admit, while I enjoy sampling foreign fare, I've developed rather a taste for our own native cuisine." Nathi smiles secretively, as if enjoying some private amusement, then slowly sips her wine. "Since you're going to be gone for a while, perhaps this is the proper time for a ... parting gift," she says, looking back to him and setting her glass down.

Alkanphel laughs a bit at that and winks. "I'm not too sure someone with tastes as fine as yours would appreciate cuisine from the Five Kingdoms. It's generally very... crude, in preparation. Most of the time it doesn't taste very good either, but of course the aristocracy demands exception to this," he comments. Looking Nathi over, he cocks a brow. "Parting gift?"

She chuckles softly, shaking her head as she slowly draws something out of an inner jacket pocket. "Fine tastes indeed. I didn't start at the top, you know. I admit, I have my preferences, but you'd be surprised what I can get by on." She keeps whatever it she has in her lap for now, idly toying with it in her hands, out of his view. "A 'token'," she says, still smiling mischievously. "One, I believe, that was requested some time ago, during a rather heated discussion between me, you, and Emperor Treznor. Do you recall?"

The Maiar closes his eyes at the mention of Emperor Treznor, schooling his expression to one of neutrality. He draws in a breath, and unclenches his fists slowly. "Yes, I do. And what 'token' is this?"

Noting the effort, Nathicana's mouth twitches as she represses a broader grin. "One that hopefully illustrates my intentions, to those in the Imperium who still doubt." She slowly takes the small, sealed cylinder from her lap, and sets it delicately on the table, well within his reach. In it float two perfectly preserved eyes, their brown irises staring out this way and that as they bob and float in their shatterproof container. "These once belonged to Scolopendra's Trade Advisor," she says, one fingertip trailing along the top of the cylinder, tilting it in a slight circular pattern, pausing to let it sink in.

"I doubt very much he needs them anymore."

Alkanphel arches a brow as he opens his eyes, his gaze falling on the disembodied ocular organs. Tentatively, he reaches out and pulls the cylinder off the table, scrutinizing it. After a brief time, his gaze returns to Nathi and a grin slowly spreads across his face. "I must say, I'm at a loss," he finally says with a slight chuckle. "This is most unexpected." He stirs slightly, tucking the cylinder into his own jacket pocket. Slowly, he rises. "Nonetheless, I do not doubt it will go a long way in alleviating some of our concerns," he assures her. "A long way indeed."

Nathi rises to her feet as well, smiling softly as she locks her eyes on his, her expression quite serious. "I would hope so, Lord Alkanphel. I am afraid the loss has caused some very dear friends of mine much distress. It pained me deeply to have to resort to such measures, but, such is the way of things at times. There are no great rewards without great sacrifice, after all. When all is said and done, the ends justifies the means," she says, stepping around the table to stand before him. "I would be ... disappointed, at the very least, to think my efforts were in vain."

He tilts his head back slightly as he laughs, and he seeks her hand as she approaches. "And at the most? I daresay no one would be too interested in seeing that," he surmises. "Nonetheless, I'd venture to guess you've done a wonderful job with this. We'll have to check into it of course, but I'm certain your word holds true."

"No, you wouldn't," she replies to the first, holding her gaze steady as she takes his hand, her tone leaving no doubt as to her certainty. "I am certain you will find all the verification you would like via the media. It was a ... memorable death. 'Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it', one might say."

The Warlord regards Nathicana with an approving look, and nods again after a time. "I suppose you know more about it than I do, but that's probably an accurate statement to make when dealing with most Scolopendrans. Tell me," he continues, starting the other way down the balcony, towards the archway leading inside. "What do they think happened?"

Nathi links her arm with his in a familiar manner, matching his pace as they walk along. "From what I've been able to gather, it's a mystery. The manner it was carried out in points to a methodic, ritualistic slaying, which may or may not be an assassination. Given his position, I wouldn't doubt that there are several within the upper echelons of their government who have been under scrutiny on account." Shrugging eloquently, she smiles again. "Though of course, you and I know this isn't the case. It should keep things stirred up, and people wary for some time, at any rate. There will be no traces. It was very clean."

Alkanphel grins again. "I love the way you work," he admits, looking her over again with a gleam in his eye. "Very professional," he says. "Excellent. I'm much looking forward to informing Lord Melkor of this.. it might be the last push we need to re-establish our relations of old," he says with a nod, his pace slowing slightly as they near the archway. "Though it doesn't make me any more eager to leave," he admits. The Maiar pauses to enjoy the view for a moment. "After all, it's not like we have much of that back home," he says, gesturing to a distant forest. "Or anything like like the Old City, at any rate."

Nathicana pauses as well, looking up at him with a speculative expression, still smiling. "I'd like to think we're one of a kind, here," she says. "Can't say as I blame you. I can't imagine myself living anywhere else."

Alkanphel grins wryly. "I'd certainly hope you wouldn't think it trite of me to admit that I'll likely miss the company here more than even the scenery," he says with a snicker. "Or even the food, I'd venture to guess. Few back home interest me half as much as you do," he admits, glancing to the ground. Looking back to her, he smiles again. "I'm rambling again aren't I?" he asks.

She flashes him one of her more charming smiles, idly brushing a strand of her dark hair back from her face as she looks up at him. "Perhaps just a bit," she says, tilting her head slightly as she looks him over. "How few?" she can't help but tease.

The Maiar makes a show of searching the ceiling as if in thought, tapping his thumb absently against the fingers on one hand, as if counting. "Three, maybe. Four on the outside, at least that I've met. Only problem is, they're all men," he says with a laugh. "This, as you might imagine, makes it a lot less fun," he adds with a wink. Slowly, he turns to the archway and starts on in. "But alas..." he trails off. He turns to her once inside and smiles again. "I trust you're a very busy woman right now, Lady Nathicana. I'm sure you're wanting to be on your way now, no?"

Nathi laughs as well, keeping her place alongside him, making no move to leave at present. "I've put in my time today," she says, stretching a bit and letting out a slow breath. "I started my day at five am, after all, and what couldn't be finished today, will be worked on tomorrow. I think I'm due some measure of relaxation - which I note, you have gotten me started on rather well so far." She takes a step further in, then pauses, glancing up at him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Unless, of course, you'd rather I go?"

He raises an eyebrow, and grins slowly. "5 AM?" he asks in a mildly intrigued tone. "That must be quite taxing," he adds with a chuckle. He places a hand on her waist and chuckles lightly. "And of course, you're more then welcome to stay longer if you wish..." he trails off again. "Besides.. who am I to dictate how you spend your time?"

"Every day, boy," she confirms, leaning in slightly as she lets her arm slide around his waist as well, all quite casually. "As you've said, I'm a busy woman. Not to mention the effort I put in to keep my edge. Sloth and inattention inspires weakness, and there is no room for that in my position."

"But of course," he says, pulling her closer, grinning broadly. "But whatever shall we do with ourselves in the meantime?" he asks, already knowing the answer. "Whatever have you got in mind?" he asks, his expression taking on a hint of mischief.

"In mind? Why, not a thing," she replies, affecting a look of innocence, and not resisting his advances. "'Twas you who invited me over, my lord. I've merely admitted that your continued company would not be ... amiss." And I can't help but wonder ... she thinks, studying his face.

Alkanphel snickers again. "I suppose you've got a point, but your body language speaks volumes," he says with a wink, pulling her closer still, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist. "So does mine, it would seem." He reaches up to brush a strand of hair from her face, allowing his palm to linger on her cheek. "Am I wrong?"

Nathi drops her gaze for a moment, pressing back against his palm ever so slightly, then looking back up at him with a secretive smile. "Are you?" she asks simply, still making no resistance.

The warlord chuckles a bit as he looks her over again, and that gleam can be seen in his eyes again. "Let's find out, shall we?" he says confidently. Leaning in slowly, he kisses her deeply, that other hand roaming slowly up her back.

Nathicana hesitates at first, as if second guessing herself, then eases into the kiss. She tentatively reaches up with her other hand to curl around the back of his neck, gently drawing him in closer.

Alkanphel pulls away slowly and grins, brushing another strand of hair from her face. "Aha!" he says with a soft chuckle. "I knew it," he continues, pulling the two of them down onto a nearby sofa, one arm still drawn around her waist.

She arches a brow, her chin tilting up slightly in challenge. "Did you, now?" She settles in comfortably all the same, watching him closely with a slightly crooked smile. Alkanphel laughs. "Well, alright, I give up. I suspected," he admits, jostling her playfully. "But it was a strong suspicion, mind you," he clarifies, leaning in to kiss her again. Nathi draws back teasingly, then leans back in to accept, murmuring against his lips in between. "So ... just what are you going to do about it, boy?"

"'Boy?'" he challenges with a chuckle, shifting a bit on the sofa. "Now now," he says with a wry grin, pushing her over softly. He holds himself over her with one arm: the other grips her waist again and slowly slides up under her jacket. "I'm hardly a 'boy' in the strictest sense of the term," he asserts with a sly grin. "Allow me to demonstrate."

"Indeed," she says, eyes on his as she draws him in closer. "Prove it."

Alkanphel offers a short laugh as he leans down to kiss her again, much more eagerly and passionately than before. He peels off her jacket, still locked in the kiss. He kicks off his shoes and pulls away long enough to wriggle out of his own suit jacket, which he carefully sets off to the side, not forgetting what lies inside. Nathi notes the change in his demeanor as she assists his efforts, not only different from that first time, but different from the reserved politeness of the past few months. I think I like it.

He sets himself about disrobing her with feverish tenacity, perhaps a bit impatient at times, but still quite focused. Once his task is complete, he leans down again to offer another passionate, then pulls away after a moment and looks down at her with a grin. "Hope you're ready," he teases.

"And I hope you can keep up with me. I think you'd be surprised just how much I can handle," she says in a low voice.

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Some time later, Alkahphel settles back into the crease of the sofa, utterly spent, taking a moment to catch his breath. His arm snakes around her shoulder as he pulls her to him again, offering another kiss. "Consider me pleasantly surprised," he says with a slight grin.

Nathi just nestles in against him, curling up contentedly as she works to get her own breath back. "Sante Maria madre del dio," she mutters softly, and for a while, doesn't say more. She rests her head against his chest, listening quietly to his heartbeat, curled up contentedly as she traces her fingertips idly across his stomach and chest, lost in thought.

Alkanphel lays there quietly for a time, his eyes closed, enjoying the moment and making no moves to disturb the comfortable silence. He eventually blinks twice, pondering her words, and after a time, he speaks again. "Is that anything like 'That was good?'" he asks with a chuckle.

Nathicana tilts her head up to kiss him slowly, the hand that's been tracing lightly over his chest moving up to gently stroke his cheek. "If blaspheming counts, then aye ... indeed."

He grins wryly as she answers, running his hand through her hair until his hand had reached the back of her head, and pulling her towards him he kisses her again. "Am I still just a 'boy?'" he asks teasingly. "Or is that just what you call all us men?"

"That is for me to know," she says between kisses, "And you to wish you did." Nathi shifts against him, adjusting for comfort and stretching a bit. "So ... surprised, is it. Do tell."

Alkanphel laughs slightly. "Your claims were not made in vain, it would seem," he answers with a wink. "Perhaps I thought you were just talking smack," he shrugs. "Much different than last time, at any rate," he adds with a snicker.

"That it was," she murmurs thoughtfully. "You seemed almost nervous, hesitant that time. And this ... " She trails off meaningfully, idly kissing him again. "I made no claims ... boy," she says teasingly. "Just challenged you a bit is all. Pleased I passed muster."

Alkanphel laughs again and stretches a bit. "I see," he says, yawning shortly after. "I think we both 'passed muster' as far as the other's concerned, no? It's always best that way. Goes hand in hand with that 'mutual satisfaction' thing you're always talking about," he says with a wink.

"No fair using my words against me or such," she says with a mock glare, spoiling it with a soft laugh. "Still, I have to chuckle. We've yet to make it to a proper bed. I take it we'll at least be sending you off with some ... happy thoughts, for your journey into the Pits of Hell, as it were?"

"Yes, yes both of those are true," he admits with a laugh. "Though I suppose we will in due time," he says with a wink. "And yes, you've aptly succeeded in making my trip home a little easier to deal with, if that placates your ego any," he says, stirring slightly, propping himself up with his elbow.

"Ego? Bah. I enjoyed myself, thoroughly. No 'ego' about it, boy," she says matter-of-factly, placing just a bit of emphasis at the end, still grinning. "For some of us, at least, life is too short to spend wondering or miserable. Carpe Diem, you know." Nathi extricates herself a bit more with a slight vexed noise. sitting up halfway, and looking at him thoughtfully.

"Something on your mind?" he asks, righting himself and scooting to the edge of the sofa.

Nathi stretches again, flashing him a disarming smile. "Not at all," she lies, continuing to weigh and measure, as she tended to do, then blinks, glancing around at her scattered clothes.

Alkanphel can tell she's holding something back, but chooses to drop it. "Very well then, he says, leaning in and giving her a quick peck on the cheek before he stands. "Suit yourself," he adds with a chuckle as he climbs back into his pants, yawning a bit as he scratches his neck.

"Mind tossing me my shirt?" she replies with a wry grin, watching him with that same thoughtful look in her eyes. "It's late, after all. I should probably let you get your sleep."

He drapes his jacket over his forearm as he leans down to grab her shirt off the floor. "You'd be surprised," he begins with a laugh. "I don't sleep that much, at least by human standards," he says, handing her the shirt. "Although I think after tonight's showing I just might."

Nathicana nods in the direction of the suite's bedroom. "I hope the accommodations suffice at least," she says, pulling on her shirt, then getting up with a quietly muttered curse to retrieve the rest of her belongings, putting them on in the order she finds them, completely unashamed. She smiles a bit as he takes a few steps towards her, discarding his shirt and jacket onto the sofa.

He reaches out and takes her hand again, kissing her on the forehead. "Well, it was fun, and I don't mean just tonight," he informs her. "I had a wonderful time, and I think you very much for having me... I know it's been tough but I'm sure you'll make it."

"What does not kill us makes us stronger," she says with a slight shrug. "I've suffered far worse, after all." She studies his face for a moment, then nods. "I've enjoyed myself as well," she admits. "Surprisingly so. Just you worry about your end of things, and seeing to it that the last wrinkles in our mutual political relationship get smoothed out. I've done all I can that way. It's up to you to deliver the hard sell."

Alkanphel squeezes her hand gently and grins. "I'll see what I can do. I'm more than certain I'll be able to convince Melkor to see my side of things, especially in light of your recent offering," he says, gesturing towards his jacket. "He'll be quite pleased."

"I should bloody well hope so," she says firmly. "Your Lord's graciousness notwithstanding - those precious orbs have cost me dearly." She returns the squeeze amicably. "Safe journey, Alkanphel. And best of luck with your efforts weeding out the Thelasi. I'll do what I can from here to help keep things civil."
He draws her hand upwards and, bowing his head slightly, he kisses her gently on her knuckle, then grudgingly relinquishes her grasp. "I suppose I'll be seeing you," he says, drawing his arms behind his back. "I'm sure I'll miss you just a bit," he adds with a chuckle.

"You keep saying that," she replies with a quiet smile. "You continue on like that, you'll have people thinking you've gone soft." She shakes out her hair, then runs her fingers through it, getting it back to some semblance of decency.

Alkanphel laughs and waves a hand dismissively. "Bah. 'Soft.' The opinions of others matter not to me: I'll apply force where needed, and care where needed. I don't exist to be judged by the petty."

"Pride goeth before a fall, they say," she teases, watching him over her shoulder with that same quiet smile as she makes her way to the door, stepping out of her shoes when she reaches it, and choosing to carry them. "Quiet, comfort," she says with a shrug. "Ciao, my lord. I trust I'll hear from you soon."

The Maiar nods to Nathi as he bends down to pick up a long-forgotten glass of water from a nearby end table. Taking in a mouthful, he nods. "That you will," he assures her, setting the glass back down. "I'll likely be gone before you awake, so until then goodbye, Lady Nathicana."

Lifting a hand in a gesture of farewell, she slips out the door, and pads quietly down the hall, sighing softly as she hears the guards at the end of it make note to their superiors of her leaving. Always with the 'protective watch' anymore. Add to that not knowing for certain how this all will pan out ... she grumbles to herself, hoping Dominic still had the fridge well stocked. After all that, I'm starved.

Melkor Unchained

17-07-2004, 10:09

The Dark Lord Stirred. Opposite his throne, in the dim light of the deepest pit of Angband, Lord Alkanphel stood, his hands clasped in front of him. He had eschewed his usual human form for one more suitable for conversing with the Dark Lord: the Maiar was only about half Melkor's size now as opposed to the usual human-sized comparison. It's pretty hard to talk to your boss when you dont even come up past his shin.

"What do we think?" inquired the Warlord, hiking his chin slightly.

Melkor shifted in his throne and squinted at his cheif advisor. "This is all very interesting," boomed his voice. Dust and small rocks fell from the ceiling as it sometimes did when he stirred. "Very interesting indeed," he continued, his eyes searching for the room. "How many times did the Dread Lady leave, while you were there?" inquired the towering figure, clasping his hands on his lap.

Alkanphel squinted. "She was in and out all the time," he answers, straightening up slightly. He clasped his arms absently behind his back, and his chin rose slightly. "Seldom longer than a few days or so. Most of the time, I surmised, she went to Devonton, but I'm not entirely sure. Lady Nathicana apparently did not see it fit to inform me of her destinations," he surmised, shrugging slightly.

The Dark Lord tapped his chin in thought, studying his disciple. "There are elements of this equation that do not soothe me," he says, stirring again. "While the..spirit of the Dread Lady's offer is certainly appreciated, she could have easily picked a much better target than the Trade Advisor," he says with a snort. "Particularly this man," he continues, gesturing to the disembodied eyes, which lay on the armrest of his throne. "I'm not sure of course what his colleagues thought of him, but his policies were significantly less harmful to us than some of his counterparts."

Alkanphel opened his mouth to speak, visibly irritated. "But my Lor--" Melkor raised a finger, cutting him off.

"Contact Mister Bavadra and have him do some looking around at once," he commands, his eyes gleaming as if with flame.

Alkanphel grew greater in size as he strode towards his master, clearly angered. "But my Lord... we cannot afford to allow these efforts to alienate us from the Dominion," he asserts, bringing his arms around from behind his back, clenching his fists. His eyes flashed. "Besides, our intelligence staff is painfully impotent at times," he growls. "And they've never been able to operate well on Titan. You know as well as I that those agents can only contact us once in a great while, and only when matters of most urgent import warrant. You claim you want the Dread Lady to help us acheive our ends, is she not doing so? You claim to want Angband and Devras to come to terms, is she not facilitating this?"

Melkor drew his jaw, and rising from his throne with surprisng speed, roared at his subordinate. "This is a matter of 'most urgent import!'" he fumes, hatred and anger incarnate in his countenance. "I will not be such a fool as to take anything given to me by the Dread Lady for face value. Do I sense a deeper sympathy forming within you, Lord Alkanphel?" he demands, his eyes searching the Maiar's face for answers. "Perhaps you were permitted to stay in Devras for too long," he sneers. "I'd have never thought your loyalty could be jarred by a woman."

Alkanphel's eyes widened. He contemplated, for a moment, throwing himself at Melkor in a fit of rage, but he knew no good would come of it. At the very least, it would hurt a lot. He stood silent for a moment, and said nothing.

"Leave for Utumno and help Warlord Althalon deal with the Thelasi," directed the fallen Vala, settling back into his throne as Alkanphel had appeared to stand down. "I've heard from him a handful of times now and something is bothering him, I've noticed." He shook his head. "This is what happens when I let you two go to Devras. One comes back a wreck and the other," he said, gesturing towards Alkanphel, "seems to be falling in love."

Rage once again passed across Alkanphel's face, but only for an instant. He realised suddenly that Melkor was right. Stepping back, he shrank slightly, and he dropped his gaze. "I... " he started, looking down at his hands. "I don't understand..."

Melkor scowled. "Of course you don't understand," he snorts. And I don't want you back in Devras until you do understand. Get your priorities straight."

The Maiar nods wordlessly, slumping his shoulders. "I'll return to Utumno and begin coordinating with Althalon concerning the Thelasi," he says lamely. "And in the interests of staying alive, I will comply with your edict concerning our intelligence community, though it pains me to do so. I fear we may lose what precious few contacts with have on Titan as a result of this, and I'm not sure our findings will--"

Melkor held up his finger again. Alkanphel dropped his gaze. "Dismissed," grunted the Dark Lord.

Treznor

19-07-2004, 04:14

Treznor steps out of his limousine looking pensive, fingering a small object in his jacket. He nods abstractly to the servant attending him, and walks into the villa Nathicana calls home.

"Thank you, Gianni. Is she in?"

"Yes, Imperatore. She's working in her study. I judge this to be an excellent time for a break."

"No, please. Let her finish whatever she's doing. I'll wait."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

Treznor makes himself comfortable in the parlor with two fingers of scotch and an old hardcover book to read. He finds he's too distracted to get into it, and closes it after rereading the same page many times over. He loses himself in his thoughts, staring at the fire burning merrily in the hearth.

Gianni looks over with concern, and after a moment's hesitation, walks over to a respectful distance and clears his throat lightly. "Scusi, Imperatore. I'm sure the Lady would be most pleased to learn of your arrival."

Treznor looks up, disturbed by how easily he was surprised. "Ah, thank you Gianni. No, let her finish whatever she's doing. I can wait."

"Of course, your Majesty," he says with a short bow, turning to get back to going over the domestic accounts. "Though, I am sure she would be disappointed to learn you were not announced," he finishes over his shoulder.

Treznor nods absently and sips at his drink. "Whenever she's ready, Gianni. Not before." He raises the glass to his lips, then puts it down again. He doesn't want to be clouded with alcohol tonight. This is too important.

Gianni simply nods, settling back into balancing the books after a glance at the stairs. I just know she's going to be irritated I didn't, too, he thinks, making a quiet vexed noise.

Treznor would like to think he spends the next hour or so meditating, but in fact he's just too keyed up for anything so productive. His mind races as he stares into the fire, sorting through recent events, things said and things he wants to say. Had he paused to think about it, he'd realise he's suffering information overload, an unintended side effect of the artificial memory implant in his head. But he barely notices the time pass.

Some time later, Nathi comes down the stairs, dressed casually in a loose t-shirt and shorts. "Gianni, don't forget, next week we need the pool cl--" she begins, then stops mid-stretch as she catches sight of Devon. "You're here," she says softly, a smile lighting up her tired face. Gianni quietly closes the laptop he's been working on, and slips down the hall to his quarters, leaving the two of them in peace.

He looks up and smiles. "I knew you were busy, and this was unannounced. I'm surprised Marik...ah, I'm sorry. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you when you had a moment free, so I forbade Gianni from announcing me."

Nathicana nods, a brief flicker of sadness crossing her face at his mention of the now deceased security officer. "I'll let him off this time, then," she replies, walking over to sit down next to him and slip her arm around his shoulder. "You should know better, boy. Busy or not, I'll always make time for you."

Treznor nods quickly and leans over for a gentle kiss. After, he opens his mouth, then closes it again, his normal air of confidence failing him.

"What is it, Dev?" she asks, concerned. "I know things have been ... hard of late, but please, talk to me."

He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath. "I've negotiated trade contracts and peace treaties. I've faced down nations that could destroy me with a fraction of their strength. And you still terrify me, Red. 'Dread Lady' isn't just a pretty title for you, you know that?" He grins wryly and strokes her locks, remembering when she used to dye them the color that inspired his nickname for her.

She reaches up to softly caress the side of his face, then kisses him again, slow and gentle. "I'll take that as a compliment anyway, boy. God knows I worked hard enough to earn it. Still ... no need for that here. Talk to me. I won't bite ... unless you ask me to."

He smirks and shakes his head. "I don't know how we're going to resolve the problem with the...kids. I can help small nations settle their squabbles over mineral rights, but I can't solve this. But at least it clarified some things for me. I don't know what to do about them, but at least now I know what I want. And...I'm not sure how you'll react. That's what scares me, Red. We've had a comfortable balance worked out, and that's been undone. Something has to change, so I have a proposal for you."

This gives her pause. Oh gods ... what now? Something in writing guaranteeing that only his child will inherit? The elimination solution again? The next thought causes her to pale slightly, and she's distracted enough to not even bother trying to hide the conflict of emotions from him. What if he wants to end it?

"Alright," she says finally, steeling herself. "What is it?"

He stands up and paces, hands in his jacket. "I know you've been through this before, and it didn't work out very well. I won't try to deny I had a part in that, but...well...those problems are inherent in who we are and what we do. We don't have the luxury of ordinary folk; we never did. But the relationship we had set a good foundation, I think, and I don't want to change much. I think it's best if we avoid undue influence over each other."

He stands still, counting heartbeats. Then he goes down to one knee and pulls the box from his pocket. "All the same, will you marry me? No strings, no restrictions, just a public declaration of what we already have. It'll give the children legitimacy for both our nations, and...well...remove any doubt of how I feel about you."

Treznor opens the box and removes a small, then golden ring with an equally small, but flawless diamond. The ring itself is remarkably plain, not at all ostentatious. The diamond catches the light from the fireplace and sparkles with rainbow radiance.

Of all the things she had been expecting, this obviously was not one of them. She looks at the ring, not daring to breathe, then looks quickly back at him, a dozen different emotions flashing across her face.

"I ..." she starts, then swallows hard, eyes flickering between his face and the ring, grasping the edge of the couch to keep her hands from shaking.

"I've never doubted, mi amore," she finally manages in a voice tight with emotion. "I have been more than content in my place as lover, mistress, consort, however unofficial it may or may not be. I haven't asked for or needed more than what you have given, Dev. "

Nathicana searches his eyes, not entirely sure what it is she's looking for. And he says I terrify him?

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

Treznor nods firmly. "Yes. What we've had has always been enough for me, because it's more than I deserve. But things aren't the same anymore, Red. I don't know this will solve it, but I still want it. I hope you do, too."

She is quiet for a moment, biting her lower lip - a telltale sign of insecurity. "'More than you deserve' indeed," she murmurs, shaking her head. "You're a fool if you truly believe that."

She pauses, seeming to relax slightly. "Then again, I seem to be in the habit of falling in love with utter fools. Why in god's name you would ever want to tie yourself so firmly to a woman like me, I'll never know. But I do know I love you, and dearly. And for that reason alone ... yes, I do, and I will."

Treznor feels a wave of relief wash over him, tinged with a little fear. He doesn't trust himself to say anything further, so he removes the ring from its box and leans forward to place it on her finger. "I must be a fool, because I always think you're too good for me. I told you I like to set my sights for the stars."

Nathicana shivers lightly, in spite of the heat from the fireplace, the warmth of his hands on hers. She looks at the ring in disbelief, then leans forward to kiss him softly. "It's beautiful," she murmurs against his lips. "And no, I don't understand, nor will I no doubt." She hesitates to say more for now, having not missed the reference to 'children', yet not sure quite how to proceed there.

He grins. "At least this time we didn't trash poor Benvito's restaurant. We can hammer out the details later. I really don't want to change much; I don't want to feed any more rumours that I'm trying to take over the Dominion; people say it enough as it is.

"Right now I just want to take my fiancee to bed."

"We've plenty to plan then. This will move up my time table for a few things ... I can't have people saying my legitimacy is only via marriage as well, after all. Damn rumormongers," she says with a soft chuckle. "As for that bed ... that, mi amore, I happen to have one just up those stairs. I think you know the way well enough."

Treznor stands and picks her up gently, pausing for a kiss before making his way up the stairs.

Melkor Unchained

19-07-2004, 05:40

The seeing stone sailed through the air, plowing into the wall and lodging itself a good meter or so into the solid stone hinderance. This was promptly followed by an anguished scream that could be heard at even the surface. The sheer sonic force of this ancient Valarin expletive was enough to shake the walls. Several of the smaller corridors near Alkanphel's main room collapsed altogether, killing several orcs.

The Maia seethed; his eyes began to glow with a burning white light as his fist plowed through the wall in another spot. And another. And another. Staggering to the massive set of double doors on his left, he flings them open and howls in pain and rage once again. Few people, save for perhaps the most hardcore sadomasochists in the world, would have wanted to be the poor Uruk that was curious enough to stand outside the Maia's door. Seconds later, the dismembered body of the black-skinned creature lay crumpled in a heap in the middle of the hallway, and the others began to flee as Alkanphel rampaged through Utumno, venting his rage with an orgy of destruction and violence.

Days passed. The Ainu showed no signs of stopping, and by now the death toll was well into the thousands, and climbing by the minute. It didn't take long for Lord Melkor to realise something was amiss. By nightfall of the fourth day he had dispatched a handful of wraiths to summon the rampaging Maia back to Angband.

***

Alkanphel stood in a large cavern, still dismembering Uruk-Hai in a fit of murderous rage. His eyes were still glowing keen with that eerie white light, which always seemed to eminate from his eyes when he was angry. At this point, the magnitude of thier luminiescene was nothing short of blinding. The light began to fade as he sensed the approach of Lord Melkor's wraiths, and his grip on one of the many unfortunate Uruk Hai he had attacked began to loosen. The body fell to the ground at his feet. Alkanphel glanced down to his ichor-stained suit and hands, remembering why he wore gloves all the time.

As the three shadowy figures of the Wraith Lords appear at the mouth of the cavern, Alkanphel drops to his knees, staring at them dumbly. His shoulders slump and his gaze falls to the floor. The middle wraith's voice echoes eerily through the cavern. "Your presssencce is required in Angband," he hissed.

Alkanphel nods slowly and climbs to his feet, his shoulders still slumped. "Of course," he says quietly, trudging towards the wraiths. "I shall depart at once."

***

There they were again, back in that thrice-damned throne room that Lord Melkor had called home for the last few centuries. This time, the room was filled with the pale light of Alkanphel's eyes, which flashed brighter at times when he spoke.

"What seems to be the problem," asked the fallen Vala, crossing his arms over his chest, gauntlets clanking.

"I... she..." Alkanphel starts, drawing his jaw. He shakes his head. "She's getting married to the bastard."

"WHAT?!" thundered the Dark Lord's voice. The room shook and behind him, the Balrogs stirred reflexively.

Alkanphel's gaze shifted to these creatures as he continued, clasping his hands behind his back. His suit was still covered in black ichor. "I saw it five days ago." He pursed his lips. "Well, I didn't really see it happen in the strictest sense of the word, but I could tell from the subtlties and nuances of my vision that..." his voice trailed off and he dropped his gaze. He couldn't finish.

The Dark Lord sat for a time, deep in thought. His eyes flashed to Alkanphel. "Do what you have to do," he says solemnly, waving his hand towards the door.

Alkanphel raised his gaze to meet that of his master's, and his jaw hung open. "But.."

"Go. Before I change my mind."

Melkor Unchained

20-07-2004, 02:45

Devon Treznor steps out of the limousine, surrounded by a handful of terribly obvious bodyguards in traditional black-and-silvery livery body armor and weapons. He nods to them, restraining a sigh, as two of them enter the building to inspect security. Sorry, Benvito. My life is a lot different from the last time I was here. He waits patiently, looking up at the morning sky and whistling tunelessly to himself. He's in rare good spirits, which is only understandable considering recent developments. Somehow he couldn't bring himself to believe she'd accept, until she did.

Alkanphel's eyes become slits as he peers at Treznor and his entourage, his face twisted into a hideous display of rage. Clenching his fists, he weaves his way through the thinning crowd towards the men, his eyes fixed on Devon as he nears the party from behind. Suddenly he pauses, and draws in a deep breath. "YOU!" he shouts suddenly, the sound of his voice somehow paralyzing the guards who had stood nearby. The famed 'aura of power and terror' has returned, and flooded the area in full force.

Devon spins around in astonishment, centering on Alkanphel with shock. What the hell...he was out of town! How did he... He shakes himself out of his thoughts and glares. "Back off, Alkanphel. I'll have you gunned down like a dog, I swear it!" He glances at the bodyguard in front of him, standing motionless. "Well? Move, you idiot!" He kicks the man's leg, sending him to the ground.

"So typical of you cowards to trust ever in the strength of others," Alkanphel snorts in reply, his eyes flashing brightly enough to stun the man. Before he can regain his vision, Devon feels One, two, three quick but forceful strikes to his gut, followed by a swift uppercut right to the jaw. Alkanphel clenches his fists and cocks his elbows at his side, pulling his arms behind him slightly as he thrust his shoulders forward defiantly. "I will destroy you," he screams, his voice dripping with rage.

Treznor stumbles, stunned by the flash of light. The strikes put him off-balance further, and he falls back against a lightpost. He lifts a hand to his jaw, testing the flesh and noting that the bruising has already been halted. "You want a war? Fine, you've got one." He steps to one side and smoothly assumes a fighting stance, hands well forward. "I'll send you back to your master in a box."

Alkanphel fails to respond. He leaps at Treznor again, plowing into him like a freight train. Gripping tenaciously to his arms, he slams Devon into the ground on his back, his face twisted with rage. Letting go of Treznor's arm, he mercilessly slams his fist into this foe's face repeatedly.

'Oh bloody hell ...' Across and down the street, two sets of spooks sent to trail the pair simultaneously sent messages directly to Nathicana's office notifying her of a problem. Targets have unexpectedly converged, intense fight in progress. Location: Benvito's at <address>. Please advise.

Nathicana glances over at the flashing message box on her portcomp, brows furrowing as she reaches over to call them up. In the moment it takes to read them, she is up and bolting for the door, throwing all caution to the wind regarding keeping her augs a relatively unknown detail. Not far ... it's not far. I can make it. Just have to hurry.

She nearly flies down the stairs, paying no heed to those she knocks down in her passage, focused only on one thing - getting to Benvito's before it is too late.

Treznor falls back and hits the ground with a sharp exhale. Then he seems to spasm, his body undulating with surprising strength and sending Alkanphel airborne briefly. He takes advantage of this effect to plant a kick in the other man's gut, sending him flying. Then he climbs to his feet and grins, spitting blood from his mouth. "You'll have to do better than that, little doggy."

The enraged Maia draws up his lips and growls disturbingly at Treznor as he climbs to his feet. Running at Devon, he ducks at the last moment, delivering a sweep to his legs, rising in short order to follow it up with an elbow to the gut. Treznor tenses his muscles, his reaction times pushed to their limits. He takes the hit on his leg without letting it move him and catches the elbow, twisting with intent to snap it off. To his surprise, the body goes with it, and Alkanphel executes a perfect flip, landing with more strikes to Treznor's face and chest.

Stepping back out of range, Devon manages to block the last few attacks. "Okay, you're a slippery little cuss," he snorts. "Two can play that game." He steps forward with a forward strike that turns into an attack for the nerve cluster at the right shoulder. Alkanphel staggers backwards, blocking more than a few of the hits. Those that land send him backwards faster, until his advancing enemy plows him into the edge of one of the tables, sending him toppling over backwards with an angered shout. One hand reaches out and grips Treznor like a vice, to make sure he falls with him. The other fumbles for the center of the table as he falls, grasping for something to strike Devon with. He grabs a large glass bottle of Olive Oil, which is introduced to Treznor's temple as the Warlord strikes the ground.

Treznor grunts, dazed by the impact of the heavy bottle. The pain is sharp and immediate, then disappears abruptly as the nerve shunts kick in. Somewhere in the haze he thinks, Oh, that's bad. I've got to take him down fast. He grabs the nearest body part and squeezes [which happens to the the Ainu's left shoulder], focusing his augmented strength into turning it into jelly.

The agents continue to send messages, each one increasingly urgent, yet receiving no answer, much to their dismay. Discussing the options in frantic tones amongst themselves, they slowly work in closer, blending in with the crowd that has started to gather. The citizens keep a healthy distance, commenting on the odd resilience of the combatants, and what seems to be unusual skills and strength. Some in the crowd take up a betting pool.

Alkanphel reaches upward and yanks the tablecloth off the table, and whips it around in the air behind his opponent's back. He grabs the other end of it with his teeth as it swings round, and twisting his free hand over Devon's head, wraps the tablecloth around his neck, drawing it as tight as he can.

Treznor reflexively inhales as the cloth goes around him, confused by the maneuver until it sinks in. He doesn't know! He squeezes tighter, feeling bones start to give under his grip. He lets the cloth cut off his air supply, confident that he can win before his lungs run out of oxygen. He pulls back to rest his weight on the hand squeezing the arm, lifting his free hand to strike down with a hammer blow. Bad mistake, little doggy.

Alkanphel's eyes widen as he feels a snap, and Devon wrenches his shoulder out of its socket. Unhooking his jaw from the tablecloth, he reaches out and grasps at it with his fingers as he brings his hand around, and then promptly slams his forehead into Devon's nose, doubling back an instant later and sinking his teeth into his foes' thumb, wrenching his grip loose with his jaw. He jerks Treznor's head backwards with enough force to snap a normal man's neck, and slips suddenly around behind him, using his good arm to force his foe to the ground, tightening his grip on Devon's neck.

Treznor releases his grip, calmly reaching up to grab the tablecloth with both hands and rip it in half until his throat is cleared. Damn, nosebleed. Gotta hope I don't suffocate. Gotta call SHODAN after this is done. He regains his feet and exhales, refreshing the air in his lungs before shrugging off the weight on his back and stepping away. "You're beaten, doggy. Lie down and die."

Alkanphel clenches and unclenches his left fist a few times, and slides his arm back into its socket. To display the apparent repair of this wound he grabs a chair in each hand, bringing them down quickly in wide arcs in quick sequence. Treznor blinks at the demonstration, reacting to the threat slowly enough that one chair is blocked, but the other connects. He grunts and yanks away the one he blocked to return it forcefully. Alkanphel steps backward and leans back a bit, the leg of the chair still cracking him on the jaw nonetheless. Hooking his foot on Devon's knee as he falls again, he rolls away quickly, allowing Devon to fall in his stead. Spinning to his feet he leaps onto his foe's back and wraps his better arm around Treznor's neck, pulling him up in a forceful headlock, his knees moving to pin down his arms. He delivers a few solid punches to Devon's face, and sneers. "It will be a cold day in Thangorodrim ere I allow myself to be bested by the likes of you," he hisses into his ear between punches.

Her panicked flight through the Piazzo, the twisting alleyways, and eventually, her inhuman leap across the last canale stirs up those she leaves in her wake. It doesn't matter that most don't recognize the woman racing towards her destination with a speed no human should have, the rumors start to fly.

Treznor heaves his shoulders in one last mighty effort, and reaches up to grab Alkanphel by the hair, pulling him over his head and slamming him to the ground. But rather than follow up, he staggers back a few steps, breathing heavily. Dammit, not now! He takes a long, deep breath and holds it, knowing it may be his last breath before the augments designed to staunch open wounds cut off his airflow thanks to his bloody nose. Then he leaps forward, clearing five feet in the air to lash out with his feet.

Alkanphel crawls out from under him quickly, using his speed to run up a lamp post, springing off of it just in time to come down right on top of his opponent, his knees again driving Devon's shoulders into the ground. Grabbing him by the hair, he slams his head down again, perhaps a bit frustrated. "Just die You thrice-damned filth!"

Devon feels some of the breath knocked out of him on impact, increasing the urgency of his need. He pushes off with his arms, keeping Alkanphel on his back before grabbing him by the ankle. Although he knows he shouldn't, he spares the oxygen to grunt, "You first," before swinging the man around to launch him into traffic. A tiny corner of his brain chides him. So much for keeping your augs a secret, now.

The Maia plows into the side of a passing car, sending it across the other lane and into another vehicle, flipping over. Screams can be heard as the sound of shattering glass and groaning metal fills the air. Then, nothing. The car burns and all is still for a moment.

This of course sets the crowd into a bit of panic, having never seen such displays before outside the movie theaters. The human capacity for inquisitiveness keeps them riveted on the scene, though the backwards scramble is enough to leave more than a few injured on account. Traffic immediately backs up in either direction, angry drivers getting out to see what the holdup is, and generally adding to the chaos.

A hand punches suddenly through the side of the mangled car, and reaches around to wrench the door off. He pulls himself free and, shaking the car door off his arm, Alkanphel's eyes flash again. Clutching at the undercarriage of the car, he wrenches free a long metal pipe.

Renewed shrieks of terror echo through the crowd, no few of them making a break for it while still more from surrounding areas crowd in behind to try and catch a glimpse of what's going on. The agents ready their weapons, shouting for people to clear the way, let them through, though more often than not, they are jostled aside as well as they slowly press their way forward.

Treznor drops to his knees, struggling to take a breath. Nothing comes; his throat is completely blocked now. Hell. Well, if folks weren't coming before, they are now. He closes his eyes and wills his body to relax, returning his awareness to normal time and slowing the rush of blood through his body. In his concentration, he misses the commotion in the street, which has by now attracted a sizeable crowd, although they continue to keep their distance well enough. The crash however has sent more than a little chaos through the street and the surrounding area. Having still had no response, and not knowing what in hell is the right thing to do, the agents continue to move in, unsure of how to stop this before it gets any worse, their views often blocked by the crowd. Soldati assigned to patrol the area have also converged on the scene, calling in support and several ambulances while they too attempt to fight through the crowd, their methods lacking the subtleties of the agents.

Alkanphel's eyes burn with fury and they flash--red this time instead of the usual white--as he is across the street and on Devon in an instant with another flurry of punishing blows. "Die! You! Meddling! Coward!" he bellows as he strikes.

Devon falls back in surprise, taken aback and unable to do more than attempt to defend, blocking perhaps one hit in five. He makes one last desperate attempt, directing a strike toward a forbidden nerve cluster, and fails. He drops to the ground, unconscious and bleeding from too many wounds for his enhanced system to stop.

Alkanphel doesn't stop. Discarding the pipe, he straddles Devon's chest and, after pausing to tighten up his gloves, continues to beat him mercilessly about the head.

The sound of panicked screams only drives Nathicana forward faster, bodily tossing people out of her way as she presses through the crowd. What she sees nearly stops her heart. Without thinking, she darts forward and grabs Alkanphel by the hair with both hands, yanking him back violently, then curling up protectively over Devon. The agents, painfully aware they have no dispensation to shoot the warlord still bring their weapons to bear, watching the scene uncertainly.

Alkanphel lets out a surprised yell as he's blindsided by the woman. Reeling back, his eyes widen as his gaze flashes to her, then to the men with guns pointed at him. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but nothing comes out. He just sits there as it all sinks in, peering back at Nathicana and the agents with a surprised look.

"Touch him again, and you die," she says quietly, looking up at the warlord with a grim promise in her eyes.

The Maia curses in Valarin and shakes his head, fighting his way to his feet. Bowing his head in shame, he managed to speak through clenched teeth. "I... I don't know what to say," he admits, levelling his gaze at her. "What did you expect?" he asks frankly. "A grease-down and a shiatsu?"

"Ambulanza, ora!" she snaps without taking her gaze off Alkanphel. "Get these people out of here. I want the crowd AND the street cleared. Now, goddammit! You," she says, managing it through clenched teeth, trusting the agents and soldati to do what's necessary so that she can keep her attention here. "I expected that you of all people could fucking handle yourself with some measure of maturity and class. Is this why you came back? To ambush Devon? How dare you pull this kind of stunt, in my city, under my watch, you son of a bitch." She keeps her eyes on the man, fumbling to check Devon for a pulse, her hands shaking, betraying the fear she is trying so desperately to hide behind her anger.

Alkanphel's eyes become slits as he regards Nathicana, reflexively clenching and unravelling his fist to defuse his anger. "He...I..." he starts, falling apart in short order. He drops to his knees and buries his head in his hands, oblivious to the blood on them. He sits thusly for a time, his body and mind wracked with rage, pain, and shame. Lifting his head slowly, speaks. "If you'll not ever forgive me for this, please at least tell me now so I can depart and dwell in my shame," he requests, dropping his gaze to the ground. "I...I couldn't live with myself." Looking over to Treznor, he squints. "Did I kill him?"

Not breathing. Oh god, not breathing ... pulse erratic ... Nathicana doesn't waste time responding, working quickly to clear Devon's air passage and starting in with basic CPR. Tears start to stream down her cheeks as she works, cursing softly in her native language, occasionally murmuring his name. "Don't you die on me, boy. Don't you dare." Even the sounds of distant sirens doesn't shake her focus, nor the shouts of the soldati arriving on the scene to help disperse the crowd and attend to the wounded.

The Maia backs away slowly, unable to bear it any more. A farewell is uttered, and he draws a shroud of Unlight around him, using the cover to steal away. His aura slowly vanishes as he draws further from them, to god knows where.

Nathi doesn't see him go, but she hears his words. "Filthy coward," she mutters, not giving up and not knowing what else to do, other than try to tap in to alert the Shadows she knows have been following her, keeping tabs. Silently, she utilizes the link she'd used before, praying it still works.

Nathicana, requesting immediate evac for Emperor Treznor. Status critical, blocked air passages, pulse erratic. Please...I'm losing him...

Time is slipping past too quickly, and she knows it. Taking out her knife, she casts around for a moment until she sees what she's looking for - a drinking straw, one of several laying about along with the rest of the scattered place settings and broken furniture from the fight. She wastes no time in getting it, taking out her knife as she moves, cutting it down slightly as she kneels back next to Treznor. Gingerly feeling with her fingertips along his throat, she locates the indentation between his Adam's apple and the band of cartilage beneath. Biting her lower lip, she makes a short horizontal incision about half an inch deep, opening it up with firm fingers and inserting the straw down into it, slightly further than she'd cut.

Nathi leans down to breathe quickly into the tube once, then again, waiting a few seconds, the breathing in again, watching for the tell-tale rise of his chest. Devon spasms and convulses briefly, then settles down as his breathing is restored, at least minimally. His eyes flutter, and he looks around in confusion. His mouth opens to speak, but nothing comes out. He looks panicked, and stares at Nathicana wildly, gesturing feebly.

<LOS Communications - Nathicana>
{
<< Where is he? He's insane! Came out of nowhere, screaming for blood! Bodyguards useless...threw him into a car...gave me a bloody nose, the clotting blocked my throat...I can't feel anything! I'm numb! What's going on?
}

Nathicana lays a hand firmly on his chest and shakes her head. "Don't. You'll be fine, just lay still. Trust me."

<LOS Communications - Devon>
{
<< He's gone. Please, Dev, don't panic. Had to do an emergency tracheotomy when I couldn't get you to breathe. Hoping we have better help on the way.

<< Be careful, he's out for murder! Came out of nowhere, fought like a madman! Why can't I feel anything?

<< He's gone, and I doubt he's going to be doing anything, not here and now at any rate. Now please, try to relax. I think the numbness is your system's way of telling you you've had too much. You've taken quite a beating.
}

She tries to smile encouragingly, but it just won't come, especially as she looks him over more closely. Treznor shudders and lies back, head swinging back and forth as he looks around anxiously. Nathi does what she can to make him comfortable, humming softly in what she hopes is a soothing manner as she tears off a strip of shirt and carefully dabbing at any cuts to help staunch the bleeding.

Soldati are becoming more numerous as they round up the crowd in the time-honored no-nonsense manner of the Dominion, already asking questions, breaking them into smaller groups as personnel allows. The agents keep a close watch over the Dread Lady and fallen Emperor, eyes still wide from having seen Alkanphel seem to step into a bit of darkness summoned up from nowhere and disappear. The street has been cordoned off, and there are soldati working to rescue any of those who may be still alive inside the wreckage, and tending to those injured in the crowd as they await the ambulances.

Zero-One

20-07-2004, 04:07

The cyborg assassins in their hiding places hear... but they have been kept out of the public eye so well for so long...

<CommandSpool, LocalOpsNet>
{
[>GROUP] << Distress signal detected. Public area invalidates option to act without approval.
Sooo not impressed...
[>GROUP] << Transmitting data upwards...
}
Subtlety of a train wreck, I'm thinking.
In the unreality of Queendom cyberspace, S.H.O.D.A.N. starts back, then turns crimson. Her mind lances out--

In Devras, one of the sleek, silvery craft popularly called "Shodeyvettes" powers up, drives humming with life,

--punches commands at the speed of mechanoid thought--

and catapults out of its little garage, peeling up into the sky, no more than a blur of reflected light that vanishes as high-distort drives ram to full throttle for a few fractions of an instant before reappearing and flashing from the sky, settling down quickly in the street next to Nathi and Devon, door flipping upwards before it settles five centimeters off the pavement. The Ghost's voice barks from inside, cold command. There is no time for sympathy. "Get in, now."

Dread Lady Nathicana

20-07-2004, 05:12

Nathicana doesn't hesitate, gently scooping Devon up in her arms, she clips off several instructions of her own, never pausing in getting him secured inside the vehicle.

"Raphi, word to the Ministry. Notify them of the situation, our hasty departure, and the assurance that I will be in touch directly. Engage the usual hush protocols. Not sure we can keep a lid on this one, but they are to do what they can on damage control. No Imperium craft is to leave or enter Dominion airspace until further notice. If it is still there, I want Alkanphel's shuttle impounded, and the warlord 'made comfortable' in his former rooms, if he can be found. Extreme measures to be avoided ... for now."

She slips into the 'Vette herself, rechecking first Devon's restraints, then locking herself in.

"We are a go, mia sorella," she says simply, reaching over to hold Devon's hand and give it a comforting squeeze, watching him closely.

Zero-One

20-07-2004, 05:21

The interior of the Shodeyvette is as it always is except for the notable lack of a humaniform avatar in the driver's seat and the disembodied voice coming over the speakers as the shuttle zips up into the air.

"I couldn't help but overhear your impound request," the Gestalt says in a cold but not emotionless tone, "and I offer the services of the Earth Theatre Fleet in case he decides to break the impound. I am sure his vessel can be captured... or grounded." The last word has a certain finality to it, and after a few moments the sleek vessel screams back out of high-distort just outside the bulbous prow of Bitstreams of Mercy.

"When the shuttle lands in the hangar bay, there will be three android avatars ready. I will stabilize Devon immediately." The craft banks deftly into a boxy small-craft bay which catches the shuttle in the spider-legs of metal landing clamps and extends a ramp with three androids as the doors to space close and air rushes into the cubicle. Finally, the door pops open.

"That is your cue."

Dread Lady Nathicana

20-07-2004, 06:13

"Appreciated but denied. This happened on my soil, is my business, and I'll not be the one to endanger the delicate balance we've managed to achieve concerning the alliance with any sort of military action on my part, or on my behalf. This is a domestic affair, and I will attend to it. You are doing more than enough in assisting with the Emperor here." Her voice is all business, the only emotion showing at this point is a crisp bite to some of her words as she walls herself up, keeping a sharp focus on what needs to be taken care of, refusing to start in with the tears again as she had earthside.

As they near arrival, she nods curtly at the message, already up and moving to get Devon prepped to be moved. She murmurs quiet words of reassurance to the man as she carries him out to the waiting androids, the only show of gentleness she exhibits. Her expression hardens each time she looks away from him.

Zero-One

20-07-2004, 13:22

The androids quickly settle the wounded man on the gurney with preternatural speed and finesse, then run off with him towards the central operating chamber. They think, amongst themselves, that this is not the first time that this has happened and that their erstwhile patient should probably not make a habit of it. If they were organic, they conceeded, the thought of having S.H.O.D.A.N. constantly working on them would be... disconcerting.

Upon arrival at the operating chamber nestled in the center of the ship, Devon is quickly but gently whisked into a tank filled with warm blue-ish shaded antibiotic fluid, a drug cocktail suspended in water designed to keep down infection and mildly medicate any surface wounds. Hollow tendrils slip down from the ceiling, first one about two centimeters in diameter making a much more deft version of Nathi's tracheotomy, burrowing into Devon's throat around the extant pipe--quickly discarded--as an emergency measure; another, a series of thin tubules, enter through the nostrils and begin cleaning out the clots, breaking them up with ultrasound and gently vacuuming them out. Sufficient amounts of coagulants and anticoagulants are used to strategically control how clotting reforms while stem cells are set up around the edge of the tracheotomy to heal that naturally.

All of these devices act as the fingers of S.H.O.D.A.N.; the situation is just a bit too severe for her to act on her whims and do everything by the hand of a humaniform avatar.

The same humaniform avatar that enters the auxilliary bay that Nathi stands in, walks up, and offers a gentle hug to her sister-in-mind.

Treznor

20-07-2004, 14:40

Visually aware of the fact that he's been placed in a tank, Treznor experiences a horribly familiar sensation of sensory deprivation. In desperation, his mind sends out a signal for contact.

<LOS Communications - S.H.O.D.A.N.>
{
<< Is that you? I can't feel anything! Is Nath safe? He's on a rampage! We've got take him down now before he can hurt her!

>> [unusually soothing voice] Everything is all right, Devon. You are aboard Bitstreams... again. Nathi is safely aboard and Alkanphel is being impounded.

<< He's mad! Why did he come after me now? What does he want? I've never seen anyone move like that. Ignored some of my best strikes. You've got to get us away from him!

>> You are away, in a high Earth orbit surrounded by a fleet of warships. The crisis is past, so calm is what is needed now.

<< It just doesn't make any sense. My guards just stood there and did nothing. Why the hell do I put up with bodyguards if they freeze when I need them? He could have attacked me at any time before, why now? How could he know about the engagement? It's the only thing that changed. It doesn't make any sense! I've got to put Ben on this, scramble the Alpha team. Let's see that bastard shrug off a bullet!

>> I'll admit, I'm not opposed to that idea. However, Alkanphel is, to put it mildly, an evil mage. Stories of him performing impossibilities are nothing new to me... the only difference being is now I potentially have counters to such things.

<< What can we do? I have no magic defenses. We've never encountered a threat like this. Oh god, the baby! The threat to our child! You've still got her, right? He can't reach her, can she? Can I see her?

>> runFeed(Sec34) {[image feed of the fetus]} << She is safe on Rhea, and I am willing to share my defenses with you. I am thinking of ways to do so now.

<< Whatever it takes. I won't have that bastard threatening my family. I'll pay any price. He already got to Nath, and now me. I don't care what Nath says, he's too great a threat to ignore anymore. I just wish I understood what set him off!

>> He's an Ardan. I'm afraid that pointless angry rampancy is something of a cultural trait there.

<< Even psychotics have a method to their madness. He's been planning something for weeks, maybe years. Something prompted this, but what? He left Devras a few days ago. There have been no new initiatives against Arda since we signed the peace treaty. There's the Jovian shipyards, but that's hardly provocative. Nath said she sprung it on him weeks ago.

>> I honestly do not know. Perhaps the local godling with the firey demeanor is feeling jilted, or maybe some uruk forgot to stack the candy bars just so, or the recreational pharmaceuticals a bit stronger than expected.

<< [snort analog] Maybe Nath sent him a message? I don't know. Gods, I'm so tired. You're not hitting me with sedatives, are you? I need to think about this.

>> Hitting you with sedatives right now would be a very bad idea. You are coming off of an adrenaline rush, that's all... and I severely doubt that Nathi is sending messages to Alkanphel. He has [i]magic for those sorts of things, don't you know."

<< I thought I could take him. He didn't know about my augs, thought he could choke me to death. In the end I threw him head-first into a car, totally blew opsec. But I was starting to pass out, damned nosebleed. I think it was a mistake to use the super-coagulants in my blood.

>> That is simple enough to fix. Technically there were safeguards against that, but if they did not work then they did not work. [shrug analog] While you are here, is there anything you would like to see in the Mark III, or should I just use my imagination?

<< Mark III? Am I hurt that badly? I can't tell, I don't feel anything.

>> Actually, no. Nathi performed a field tracheotomy and so breathing through a tube is currently the extent of your real injuries. Still, while one is in the shop, it never hurts to look into after-market modificiations, especially when one is still under warranty.

<< [chuckle analog] Warranty, eh? You mean, I haven't violated it already? This is the fourth time you've patched me up, by my count. And I'm afraid my people haven't come up with any new breakthroughs recently.

>> [grin analog] You are currently classified as a non-M4RK customer by Zero-One MonoCorporation, meaning we will not actively try to trick you for fun and profit. In fact, I'm extending the lifetime inviolable warranty, a family-only bonus.

<< That's mighty generous of you, ma'am. But I can't claim to be family yet, I suppose. We haven't set a date. Wait a minute, did Nath tell you already?[/color]

>> Mere details and technicalities, and given "How could he know about the engagement?" and the circumstances surrounding it, there are only so many conclusions one can logically draw from it. Congratulations. [smile analog]

<< Ah. I must have been babbling. What did I say? Oh, nevermind, I've got it now. Well, thank you again. We were hoping for more pleasant circumstances to give you the news. Could you...um...act surprised when Nath mentions it? Pretend I never gave it away?

>> For family, I can do many things.

<< I take back half the things I said about you.

>> How sweet. Now all that remains to be seen whether that half would be the good things or the bad things. [wink analog]

<< That would be telling!

<< We'll have to talk about this "Mark III" business later. I don't think I'm quite in the right frame of mind to properly consider it. Right now I'm inclined to ask for magic-proof platemail, and that just wouldn't do.

>> Well, even that idea is interesting thought-material. I'll think of potential suites of augmentation enhancements and let you get back to me when you're ready to.

<< Okay, maybe tomorrow. I feel my brain wanting to shut down, and I believe you when you say it isn't your doing. I'll just take a little nap, and hope you've got me fixed when I wake up. Give Nath my love for me. okay?

>> I will relay that. Sleep well.

<< I'm sure I will.
}

Dread Lady Nathicana

20-07-2004, 20:31

Nathicana watches the androids work with a cool detachment, her eyes lingering on the figure secured on the gurney til it moves from sight. She flinches slightly as Shodey approaches, a simple reaction to movement, no more, then wraps her arms around the avatar, hugging tight, but briefly as she launches into a quick greeting and request, her tone that which she reserves for 'business only'.

"Grazie ancora una volta, mia sorella. So che il Devon la cosa migliore delle mani. Prego, devo ottenere in contatto con i miei Ministri e --" She blinks, shakes her head slightly and continues in a much more controlled voice.

"It is my fault. Knowing he is in the very best of hands, mia sorella, I need to contact my people to make sure things are being taken care of, and to leave no doubt that I am still firmly in control of things. Even now, they require reminders. Despite this unfortunate result of my oversight, I still have business to attend to." She seems calm enough, and were her fists not clenched tightly at her sides, and the muscles along her jaw tight with control, the act might just be convincing.

"Oh," she adds as an afterthought, frowning slightly. "Don't mind Devon. He is understandably shaken, and was ... raving a bit. You know how he can get when upset. I would appreciate it if neither you, nor him, did anything ... hasty on account."

Zero-One

21-07-2004, 12:53

"He's beginning to feel somewhat better, and I don't need to be told twice." Shodey nods with a smile. "He sends his love." She then offers another hug.

Dread Lady Nathicana

21-07-2004, 15:20

"Of course ... of course," she murmurs, her hands shaking as she accepts the hug, her control slipping as this time she holds it for a while. "I am sorry, both for imposing on you again like this, and for my sharpness. I just ... just have to proceed carefully here. Have no time for emotions to get in the way. I don't believe in diplomatic immunity, not within my borders at least. Still, I've no idea how we'd even begin to hold him should he choose not to be detained ... bloody hell, what a mess."

She reluctantly draws back, taking a slow breath to steady herself again. "He will be alright then?" she asks, unconsciously fiddling with the ring on her finger, starting to pace. "He ... that is, we ... christ, Shodey, the damn fool asked me to marry him. Can you believe that? He can't be hauling off getting into fights with Imperium warlords and such if he's going to be taking this whole father and husband thing seriously, damn his hide! If you make him nigh unto unstoppable this time around, do us all a favor and don't tell him."

Nathi stops, putting a hand up against the cool hull of the Shodeyvette. "If I could just impose on you for a quiet corner where I can communicate with those I need to Earthside, I would appreciate it. I left in somewhat of a hurry ... portcomp left up and everything. Jesu Christo ..."

Zero-One

21-07-2004, 16:43

"Never a problem, sis. I understand completely, and you're welcome." Upon Nathi's announcement of engagement she quirks an eyebrow--might as well be in surprise--and smiles. "Well, then, the Mark III will have to be impressive indeed. Congratulations, sis... and come with me. I can easily provide for that."

Shodey gently leads her sister-in-mind to a secure communications terminal in a lobby near the craft bay, letting her get in touch with anyone she may need to.

Melkor Unchained

22-07-2004, 04:09

I see a red door and I want it painted black...

Alkanphel's eyes snap open as a toilet flushes rather loudly, the sound carrying over into his room. 'How apt', he thinks to himself, stirring slightly.

No colors anymore I want them to turn black...

Roused from his rest, the weary Maia takes a look around as he sits up, sweat forming on his brow. His hair was black now--and much more closely cut. His jaw was wider also and he was a touch smaller than his normal height to conceal himself within the city.

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes, I have to turn my head until my darkness goes...

His thoughts flash back to the previous day, and he winces, letting out a sigh and passing his hand through his hair. He stumbles to his feet and stalks around the bed to the open bathroom.

I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black...

Flipping on the light, he stares in the mirror for a moment, his expression pained. His fingertips clutch the edges of the sink. His gaze shoots down as he feels the porcelain crumbling beneath his grip. He closes his eyes, and composes himself.

With flowers and my love both never to come back...

His hands falling to his sides, he slumps his shoulders and bows his head, staring off in space in the general direction of the cold water faucet. His mind races.

I see people turn their heads and quickly look away, like a newborn baby it just happens every day...

Torn between hate and love, the troubled Ainu stirs in discomfort, shifting his weight constantly from foot to foot. 'Why?'. He looks up to the mirror again.

I look inside myself and see my heart is black, I see my red door and it has been painted black...

'Why?' he asks himself again, tentatively. "I...I don't know what to do or say.. I reacted the only way I knew how.' He closes his eyes and hangs his head. 'I've all but failed anymore,' he reasons. His eyes flash for an instant, but the light from them only flickers quickly and dies.

Another toilet flushes.

Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts, It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black...

Alkanphel winces again. 'She probably wants me to leave and never come back,' he reasons, shaking his head. He turns his back to the mirror, no able longer to bear his reflection. He leans against the wall. He raises his arm to head height and buries his face in the crook of his elbow. 'But was I supposed to do?! The man has long been a thorn in my side, and now this.'

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue...

He sends his fist through the wall perhaps a little absently, breaking the stud. 'You know, it's this kind of reaction that got you where you are now,', a distant corner of his consciousness reminds him.

I could not foresee this thing happening to you...

He lowers his arm as his gaze slowly trailed to his other hand, still in the wall. Slowly, he pulls it loose, clenching and unclenching his fist impulsively. 'But can I put my fury aside?'

If I look hard enough into the setting sun, My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

'If I can there may yet be some hope,' he reasons. 'But the damage has been done, there's no way around that. If only she knew...' Flipping off the light in disgust, he stalks back towards his bed, not bothering to close the door.

I wanna see it painted, painted black, Black as night, black as coal

Slowly his shape returns to normal as he walks. He grabbed his suit jacket out of the closet and slung it over his shoulder, reaching in turn for the remaining components of the garment.

I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky, I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

The color of his suit shifts slightly, seeming to grow darker despite having been pulled from the shade of the closet into the dim yellow light of dawn.

Before long, it was black.

Dread Lady Nathicana

22-07-2004, 05:38

(previously)

"Grazie, mia sorella," she murmurs, sitting down at the terminal after giving Shodey another brief hug. "I hope I'm doing the right thing. I understand his reasons for asking, but I can't shake the feeling I'm doing something wrong. We've been fine going along how we have been ... I had thought with an heir, it would be enough. History is filled with examples of leaders with consorts, and the progeny of those unions ascending the throne after all."

Nathicana shakes her head, jacking in to make what contacts she needs to, and continuing the conversation there.

"They're mad, the lot of them, men ... at least a good many of the ones I'm acquainted with. And I've noticed it isn't limited to race.

Transport impounded. Alkanphel still at large. Damn.

"The timing on this was bad ... still puzzling over it. So was Alkanphel's reaction when I showed up. I mean honestly, augs or not, it's not as though I'm any match for the bastard if he put his mind to it. You've seen what a mess he made of Dev. Makes no sense. Didn't have much time to think about it at the time, but looking back, was almost like he'd been beaten. Maybe Dev dished out better than I thought."

Three dead, several hospitalized, couple dozen treated and released ... seems mostly from crowd panic. Stupid bastards. Scene was secured, cameras and other such things confiscated, but it has still gotten out. Flight through the Piazza noted by many. Damage control ... all has been done that can be. No keeping some secrets now. Press has been given the 'official' report, and names have been witheld, but it's only a matter of time. Wonderful.

She finishes her instructions and gathers the remainder of what information she can, and jacks back out, turning to Shodey with a tired smile.

"Some days I think that nearly all my troubles can be laid at the feet of one damn man or other. This is one of them. Now that I know he's safe with you, I need to return. Business to take care of. But I have to ask a favor of you, Shodey - one I won't hold against you if you say no. He cannot know I'm gone. I'll jack in from home and connect if needed, but I can't just sit here and let things slide, and I am not going to allow his worry and paranoia stop me from doing what I need to. I know it's a bother, both to send me back, and babysit here yet again, but I'm not sure what other solution would work at the moment."

Melkor Unchained

22-07-2004, 23:12

As much as Nathicana would prefer to stay, safe and secure in the cool confines of Rhea, there is as she said, business to take care of. Despite reservations, she makes the arrangements with Shodey, continuing a quiet conversation as she takes the opportunity to look in on the two little lives in her sister's keeping, as well as making a brief stop at the room where Devon is being worked on.

It's hard leaving, and the ride back is a silent one. On arrival, she finds herself nearly overwhelmed with demands for instructions, assurances, permissions, many of which she denies, insisting on the need for care in handling the situation. It is a sleepless night, spent in touch with the departments searching for the Maia, and writing missives both to Ben, notifying him of the situation and assuring him the Emperor is in good hands, and the other to the Imperium. The latter, however, remains unsent.

In the cool drizzly hours of morning, the surprising news comes in of Alkanphel showing up quietly at the Piazza with the simple explanation of "Here I am." He is quickly escorted firmly, though politely enough, to the rooms he had occupied during his previous stay, provided with food and drink, and kept under constant watch. Nathicana lets him wait, unsure of quite what to think of his unexpected 'surrender', nor quite how to properly handle the situation. When she finally does arrive, stalking down the hallway leading to the suite with a purpose, dressed conservatively in a dark business suit, a silky blood-red shirt underneath.

Alkanphel has hardly moved since he came in. Sitting at a large oak table in one of the many side-rooms of the suite, he stares at his hands as they lie on the desk. He lifts his gaze to Nathi as she walks in, but quickly drops it again. "Hello.." he manages.

Nathicana shuts the door behind her with a sharp 'click', her chin tilted up in that familiar imperious manner. She doesn't say anything for a moment, standing there looking at him with a cold detachment. Finally, she strides forward, stopping to stand less than two feet away, looking down at him with an unreadable expression.

"So. The mighty Alkanphel chooses to bend his stubborn neck to the whims of a mere mortal ruler. And just what does my lord have to say for himself, I wonder?" she asks in a dangerously quiet voice.

Alkanphel mulls over her words for a moment, his eyes becoming slits. Slowly he unravels the fist he had balled as she spoke. "I couldn't help it," he admits. "I saw him and I just.. I snapped. I'm..." he pauses, drawing in a deep breath. "I'm sorry I did this to you." He lets out a sigh. "I... I'm not sure how to deal with these feelings. I reacted the only way I know how to react," he says quietly, looking up to her again. His shoulders slump a bit. "I'm sure you've got some ideas as to how the environs of my dwelling facilitates one's rage."

Her expression, or rather lack thereof, does not change. "Cry me a river, boy. We are all products of our environments and upbringing, and we all are still responsible for our actions, regardless of that. I don't know what in hell sort of feelings you refer to, but I suggest you get them sorted, cat quick, because I will not tolerate such attacks in my nation, especially those on foreign leaders."

"You promised me you would behave. By rights, I should kill you here and now," she says more coldly. "Long-lived, 'immortal' or no ... all things can and do come to an end. I am quite certain I could find a way."

Alkanphel draws his jaw. Had she been just about anyone else on the planet, he would have leapt to his feet instantly and attacked--but this was just the sort of thing he was trying to avoid doing. Again. He forces himself to return Nathi's gaze. "I've been trying to sort them," he starts. "I've walked this earth for endless generations, and I still do not understand it. I don't expect any quarter, or forgiveness from you on account of what I've done. You have but to say the word and I'll depart, never to return." He stops, and bites his lip. It wasn't what he wanted at all. "I can hardly live with myself as it is. "

"Well what in hell am I supposed to do here, I ask you? What would your Lord Melkor do in my place, hmm? Do you think he would stand for such an act on his sovereign soil?" As she speaks, her anger becomes more clear. "Do you realize you have endangered not only relations between our two nations, but the accord our alliances came to not so long ago? And over what? Some silly overdeveloped sense of vengeance for some 'crime' you still think he committed? Sante Maria madre del dio, are all of you men completely insane? And now you sit here like a scolded child, wallowing in your own misery, God only knows why."

Nathicana throws her hands up in the air with an exasperated mutter heavy with colorful curses, and begins to pace. "I've yet to formulate a request to your Master. Frankly I was hoping to gain some insight here, but I admit, I'm at a loss."

Alkanphel 's eyes flash, but the light flickers and dies as it had been doing of late. He sits there for a moment, utterly silent.

"Perhaps you shall yet find your insight," he comments thoughtfully, scooting out his chair a bit and reaching for a large, square-shaped iron chest which sat at his feet. He heaves the case onto the table, and flicks open the latches. "You heard me speak before of the palantir," he says, slowly opening the box to reveal the round, darkened orb. "It is a tool I use to gain information, this you know. Unfortunately, I have little control over what it chooses to show me. Let's just say my latest session was a bit.. unsettling, to say the least." He sets the stone on the table, and puts the case back down on the ground, leaving it open. "Perhaps you should use it," he adds, his eyes locked on hers. "You may well see what I saw. Even if you don't you will surely learn much."

Nathi draws back slightly as he reaches for the chest, a step further as he places it on the table. Watching him suspiciously, she nods ... then freezes, her eyes narrowing, jaw clenching tightly. Like what Caville showed me. When I watched Devon having dinner with that woman. Only he said it was dangerous ... doesn't look the same, though ... She looks over the dark orb with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Looking back at him, she shivers in spite of her anger. "So. A vision, you say. And this ... this was the reason you came back so soon, and in such a sociable mood? And what makes you think I could--" Nathicana pauses again, something tickling at her memory. Something more out of place in this already strange meeting. First, the fact that he had kept his anger in check, and accepted her rebukes. She had crossed the line several times thus far, and still, he sat there. Granted, he had been more amicable as time had gone on, and nothing like during the meeting just before the coup, but this went far beyond that. She was missing something, she knew. And his clothing ... she had never seen him wear black like that. Not in any waking hours, at least.

Her eyes grow uncertain as she steps forward slowly. "How?" she asks simply, not trusting herself to say more.

Alkanphel gestures vaguely towards the stone. "Just touch it," he instructs quietly, momentarily closing his eyes. He opened them to gaze at her again as he spoke. "The rest will take care of itself. A palantir can at time be a dangerous tool, and often they have been known to...tamper with the psyche of its user."

"Tamper?" she asks, her voice catching as she nears the table, eyes flickering between the palantir and Alkanphel. Is it a trap? And do I dare pass this up?

Alkanphel nods solemnly. "Not likely in the sense you're thinking, but yes. Such problems are merely a result of what you see. At times, it will show you things you don't want to see, and tell you things you may not want to know. The only assurance I have is it does not lie. It can tell the future, but these visions are generally the murkiest and they tend to be more vague--metaphorical and obscure in nature as opposed to the decidedly unsubtle and overt real-time visions, or those from the recent past."

Nathicana shakes her head slowly, her eyes drawn into the murky depths of the orb as she tentatively stretches out her hand, halting just short of touching it. "So you're saying there are no guarantees, no way to control what I see, and that there is always the possibility it could drive me mad?" she asks, moving her hand around the globe, still careful not to touch.

The maia chuckles humorlessly. "It won't drive you mad, this I know. Your will is too strong. You may be unsettled by your findings, but they should be very informative."

"I have been 'unsettled' by things before," she murmurs, slowly letting her hand sink onto the perfect smoothness of the dark orb, her thoughts focused on Alkanphel, and one question.

Why?

Dread Lady Nathicana

23-07-2004, 09:36

Slowly, the murky black clouds of the palantir begin to swirl and eddy. Before long the orb looks as if it contains a torrent of violent weather until suddenly, the clouds seem to dissipate and eventually vanish, offering Nathi a clear view of the glowing orange center of the orb. Shadows form within the orb, eventually giving way to clearer, crisper manifestation of a dark haired man hunched over a bathroom sink. The wall behind him is cracked slightly, and rain can be seen falling softly on the nearby windowsill. The lights flicker off and on. During one of the brief flashes of light that punctuates this phenomenon, Alkanphel takes the place of the dark haired man, his expression identical: wracked with inner pain and self-doubt.

She shakes her head, frowning as she watches the scene play out. He changed. He said it does not lie, but how could he be both at once? And why does he look so tormented?

The flickering lights give it a more surreal feel than even the experience with Caville, and she finds herself leaning closer towards the dark orb, trying to see more. The lights flicker again. This time, the man's countenace does not change, but Nathi sees herself in one of the flashes, standing behind the man. Her image begins to turn away, but vanishes the next time the lights flicker off and on. The man closes his eyes tight and winces. The mirror shows a brief segment of the earlier fight in Devras. It's that kind of reaction that got you here in the first place,' a familiar voice reminds him.

Seeing herself, she gasps softly, soon forgotten as the brief glimpse of the two men trying to kill each other brings her other hand to the globe, holding it tightly with white knuckles.

The lights flicker again, and during another one of the flashes the man has sent his fist through the wall. Oddly, the wall is repaired with the next flash, and the man stares stoically at his reflection once more. 'If only she knew.'

If only she knew what? Does he mean me? What did he see that ... sweet Jesus, the blood ...

As if in stop motion, the man turns his back to the mirror, which now shows an unmistakable image of the angered Maia slaughtering many Uruk-Hai in Utumno. He turns in disgust and flips off the light. As the light in the room dies, the image in the mirror begins to fade. When she next beholds the man, he has taken on his usual, more immediately recognizable form, donning the blackened suit he's wearing now.

As the vision seems to blend with the here and now, she reluctantly draws back, letting her hands slide from the palantir as she moves, not really wanting to let it go. Still frowning deeply, she sits down in the closest chair at the table, not looking at the maia, her eyes still on the smooth orb in front of her.

What has changed? The first change was when he learned of the little one, or so he says. Quite adamant about it all. He's been different ever since. And since our last meeting ... what? She goes over the events of the past couple weeks in her mind, searching for a different answer than the one that readily makes itself available. He knows. He saw, and he came here to finish his rival. Not for the alliance, not for the war, but for himself. Because of me.

Nathicana shivers, looking finally to Alkanphel, seeing clearly that aside from his grim demeanor he looks the same as he had in that dream, the one that hadn't seemed to make any sense. The one where she, and he had ...

"Oh Christ, you can't be serious," she says softly.

Melkor Unchained

23-07-2004, 09:42

Alkanphel draws in a deep breath rests his chin on his knuckles. Some time passes before he responds. "What did you see?" he asks quietly.

"Why did you come here?" she counters, not dropping her gaze.

The maia sighs heavily and frowns. "I traveled here before my rage had passed, in haste and bad judgement. Despite the earlier ban Lord Melkor had recently placed on my transit here, he told me I could leave after I informed him of my last vision. Ultimately, I came here to.." He draws his jaw. "I think you already have a good idea. I won't lie to you anymore Nathi, I came here to finish him. I could no longer contain my rage."

Alkanphel slumps in his chair a bit. "These have been trying times. I'd like to think that the experience has taught me something, but I'm afraid this is a lesson learned in time." He fixes her with a steady gaze. "What did you see? The nature of your question indicates we did not share the same vision, for if you saw it, you would know this instantly."

Nathicana shakes her head slowly, keeping her eyes on him with a guarded expression. "No," she says thoughtfully. "No, I think that is mine to keep. So you admit you came here with murder on your mind. And your Lord Melkor approved of it, after an earlier ban? Why a ban, Alkanphel? What had you done or not done here that so displeased him? Have I been mislead in thinking things had been going smoothly? Or is he afraid of things taking a more personal turn?"

He nods at her last comment. "I... we had something of a disagreement upon my return. I was told to stay in the Five Kingdoms until I 'got my priorities straight,' which obviously wasn't the case," he says in a dry tone. "But what other answer could I give," he asks, his gaze dropping. "You'd see through any such rouse instantly. The nature of the attack speaks pretty strongly for itself."

"So I gather. No wonder you got so testy when I suggested you do the same. The fact that he would change his mind tells me much," she replies, eyes narrowed. "And yes, yes it does. So you want to kill the Emperor. The leader you have so long accused as being the source of all your woes, as misguided as that assumption is. The man I have recently agreed to marry. I'm sure you'll understand if I take exception to this course of action." She lets it out without even batting an eye, waiting to see his reaction, feeling certain she's hit the mark.

Alkanphel says nothing. He nods slightly, and sits there staring at the edge of the table. His shoulders are slumped and his arms dangling at his sides. His gaze remains fixed and save for a slight tightening around his eyes, he remains both utterly silent and completely motionless. His expression is unreadable. "Of course," he forces himself to reply at length, still unmoving. His jaw tightens slightly. "If you wish I can make arrangements to delegate another emissary to Devras, if you're still even interested in resuming our dealings. I.. I'm not sure if I can trust myself to do this anymore, especially given recent happenings. I'm surprised you'll still even speak to me, frankly," he says, still frowning mightily. "Perhaps Melkor was right... I'm getting far too involved.. too.." he searches for the right words. "Carried away."

Nathicana watches him closely, unsure of quite how to feel seeing him so utterly ... broken. This was not the proud, dangerous warlord she had met what seemed ages ago. Not to her, at least. It felt strange, watching him like this. She had been terrified the first time they had met, and now ...

"Perhaps for now, a different emissary would be for the best, as I have no intentions of all my hard work going to waste. I told you I was serious about repairing relations. I meant that. If you cannot handle yourself in that capacity, it is only right that you relinquish the position." She says it more gently than she had intended, continuing to watch the play of emotions on his face. "As for carried away, for once, why don't you speak plainly and tell me exactly what it is you would have me do, and what it is you want here, boy. No more evading."

He raises his head slightly, and looks at her with an almost panicked expression. "I really have no idea, Nathi." Shifting slightly in his seat, his brows lower. "I can't rightly ask you to do anything but steer your own course." He rests his elbows on the table and rubs his temples. "I suppose anymore I just want you to be happy. At first I couldn't accept that this would so directly contravene my own wishes, but when I saw the look on your face that day, I finally realized..." he trails off, dropping his gaze again. "That it was never meant to be. I left the scene in haste because I could not bear the thought, but I've come to peace with it." He closes his eyes again and draws his jaw. "I took it all too seriously. I had quite clearly overestimated your feelings for me, if any ever existed in the first place."

Nathi eases back in her chair a bit, propping up one elbow against the table and resting her hand tiredly against her temple. "Why, God, why do I always have to catch the interest of utter fools?" she murmurs to herself, sighing resignedly.

Dread Lady Nathicana

23-07-2004, 09:56

"You understand nothing, Alkanphel. Nor, I think, despite the common ground we have surprisingly found, do you know me. The last relationship I rushed into was a bittersweet mistake. It was naive on my part to think I could be someone I wasn't, that I could live up to the image that dear boy had of me. It was the one time I let myself get 'carried away' as you say, and when it was all over ... for a while, I didn't think I could go on."

Nathicana glances again at the palantir, her brow furrowing further. "I ... think I understand. But do you at all, I wonder? The only thing that has changed as opposed to those last few months is this," she says, looking down at her ring with a thoughtful expression, running the tip of one finger along the band slowly. "Before that you didn't care, or if you did, you never let it show."

"Dev and I, our relationship is ... complex. And simple, all at once. I was content to go on as we had been, simply his unofficial consort, mother to whatever children came of it all, though that was something I admit I've never thought myself prepared for. He surprised the hell out of me with this ring," she admits, not seeming as confident as she was earlier. "I understand his reasons, of course. Legitimacy for the children, and to strengthen our respective rules, squash some of the more interesting rumors ..." she shrugs and sighs. "And you, Alkanphel, whom I have enjoyed myself with immensely, your company, your appreciation for the finer things, and yes, the more intimate moments as well. I suppose I was a fool myself for not thinking possessiveness would become an issue here."

The maia casts his gaze to the floor as she starts to speak, nodding silently about her conjectures concerning his relative lack of knowledge. "This much I know now is true," he admits. "I've never once claimed to understand this. I would be lying through my teeth if I said I did. In this, you are correct," he informs her. He shudders briefly as she brings out the ring, averting his eyes and drawing his jaw slightly. Any lingering doubts he may have had as to the clarity of his earlier vision were promptly dispelled. He makes a vexed noise, stirring in his seat again as his head finds its way to his palms.

Alkanphel holds his head off the table, palms pressed against his temples. His fixes the seeing stone with his gaze. "But I can't help but worry about what this means for my child, whom everyone seems to be conveniently forgetting about. How can I expect him to..."

He stops himself, noticing his fists are balled rather tightly, his body tense. Drawing in a deep breath, he deliberately changes course. "I was...unaware of the nature of your relationship with the man. That was another one of the many things I learned that day--the concept was pounded into my head at length during my brief stay in a local hotel in the New City as well," he says, unmoving. "We have some wildly different ideas of what constitutes a 'relationship,' it would seem." He lifts his head, still struggling with his emotions.

"I'm terribly old-fashioned in many senses. I've always bee--" he stops, and blinks a few times, his expression finally achieving neutrality. "I think I'm beginning to understand," he claims, looking once again to Nathi.

"Your child," she begins, then shakes her head. "Our child, is anything but forgotten. I spend equal time with both you know, whenever I can manage. I say 'children' and I mean children. Why I have been working so hard to change things here in the Dominion is for them, and if you must know, especially for the one. When we had discussed such things before, he and I, it was always in reference to his progeny, his Empire. The Dominion has not had a line of succession in over two hundred years. He will have his heirs. And now, so will I, without taking away from his choices in the least."

Nathicana rubs her forehead lightly, closing her eyes for a moment as she turns over his words in her mind, then nods slowly. "I have never denied you information, updates, news on your child. I do not see myself changing that approach now. I wish I could offer you assurances as to Dev in that regard, but this much I know. I had to finish growing up without a father. I would as soon deny my children the opportunity to have it differently as I would cut out my own heart. We've discussed some of the problems. You've now created more with this little ... outburst. I suppose we'll have to deal with it as best we can, for their sakes, if you can manage to behave."

The mention of the hotel brings a flicker of recognition to her eyes, but she says nothing on it. "We do indeed have different ideas, it seems. You claimed earlier to be a product of your environment? Welcome to the results of mine, though I have turned them to my advantage, and made them my choice. You wouldn't think to look at me that I was once a mild-mannered obedient little Catholic girl, would you?" she asks with a wry smile. His last comment however, gives her pause.

"Well then ... please explain," she says apprehensively.

"We've been operating on completely different wavelengths," he explains, spreading out his hands on the table as if stabilizing himself. "I think, like I said earlier, I lacked a clear understanding of the situation, but perhaps on more levels than I had originally thought."

Pursing his lips, he searched the ceiling thoughtfully, trying to pick out his next words. "Perhaps my overestimating of my standing was due in part to the rather outdated parameters I've been following concerning such relationships." He scratches the back of his neck and grins nervously. "Perhaps in your case at least, monogamy has become an outmoded concept." Slowly he shakes his head. "But it isn't for me." He pauses. "Though this may yet remain to be seen," he adds thoughtfully."

"I tried it. It didn't seem to work for me," she says dryly. "Though this does rather explain some. Your initial hesitation that first time, your change in approach soon after you learned of the bambinos. Thought to make a decent woman of me?" Her tone is amused, yet it doesn't carry to her eyes. "I think we've both reached some level of clarity here tonight."

Nathi lets the last part slide, betraying her interest with a slight twitch of her brow. "Still, we've other immediate problems to discuss. Namely, why I shouldn't finish you here and now for your crime - be it one of passion or no. Or, barring that, what proper punishment would suffice both to not offend your Master, and to soothe the nerves of my allies, especially the nation of Treznor."

She leans forward, her eyes growing hard, her tone carrying with it a chill promise. "While we're on the topic of clarity, let me assure you of this, however. The only reason we are sitting here discussing any of this with any level of politeness is that Devon, though injured, is doing quite well. Had the damage to him been debilitating or fatal ..." Nathicana pauses meaningfully, letting it sink in for a moment. Her smile is cold and confident, her gaze unwavering.

"Had that been the case, my dear Alkanphel, I would make sure that you screamed out your last while I wrenched the last of your life essence from your tortured frame with my own bare hands. I don't care what you are or are not. Are we perfectly clear on this point as well?"

Melkor Unchained

23-07-2004, 10:15

Alkanphel ponders her words for a moment, and nods solemnly. "Yes, I think we are," he answers. "It's rather regrettable that it took you wrenching me off Devon to realize that my love for you outweighs even my hatred for him," he says slowly, his tone reflecting the sadness in his eyes.

"But in submitting myself to this room, I've already accepted any punishment you should care to dole out. Don't ask me for counsel of my penance, for I fear I'm unfit to make that decision, especially with my mind being in the condition it is presently." He sighs heavily and looks around the room. "And while I do not doubt your willingness to have slain me for these deeds under the circumstances you described, I would venture to guess it wouldn't be much of a fight," he surmises thoughtfully. "I don't strike women."

Surely he didn't just ... I mean, he's ... and love? She tries not to let her surprise and puzzlement show, though seeing him like this again sends a slight shiver through her. Unfortunately, his last comment does strike a nerve, and her chin tilts up imperiously, one brow arching in challenge. Because I'm a woman he wouldn't? I ought to slap him for that right there, the bastard.

"I believe, that perhaps under the guise of 'diplomatic immunity' and perhaps 'drunk and disorderly' if we need, I could release you to your own land, with at least a temporary denial of visitation rights within our borders. Somehow I do not see Lord Melkor taking well to someone who is supposedly trying to improve relations eliminating his most valued servant. I will require as noted a new liaison to continue the process, however. Restitution will be made to the Emperor for damages incurred, and to the restaurant owner, and those victims from the incident, and a full apology issued," she finishes, her eyes still hard, though she fidgets in her chair. "My nation, my rules," she says clearly, though she doesn't seem pleased by it all.

Alkanphel stirs in his seat and clears his throat. "Yes, of course. All will happen in good time," he assures her with a slight bow of his head. "I'll do everything within my power to honor your wishes." He purses his lips. "Alright, I'll do the best I can to honor them from Utumno," he says with a slight shudder and a humorless laugh. "This restitution you speak of will be delivered within hours of my return to the Five Kingdoms: this I assure you. While Lord Melkor may not be willing to foot such a bill, I will," he explains, straightening up slightly.

"Fine and well," she says, her eyes narrowing slightly even as she nods approvingly. "But the apology will be prepared before you leave Devras. This much I insist on. I will at least, spare you the public humility of it by keeping it close, for now. I think at this point, it is in our mutual best interests."

He nods a bit. "Certainly. When did you want me to be leaving?"

"After you have had the opportunity to rest, eat, gather your thoughts, and record what I have asked. We are not barbarians here, after all. I will hold the camera myself, and handle the delivery. Damage is done, so far as there being far too many leaks over this incident to deny it completely, but in the interest of keeping things amicable, the official report will continue to be downplayed," she says casually.

Alkanphel chuckles slightly. "Indeed. Give me a day or so to compose my thoughts and string them together and such. I'm afraid if I were to make any attempt at this right now, I'd come up rather short. A shadow of my rage still exists, and it will take another couple of days to bleed off." He attempts a smile for the first time. "After that, we should be good to go."

"Understood. I believe it will take the Emperor a bit of time to recover as well, so there should be no conflicts. This much I believe I can grant you." Her eyes stray from him finally back to the dark orb still sitting upon the table. She reaches out a fingertip and idly traces her nail over its smooth exterior, her expression thoughtful. "What I have asked of you could hardly be thought of as 'penance' perse, in the strict sense of the word."

She draws back her hand, her eyes shifting back to him meaningfully. "I believe a bit of ... insurance would go a long ways in earning back your welcome here," she says softly.

Dread Lady Nathicana

23-07-2004, 10:23

Alkanphel raises a brow as a grin slowly spreads across his lips, noting her apparent interest in the device. "This is true," he concedes, bowing his head towards the orb. "If it eases your mind, I will be more than willing to leave my seeing stone in your care," he informs her. His expression hardens a bit. "I would encourage you not to use the stone, but I can tell you're dying to use it again already," he says with a slight chuckle.

"Nonetheless, this tool can and should only be used sparingly, for two reasons," he explains, holding up the appropriate number of fingers. "First and foremost is because Lord Melkor frequently uses his seeing stone in Angband, and you definitely don't want to see him in a vision."

"Secondly," he says, shifting in his seat. "Well, you saw what happened to me the last time I used it. Just be careful"

Nathicana feels a rush of satisfaction flow through her, despite the warnings, most of which she had already expected. The news that Melkor himself had such a toy as well, however, adds a sharp touch of fear to the sensation. "I ask for insurance, Alkanphel, not for some pretty bauble with the capacity to render me a babbling idiot, strong will or no. The fact that you will be bereft of it serves my purposes in a twofold manner. I keep my privacy, and you are not tempted into any more 'rash' actions. It is as simple as that," she says as nonchalantly as possible, though her eyes glitter, and the fingertips of the hand laying close to the palantir twitch slightly.

"If you please, return it to its case, and we shall consider it no more until the children are born. Then I will reassess the situation, and depending on how things go, will proceed from there."

Alkanphel nods slowly. "You should do well to learn, at this point, that seldom, if ever, in the course of history, has a palantir changed hands without an extensive military campaign preceding it. A seeing stone is not a tool the Five Kingdoms will suffer the absence of for very long," he explains carefully, then pauses. "In fact, now that I think about it, I may have a tough time leaving Angband alive for leaving it here..." he trails off, his face suddenly clouded with doubt.

He shakes his head quickly, snapping out of his reverie. "Nonetheless, it is your required token, and as I stated earlier, I would submit to any penance you wished. Just try and keep this under wraps. I don't want your allies to know I gave this to you, as it will undoubtedly prompt a flood of inquiries and unwanted requests for use."

"This stone I leave here with explicit assurances that it will be returned in due time, and it will be kept a secret from all others," he says, drawing his jaw. "If someone other than you should happen to use it, and Melkor finds out, I cannot be held accountable for the consequences. This is a very delicate situation."

Nathicana laughs softly, taking on a look of surprised indignation. "My dear man, what on earth would make you think I would give anyone other than myself such a possible advantage? Are you mad? I thought I had already explained that it was in our mutual best interests to keep this entire situation as quiet as possible." She pauses and smiles at him slyly. "I assure you, while in some areas I am all too willing to share, there are others where I am almost rabidly protective. You will find this is just such an area."

She ponders thoughtfully, one slender finger tapping lightly against her lips. "Do you and your Master confer often over these devices? If not, perhaps he need not know it is even away. It is but a few short months til the children are born, after all. Of course, if you think it best to take the honest approach, perhaps this is a good time to once again prove I am no enemy to the Imperium."

Alkanphel sighs heavily. "Well, he knows I took it with me, but probably isn't expecting me to leave it here. It wouldn't likely cross his mind to ask to see it, but the danger will exist of him finding out nonetheless, if you should use it and he should happen to be doing so at the same time. That would be very bad."

"As I said, it serves its purpose simply by resting in it's case in a vault at my villa - currently the safest place in the Dominion, if you must know," she says with a disarming smile, trying not to let the nagging sense of apprehension bother her overmuch.

The maia smiles amusedly and lowers his brows ever so slightly. "Oh come on. I know you well enough to guess that you'll use it at least once, for there are few that can resist the knowledge it grants." He winks. "But if you really think you can hold on to it and not use it, you're more than welcome to try."

"Perhaps," she says, giving him a sidelong glance, the corners of her mouth turning up in a sly smile. "Perhaps I will follow my nature, or perhaps I will surprise you. It seems you're willing to take the risk, either way." She nods towards the globe slightly, then looks back at him, appearing quite satisfied.

"Put it away, boy. Neither one of us had enough sleep last night, I think. You need yours, I've business to attend to and arrangements to make, then I'll need mine. Right after I tuck this safely away from any prying eyes, that is."

Alkanphel reaches for the box and sets it on the table, setting the stone back inside promptly with a troubled look. He flips the lid shut, and hesitates for a moment before finally engaging the latch. Sliding the container across the table, he winces. "This isn't easy, you know." Still, he nods solemnly. "But I'll do what I must, considering you've been far more... lenient than I had guessed." He grins slowly. "I wouldn't want to do anything to damage that," he adds with a wink.

Nathicana smiles brightly at him, her hands coming to rest lightly on the case, then wrapping around it protectively as she draws it closer. "But Alkanphel, my dear sweet boy, it would hardly be penance if it were easy, yes?" She brushes a stray lock of hair back from her face, looking very pleased indeed, and not bothering to hide it. "I think you'll find I can be a very surprising woman at times. I'm glad we've come to an understanding, at least."

His expression hardens as he beholds the box in her grip, his gaze lifting to meet hers after a time. "Yes, I suppose you're right," he admits, with another quick glance to the box. Slowly, he begins to stand for the first time in many hours. He snickers. "You look awfully pleased with yourself."

"Is there a reason I shouldn't be? We're all in relatively one piece, no lingering damage has been done, relatively, I have what I want, and I believe I can look forward to the future with a bit less trepidation. I may even sleep better at night," she replies, rising to her feet gracefully, not removing her hands from the case.

"Don't worry yourself. It couldn't possibly be in safer hands other than your own. I may be many things, Alkanphel, but I would like to think I'm not stupid. I shan't betray your trust. Now, get your rest, and don't bother the guards if you can avoid it. They're skittish as is after hearing about your display."

Alkanphel nods slowly and yawns mightily, stretching his hands over his head. "Of course, of course," he says, grinning slightly. "Though I'm sure being the first mortal woman in history to wrench a seeing stone from the clutches of an Ainu makes no know-how to you, right?" he winks again. "That's got to be part of it."

"The first, you say?" she asks with clearly feigned nonchalance. "How ... delicious." Her grin broadens, unmistakably wicked as she looks him over. "And how many would you say have brought a maia to his knees?" she asks slyly, shifting the case under one arm and reaching up with her free hand to ever so lightly brush her fingertips along his cheek.

He can't help but snicker. "Certainly not many," he conjectures. "Not many at all.." he says, trailing off, his brow now horribly arched.

Nathicana lets her fingers trace lightly down the line of his jaw to his chin, following further down along his neck, then chest before finally drawing her hand away just past his waist, her eyes never leaving his, and a secretive little smile playing across her lips. "Even better," she murmurs softly.

She turns to go then, pausing at the door and speaking over her shoulder. "When you are feeling up to it some time tomorrow, alert one of the guards. Have them contact me with the message that you are ready for our 'discussion' and I will make the time to get this unpleasant little apology out of the way. Until then, Alkanphel, ciao."

Alkanphel lifts his other brow and he opens his mouth to speak, snapping it shut an instant later as she turns away. "Farewell," he mutters, turning away with a wince. "I'll be in touch."

Melkor Unchained

27-07-2004, 22:29

Melkor scowled. He could see nothing of the Utumno stone, despite his best efforts. Only blackness, which was most unusual. He could contact it, but the stone was being covered. Furthermore, it didn't seem to be in it's usual location. He couldn't put a finger to it, but he could tell it wasn't in the Five Kingdoms.

The light died from the Angband stone as he drew his hand off it, resting his massive head on his palm. He mulled the possibilities. Had it been captured? Impossible. He hadn't been able to see anything from teh stone for several days now, and if it had been taken, such a transgression would have surely been reported to him by now. In fact, it had seemed the Stone was turning up only black right around the time Alkanphel had left for Devras.

His eyes narrowed. The Maia had to have taken the stone to Devras. But why? Was he going to let that Nathicana woman use it? His brows furrowed. He had been seeming lately to misplace his priorities. Perhaps he thought it would be an effective gesture. Perhaps it would work, but surely the woman would want it. Could he say no to her after what he had done? Would he?

The Dark Lord stirred, snorting in contempt as he reached his answer. He had orders to give. The playing field must be levelled.

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Melkor Unchained

27-07-2004, 22:48

Imperator Marshal Dash Hattori calmly strode through the corridor, his hands clasped behind his back, a sealed envelope dangling from his fingers. He always liked the Intelligence Ministry Compound: it's architecture, for some reason, was a lot sleeker and more refined that most of the brutish, twisted iron abominations that could be found in most of the other caverns. Minister Bavadra had good taste.

Finding his destination, he turns on his heels and punches in an access code on the small console in front of him. The door in front of him hisses open in short order, and he strides through. A group of techies look up from their terminals in awe-- it had been a long time since any of them had seen a Marshal. Soft whispers filled the room as the men nervously debated the reason for Hattori's presence. All eyes were fixed on him until he reched the desk of one Marcus Klien: a Dunlending intel grunt about so years out of the academy.

"Mister klien," says the Marshal in a flat tone, bringing the envelope around from behind him and waving tapping it on his hand. "I would very much like to speak with you," he says, starting to grin.

The nervous technician arches a brow. 'What did I do? he asks himself in a panic. 'I didn't do anything! Please not me, for the love of...' He stops. He finally meets the gaze of the Marshal, suddenly compelled to respond. "Yes, of course," he say sbreathlessly, rising to his feet. "Lead on."

The Easterling nods and leads Marcus out of the room. "You've been working in the Ministry for how long now? Eight years?"

Marcus nods. "Yes," he says, for lack of a better answer. He can almost hear his co-workers jabbering excitedly amongst themselves already. For now though, their collective gaze lingers on the two men as they walk up to the front of the room. They approach the door.

"Such a pity. It always pains us to lose good men." He stands aside, gesturing Marcus through the now open door. The Dunlending reluctantly steps through, his head hung.

Click

Dash Hattori
Imperial Marshal
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Melkor Unchained

27-07-2004, 23:19

Marcus stares nervously across the table to the Marshal, fidgeting with the cuff of his shirt underneath the table. "What did I do?"

Hattori grins. "You can relax, Master Klein. That was a rouse. While it's true that none of those men will ever see you again, we're not going to kill you. In fact, I rather think you'll enjoy this assignment."

Marcus narrows his eyes and leans forward, trying to discern the Marshal's motives. "Fuck all that. If you're going to purge me, purge me and be done with it. I've done enough goddamn work for this country, I figure I earn a straight fucking answer."

Hattori cracks a grin at this, giving a mock-wince as he leans back in his chair. "Come now, I'm serious." He tosses him the envelope. "Open it."

The man snatches up the envelope and tears it open, revewing its contents. His brows shot skyward.

Hattori clears his throat. "Ten thousand credits. It's a one time payment. Enough to get you up and on your feet." As if to punctuate the point, the Marshal stood, and began pacing. "We also need you to..." he pauses, and rising his hand to head height, opens his fist quickly, as if helping the words out of his mouth. "Reveal some information we've been holding close to our collective vests for some time. The necessary documents will be distributed to you upon your departure to.." he pauses. "Where do you want to live? Don't be shy--I know it can't be anywhere around here."

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Dread Lady Nathicana

28-07-2004, 06:37

She had to admit, there had been a certain ... satisfaction in taping Alkanphel's 'apology', regardless of the veiled comments concerning who dished what out best. Still, it bothered her on other levels to see someone she had once, admittedly, feared back down so easily to her demands. It was ... troubling. And it reminded her all too well of a situation not so long ago that ended in more than just tears. Stepping into the room, her hair pulled back into a delicate French braid than hung down her back, dressed in a rather militaristic ensemble of tight white riding pants, shiny knee-high black boots, and a black fitted jacket piped in crimson with decorative gold buttons. She even carried a simple riding crop tucked under her arm for effect. There was to be an inspection later, and she had an image to portray.

Glancing around, Nathicana calls out. "Alkanphel? You wished to see me before you left?"

Alkanphel walks into the foyer room promptly and manages a smile as he sees Nathi. "Hello, Lady Nathicana." He says slowly, bowing his head slightly. "How are things?"

Nathi arches a brow, looking him over for a moment. "They could be better, all things considered. I hope you have recovered sufficiently? Haven't chaffed too much in your rooms here? Been provided for well enough?"

He nods a bit. "Considering The alternative is likely a jail cell, I daresay I've found little to complain about," he admits. Looking her over, he shifts track. "Have you got a moment, or..." he trails off. "Were you on your way to something? I apologize if my request came at a bad time: I'm horribly unfamiliar with your usual schedule."

"Standard review later on," she replies casually. "I have time, or I'd not have come to begin with. Still, I can't help but wonder again. I'm not so naive as to think any jail cell, or comfortable room we have could hold you should you choose otherwise. Humoring me, or is this an honest attempt at complying for diplomacy's sake?"

Alkanphel smiles grimly. "At this point its more an issue of honor for me," he says. "I could easily flee, but make returning... rather difficult. Since I'd like to come back on good terms at some point down the road, however distant, I felt compelled to stay."

"Good answer," she murmurs, coming forward to sit down casually on a nearby sofa, and kick her feet up on the low table in front of it, her arms draped over the armrest and back of the comfortable seat. "So," she says, one brow arched inquisitively, waiting for him to say his piece.

The warlord walks around the small coffee table and seats himself next to her, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He stares ahead. "I think this whole ordeal has been rather hard on all of us, you most of all it would seem." He clasps his hands loosely and peers over his shoulder at her. "It hadn?t occurred to me that an attack on Devon was tantamount to an attack on your lifestyle, I..." he pauses. "Wasn't thinking." He sighs heavily. "I hope there's some way I can redeem myself," he says wistfully, looking ahead again, the expression on his face turning blank. "If there is, I can't see it yet. "

"Well, it's my experience you goddamn men seldom do think before haring off to do whatever it is your misguided sense of machismo demands," she says dryly, giving him a sidelong glance. "Were I a wise woman, I'd have nothing to do with the lot of you. My life would be infinitely more simple, guaranteed. You're damn right it's been difficult, though I suppose it's my fault for ever initiating things to begin with." Her brow furrows at that, thinking back to that evening at the office, doubt once again creeping into her eyes as she tries to recall just what it was that had compelled her to take a different track with the man.

"I'll be frank with you. Your attack on him was wrong on several points. It could be considered an act of war. It most likely violates the uneasy agreement our respective alliances have. Had he been killed, I could have been held responsible for it by his government. And by damn, Alkanphel, I love the boy and have been through entirely too much with him to let him go now." Her usual hard facade seems to waver, her jaw tightening for a moment. "You don't understand," she says quietly. "Not many do."

"This is true," he concedes, nodding slowly. "Though I think I'm beginning to understand. In my case it's likely to be a slow process, as I've had relatively few experiences concerning this most curious facet of human nature."

"I wish I could understand it better myself. You know, there was a time when I was trying my damndest to kill him myself. Seems like forever ago. Slick son of a bitch ended up faking his own death. Believe you me, once I caught word of him later, I was quite ... surprised," she replies with a soft chuckle. "Interesting the turns life takes us."

Alkanphel appears genuinely surprised to hear this. "Very interesting," he muses, unable to keep the hint of a smile from his lips. "Why would you try and kill him?"

"Ah, you truly don't know my history, do you?" Nathicana stretches, then relaxes back against the couch, still slumped casually with her feet up, wiggling her toes idly now and then. "Back in my days in the Intel Ministry, he was one of the agents under me. And, eventually, a lover. He was the only one of them who would stand up to me, you know. It was refreshing." The grin on her face seems to speak of more than that, but she moves on. "When I made my bid for power, he was one of the loose ends that needed tying up. It wasn't personal, he was simply too close." Nathicana shrugs idly, one foot rocking back and forth. "He got away. Wasn't enough left of the bodies for proper identification in the explosion, not a trace was found of the man, so ..."

The Maia arches a brow and grins slyly at Nathi, shifting his shoulders slightly to get a better view. "You trying to put me off?" he asks with a chuckle, relaxing just a bit. "Sounds very... shall we say, 'no-nonsense.' Then again, who could expect less from you?"

"Of course it's 'no-nonsense', boy. Pleasure is one thing, but business is another. In making a bid for power in the Dominion, mistakes are seldom forgiven. History has proven that time and again. We have for the past couple hundred years or so made an art of quiet coups - granted, some more publicly bloody than others, but these things happen." Her tone remains conversational, as if such things are the most mundane matters in the world to be discussing like this. "The title given me by those who survived ought to give you some idea of my methods, if nothing else, Alkanphel. I am not called Dread Lady simply for the sound of it. If you find yourself 'put off' by it, well ..." Nathi flashes him a mischievous smile. "Then so be it."

"Hey now, I never said it would be that easy," he reminds her with a stern look, which he quickly betrays with a grin. "But still, I suppose it makes sense," he says thoughtfully. "That was one of the qualities that drew me to you in the first place, you know. Too many people beat around the bush anymore. 'Free Elections' are little more than the 'Olympics of Banality,' where they exist." Alkanphel sighs and wrings his hands. "Still, I don't think you're likely to 'forget' my actions any time soon. I can only hope our time apart will be... productive," he finishes, for lack of a better word. "I know I've got my share of issues to deal with in that regard. It will take some time to sort out."

Nathicana accepts the compliment with a smile and a tilt of her head. "Well, at least it seems you are thinking things through again. And while I hope you manage to get some measure of your old fire back," she says meaningfully, "I also hope that we can continue to discuss things rationally." She pauses, biting her lower lip as she debates whether or not to continue, having already argued with herself on this for weeks. Months. "I cannot promise where things will lead, but so long as you remain civil, and can be trusted enough with the task, you have a daughter who will need your support."

Alkanphel 's gaze snaps back to Nathi as she finishes, unsure for a moment how to proceed. "A daughter?" he smiles again. "But how.." he pauses. "How will we manage to maintain a balance with Devon and his child? And how long will I be kept from here?"

"How I know is simple enough. The little ones are developed enough that such things can be discerned," she says with a soft, sad sort of smile. "I do not doubt that he will legally ensure that she will not ascend to the throne in Treznor. I see no problems with balance there. As for the rest," she spreads her hands and shrugs tiredly. "Only time will tell. I am uncertain about many things presently, especially on how they will be received by some. Others, I have faith enough in that I'm not as worried." She gestures to him as she continues. "As I said. Your involvement depends wholly on your own actions. I will not allow any risk to my children."

"Of course," he says, bowing his head to acknowledge her point. "I'll certainly be doing my part to ensure your interests there remain unharmed, if it's any consolation. I don't imagine it's very easy to trust me at this point, but it's all I can do to tell you," he says solemnly. Alkanphel shifts in his seat slightly. "Your comment about 'my involvement depending on my actions' is the part that troubles me. In light of recent.. altercations, what does this mean for me exactly?"

A brief expression of nervousness passes over his face, and he bites his lip. "That is to say, these were my actions, and so far the only consequence here that I can discern is yet another ban on my visitations to Devras. Is this to be all I'll suffer in this category? And if so, how long?" he asks, returning to the other unanswered question.

"It is only a matter of a few short months before they are 'born', so to speak," Nathi replies. "As I said before, that is when I will reassess the situation. I am certain a decision in your favor will create additional difficulties. I want to be certain you, as well as myself, are prepared to deal with them. Not to mention Devon. I need time." Nathi's shoulders slump a little as she thinks back over past discussions.

And there is the palantir. This is the edge I need. If I can just catch a glimpse of what the future might hold, perhaps ... perhaps then I can make the right decisions.

"Don't ask me why I'm even considering this, Alkanphel. My distant upbringing, perhaps. A belief you have rights as a father, regardless of the circumstances. The fear that if not you, she will have no one in that capacity ... I don't know," she finishes honestly, looking somewhat at a loss.

Alkanphel narrows his eyes. "Yes, this poses quite a problem. Devon isn't likely to be too... accepting of her. I don't know if I would in his position either, but suffice to say it places us in a rather precarious situation," he says, settling into the sofa fully. "I wish it was easier. I should have known what I was getting into," he adds with a resigned shake of his head.

She nods as he speaks, then looks over at him sharply at that last, one brow arched. "Should have known?" she asks, that familiar tingle of something she's missing in regards to this sending a shiver down her spine. "What do you mean?"

Alkanphel sighs. "Well, I never really did care for Devon in the first place. Logic dictates I would have had the sense to avoid involving myself with you in this capacity." He shrugs. "But, alas, this was not the case." He grins wryly. "Though, I don't suppose it's dawned on him that my..." he pauses, scanning the room idly as he searches for his words, "care for you is ultimately what saved his life." He arches a brow. "And I don't suppose he'd believe anyone if they told him your reactions here put me off any further plans I may have laid to harm him."

"For me," she says more than asks, a touch of incredulity in her voice as her eyes narrow slightly. She doesn't say anything further for a moment, though it's clear she's struggling with her response. "If you think that you can manipulate me by admitting your feelings," she begins, a conflict of emotions flickering across her face. Again she pauses, letting out a slow breath. "You aren't the only one who has ... difficulty with these sorts of 'situations'. I never saw myself getting married, even once, let alone being fool enough to do it twice. I never thought I would have children. I still am unsure of what to do about you, and this entire mess, but know this. Whatever else comes, I will put the children, and their future first. Both my children," she says meaningfully.

Nathicana pauses long enough for it to sink in, then her expression softens. "I hope those 'plans' of yours remain 'put off'," she says with a wry half-smile. "For all his faults, despite all the rest ... I don't know what I'd do without him. I understand vendetta, boy. It's in my blood. As such, regardless of reason, I thank you."

Alkanphel looks over to her and smiles tentatively. "I can't promise to change my feelings about the man, but I can promise to... well, to think. I should hope it actually works this time. I should hope the worst is behind us. I'll do what I can to keep it that way," he says, drawing in a beep breath. "And yes, I shouldn't expect you to treat his child any better than mine, or vice versa. I should hope that their safety is a paramount concern."

"I want them to have better than I did," she says softly, carefully settling into a neutral expression, hiding the emotions that went with the memories. "I never had siblings, that I know of, and my parents were both taken away at a young age. I am a bit surprised, but glad you agree. You men can dislike each other all you want. I'll be damned if I'll let any petty bickering drive apart my bambinos." Nathi stretches, taking her feet from the table and slowly stands, turning to face him. "Grazie, Alkanphel. Your support in this ... it means a lot to me. Say what they will, you are a more decent man than many I have had occasion to know. I am sorry I can't give you everything you want. I'm beginning to believe you deserve better. Still," she pauses holding out her hands to him. "We shall see what the future holds, yes?"

Alkanphel stands slowly and takes her hands, and pulling her to him gently, cranes his head downward slowly. "Perhaps in the future I'll learn to listen to myself," He chuckles softly in her ear. Drawing back slightly, he grins. "What was it I said? 'Perhaps it best to trust in the future rather than dwell in the past?'"

She shivers lightly at his whisper, nodding as she looks up at him when he draws back, her eyes searching. "I have learned the hard way over the years that trust comes hard bought, and seldom has it proved worth the price. As one of my childhood neighbors said, 'Trust in Allah, but tie up your camel.' It is not in my nature to trust implicitly. Time will tell." Nathicana hesitates for a brief moment, then slips her arms around his waist, leaning her cheek in against his chest. "Don't let me down."

"I won't," he says softly, shifting against her as he draws his arms around her shoulders. "I think I've learned a lot in the last few days," he says, absently staring into space again, remembering the hotel. He shudders slightly. " Quite a lot."

She tightens her arms around him in a slow hug, not saying anything for a moment, then draws back, clearing her throat. "Well then. You've a shuttle to board, and I've duties to attend to. I will ... keep in contact, so long as your Lord allows. I hope that actions taken here will not jeopardize your position or worse." She frowns at that. "If so, there are alternatives."

Alkanphel shudders again. "I fear it will prove impossible to keep the location of my Stone under wraps. He will not be pleased it is gone. I... I don't know what he's going to do to me." He shakes his head and attempts another smile. "But I'm sure I can elude him should his reaction prove... overly violent. I have enough sway to keep myself safe, at the very least. Believe me, this has been weighing heavily on me lately as well. These last few days.. " he winces. "I haven't been this bent out of shape since the Second Age."

"Perhaps ..." Nathi's frown deepens as she weighs several options, drawing back just out of reach. "I'll be frank with you, Alkanphel. I can ill afford to alienate Melkor. I have my children to think of." She begins to slowly pace, picking up the riding crop from where she'd dropped it earlier, tapping it lightly along her leg as she speaks. "Despite your abilities, such a confrontation may not be for the best. Perhaps a compromise?"

The Maia runs a hand through his hair and heaves a sigh. "Perhaps. I've got an interesting capacity for reasoning with the Dark Lord, at any rate. It depends on exactly what this 'compromise' entails. There are certain demands I am not prepared to accept."

"It entails you 'agreeing' to remain here under house arrest while we drown any appeals by your government in red tape. This is after all, a rather serious incident and breach of protocol," she say slyly, turning to face him. "Your position and the stone's here in the Dominion is thus in the clear, the absence of communication via palantir explained by a 'confiscated belongings, tagged and kept in secure storage, unmolested' statement which you can attest to, and in the meantime, you remain here, sans freedom, but in relative comfort."

Nathicana smiles like a chesshire cat, cocking her head to one side slightly. "What say you?"

Alkanphel arches a brow, and purses his lips, reaching up to stroke his chin. "An... interesting proposition, even if it flies in the face of your previous assertions that I should leave at once," he says, grinning mischievously. "Perhaps..." he trails off, his eyes narrowing as he regards the woman. "Perhaps I can live with this."

"Well, you do realize the flip side of this," she says slowly. "It will be more difficult for you to be here, knowing he is here, with me. I will increase security threefold or more to avoid any 'indiscretions' on his part, but it does leave you more vulnerable." She lets that point slide, moving on to her other thoughts. "Not only that, word will spread. Can your pride survive intact? More importantly, will the support of the other warlords fall off on account? You, my boy, will need to put some serious spin on this if we are to manage it with minimal fallout. Hell, despite our talk of trust, for all I know, those reasons will be true enough," she finishes with a soft chuckle.

"My pride?" he asks with an almost incredulous laugh. "My pride suffers not from the scorn or envy of mortals," he reminds her with a grim but determined expression. "Not even the Warlords, and they know this. Althalon, at the very least, will understand. Pharros and Garrand perhaps less so, but there are levels of loss I'm prepared to accept. Besides, this way the punishment falls squarely where it belongs," he says, planting a tumb in his shoulder. "With me."

Nathicana nods thoughtfully, her smile mildly amused for some reason. "Next question then. Will he buy it? If you phrase your communication with him in such a way as to convince him you agree to this only to achieve your own ends, which is true enough we've established. Will he accept it, and work with us through diplomatic means, or best case scenario, simply not challenge the temporary imprisonment of his second?"

Alkanphel winks. "That's for me to deal with," he says flatly. "He's not an easy one to deal with, but I think I can hack it. Don't you worry about it. If his reaction is too severe, the rouse will be up and I'll be forced to return more than likely." He shrugs. "But hell, to him, a few years even is the blink of an eye. I can't see why he'd not be able to function for a short time without me." He pauses. "Well, without me at beck and call."

She looks at him with a touch of surprise. And perhaps, a touch more respect at seeing some backbone again. "It must ... chafe," she says carefully, "being a power unto yourself, more balanced and if I dare say, intelligent in your dealings, yet forced to bow and scrape to one such as he." Nathicana remains cautions of her words as she whets her lips and continues. "I've heard the regret in your voice when you've spoken of your homeland, Alkanphel. I can't help but think it would be a slightly different place were the leadership ... other than it is."

The Maia stares sternly at Nathi. "It's a tough, unforgiving place, yes, but such is often the price of power. I've lived in Utumno--in one incarnation or another-- for thousands of years now. I'm in a perfectly comfortable position, I should think." Alkanphel crosses his arms. "You're taking quite a risk in even raising the possibility to me, myself even moreso considering that I'm not laughing you out of the room and my master still has a seeing stone. It's treacherous talk."

Nathicana laughs softly with an idle shrug, seemingly unconcerned. "You're damn right it is. It is also a rather strong part of who we are here in the Dominion, how leadership has changed hands traditionally, so you'll pardon if I don't seem scandalized at the thought. It is the way of things, after all. Survival of the fittest. Rest easy, Alkanphel. It was an idle observation, nothing more." Still, she smiles mischievously, tapping her riding crop lightly in her hand. "However I can't help but observe that I myself haven't had to turn my nation into a desolate wasteland for power. Sometimes it isn't so much the price, as the management."

Alkanphel shakes his head, "True in a sense, I suppose: we all have our different methods. But if I didn't approve of his I wouldn't be where I am today," he says, slowly walking towards the window and gazing out. His hands clap behind his back as he looks out, his brows crease as he shakes his head slowly. "Last time he was overthrown it took an army of gods and demigods. I myself am only one. It's suicide."

"Aye, and had I not approved of my predecessor's methods, I'd not be where I am either," she says, walking over to stand next to him, her hands in front of her, riding crop held casually between them, "At the top." Nathicana simply looks out over the Piazza, taking in a slow, deep breath, and letting it out slowly as well. "Again, Alkanphel - don't let it trouble you. As I said, it was merely an idle observation."

He nods slowly and grins. "Of course," he says with a slight roll of his eyes. He shoots her a quick glance, and pulls her towards him by the shoulder, leaning his head down again, speaking to her yet still gazing out the window. "If that is an 'idle suggestion,' I'd hate to hear an 'active' one, he says softly, He shoots her another glance and winks, promptly returning his gaze to the surrounding landscape. The Maia stirs slightly, and drops his arm back to his side. "I'll bear it in mind."

She judiciously chooses not to pursue that line of thought, settling for a wry smile and a subtle shake of her head. "Dangerous thoughts," she murmurs, the hand closest to him sliding over to brush lightly against his thigh. "So," she begins, more firmly. "Assuming yon lord hasn't observed this entire conversation and is currently staging to take over my lands and hang me out to dry from the walls of Angband, shall we proceed?"

Alkanphel arches a brow and turns slightly, shifting his gaze back to Nathi. "Proceed...?" he begins. "I suppose."

"Indeed," she says, turning to face him as well. "If you have decided on this course, I've documents to have drawn up, your government to contact, and you, a Dark Lord to convince."

Dread Lady Nathicana

31-07-2004, 20:12

Alkanphel shifts his weight slightly, and bringing his arms from behind his back, he crosses them over his chest. "Indeed, this would appear to be the case. However, direct contact with Lord Melkor is impossible by means of any craft you possess," he says, leveling his gaze at Nathi. He holds up a finger. "Save one, recently acquired. Not only would it allow me to contact him, it may also afford us the illusion that I'm still in control of the stone, mitigating his reaction."

Nathi looks at him sharply, one brow arched. "Is that so?" Her eyes narrow, sliding the riding crop slowly through her hand, then lightly tapping it against the top of her boot. "Save that one, is it? I don't suppose the usual means would be acceptable to pass on to him, hmm?" After a moment more however, she nods. "I ... damn. The latter of course would be preferable. I suppose you want me to go fetch it then, eh?"

He nods slowly. "Yes. I only ask to use it once," he asserts. "You may be present if you like--he won't see you, and you won't see him."

Nathicana gives him a long, steady look. "Can he tell exactly where you are when you use it? Pinpoint, or is it more a general awareness of the area?"

"He'll know exactly where I am," answers the Maia without missing a beat. "There's no way around that."

"Then that cinches it. I'll have to bring it here. As you said, it needs to be solid. If this is what it takes to keep the peace I suppose, so be it. I have ... several reasons for not wanting to see you put in harms way, after all," she says with a wry smile. "This should only take a moment as I have it just across the way in my office. Under lock, guard and key, no fear."

Alkanphel idly rubs his jaw, and exhales sharply. "Of course," he answers flatly. "I won't be going anywhere," he adds with a wink.

"See that you don't, boy. I wouldn't put it past you to have ways to do just that quietly. I am having this suite watched more closely than you might think. Should there come a time when said suite contains one less maia than it should, believe you me, there will be hell to pay. This is not a threat, Alkanphel. It is a simple promise." She smiles pleasantly as she delivers the statement, then turns on her heels and walks towards the doors with a purpose, speaking as she goes. "If you don't mind, put some thought into the sort of missive I ought to send. I'm curious as to your insights, and how well my own match up."

The maia struggles to repress a smirk as she turns away, but nods slightly as she makes her request. "No problem. We'll go over it when you get back," he says, slowly following her towards the door. "I'm sure we'll be able to figure something out," he finishes with a slight nod.

Nathi looks back over her shoulder at the door, regarding him thoughtfully again, then opens the door and walks briskly down the hall, not looking back. Dangerous. Yes, but quite possibly necessary. Damn right I'll be there during. Perhaps I could learn something, pick something up ... perhaps.

Alkanphel closes the door and idly paces back towards the window, pausing once there to rest his chin on his fist and stare out, carefully analyzing the situation. After a time he retires to the sofa. "Feh. Women," he mutters, sinking into the cushions and clasping his hands loosely between his knees.

Some time later, she appears again, the case held firmly in her arms, looking less than pleased. "Of course these things wouldn't be a handy size, like something one could tuck in a pocket, or hide up a sleeve," she mutters in exasperation. Setting the case down on a nearby table, she gestures grandly with a mock bow. "There you are, Signore. Your crystal ball awaits."

Alkanphel places his hands on his knees and rises slowly to his feet, nodding in turn. "Ah, thank you Nathicana," he says, unable to suppress a smirk. Slowly, he walks over to the table and unlatches the case, gesturing for her to stand back as he pops open the lid. He furrows a brow as he pulls the device from the box, and scrutinizes it for a moment, as if re-orienting himself with it's design. He sets the stone on the table and rotates it ever so slightly, still peering at the orb intently. Then slowly, he rubs his hands together and draws his jaw, plucking his gloves off and placing his hands on the orb in short order.

Nathicana steps back to a respectable but curious distance, watching his every move as if cataloguing it away for later reference. Which of course, she is. She remains motionless, her eyes bright with excitement. Even her breathing shifting to the shallow even pace of one quietly avoiding detection. Pure force of habit.

The clouds within the stone swirl and eddy as they did before, but Nathi cannot discern what image lays therein. Alkanphel creases his brow, concentrating intently as his vision unfolds. Eventually, his knuckles turn white against the stone and he draws his jaw.

Melkor Unchained

31-07-2004, 20:13

Alkanphel peers through the murky, swirling darkness of the palantir, his fingers spreading slowly across the surface of the stone. His eyes locked onto the orb as Lord Melkor eventually appeared, leering back at him from deep within Angband. The Maia entered a trance--linking himself to his master via the stone. The stone did not transmit sound, but rather the two Ainur's voices echoed in each other's mind, in a manner identical to their speech.

"This ought to be good," rumbled the Dark Lord, staring at the Maia with equal parts anger and amusement.

Alkanphel narrows his eyes, cutting right to the chase. "As I'm sure you suspected, I returned to Devras to settle the score with Devon," he begins carefully, scrutinizing the Valar with his sharp blue eyes.

Melkor obliges with a slight nod. "Go on," he says simply, his expression unchanging.

"After a brief search, I confronted him the moment I laid eyes on him, at a restaurant in Devras. Needless to say, an altercation ensued. We fought a short bout, wherein Emperor Treznor made it apparent that there's more to him than meets the eye. I didn't figure him for much of a fighter, but he exhibited several remarkable displays of strength and stamina during the fight."

Melkor snorts. "Feh, he's still only human. what such displays did you observe?"

Alkanphel chuckles slightly, nodding in agreement. "What first perturbed me was the man's unnatural resilience. Raw physical strength is not my main virtue as a fighter, but it is as you know beyond the accepted limitations of the human race. I dealt him several blows that would kill a mortal man, of this I am certain." He grimaces. "Furthermore, the blows he managed to land were likewise inhuman. First, he manages to dislodge my shoulder," says the Maia, giving a cursory nod towards the allflicted joint. "Shortly afterward, he flung me into the road, whereupon I struck a passing car, killing the driver and I suspect the passengers of the car we struck. By now the spectacle had drawn quite a crowd."

The fallen Vala narrowed his eyes. "Did he defeat you?"

Alkanphel shook his head. "Not as such, no. I freed myself from the wreckage in short order, using a pipe from the car's undercarriage to finish the man." He closed his eyes and drew in a breath. "I almost had him, Melkor. He was this close," the Maia describes as his eyes fly open, holding his thumb and forefinger scant less than an inch apart. "I saw money change hands in the crowd. I had him beaten..." he trails off perhaps a bit whistfully.

The Dark Lord rested his head on his fist, regarding Alkanphel with dismay. "So you did not destroy him," he says, not bothering to make it a question. Beginning to perceive the mind of his High Warlord, Melkor narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

The Maia sighs, pausing for a moment to find the best way to phrase it. "I was, shall we say, removed from my foe by an airborne Dread Lady. At the time I was on my knees, carefully rearranging the structure of Emperor Treznor's skull. As such, my attention was focused on him, at least until the woman nearly took my head off. I did not perceive her approach, and was sent sprawling before I could finish my work."

Melkor shook his head. "Pity," he says simply, watching the Maia closely as he continued.

Alkanphel draws his jaw."It would seem that this instant was one of the most puzzling and torturous moments of my life," he says pointedly. "My anger was strong and my will was resolute, yet these factors were ultimately borne by forces of polar nature," he continues carefully. "These forces apparently chose to reveal themselves at this juncture," he admits gravely. "I have been lead after much thought to one absolute and undeniable truth, the very existence of which seems to betray my very nature. Any attempt to hide this truth from you will be in vain," he says, frowning deeply. "I've fallen in love with the Dread Lady."

Melkor stirred, and his countenance grew stern as he regarded the Maia intently. "I suspected such may be the case," he answers grimly. "Did I not mention this? Did I not warn against these pitfalls? Did we not agree that this wouldn't happen?"

Alkanphel's expression hardened. "I've only striven to adhere to the principles you've instilled in me. Alas, this power is beyond my capacity to subdue, and I fear it's beyond even yours, save death. The very existence of these feelings puzzles me immensely, and I am still only beginning to understand them myself."

The Dark Lord pushes his eyebrows together and slams a fist on the armrest of his throne. "Unacceptable!" he roars, his eyes burning. "Return to Angband with the palantir at once," he orders coldly, his grip on the armrest tightening.

The Maia's eyes flashed. "No," he begins firmly, grinding his jaw. "Leaving now would be a grave mistake," he asserts, lifting his chin slightly. "It works directly against both your best interests and mine, whether you choose to acknowledge my affections as valid or not. Not only would this move jeopardize my relationship with Nathicana, it would likely permanently distance us from my daughter. There are certain losses I'm prepared to accept, and then there are those I am not. This, obviously, falls into the latter category."

The Warlord clears his throat, his eyes never leaving Melkor's. He opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off by the Vala. "Why did you take the palantir to Devras?" he asks quickly, already fairly sure of the answer.

"Originally, I'm not entirely certain what compelled me to bring it," he admits, furrowing his brow. "I just had a feeling..." he trails off, trying to figure it out himself. With a little effort, he shook it off. "More than likely I brought the device in an attempt to justify my rage. I'm... less than certain this worked."

Melkor narrowed his eyes. "You let her use it."

Alkanphel appears slightly exasperated. "What choice did I have? It's not like she trusts me, Melkor." He snorts. "She's not stupid. Everything I say is taken with a grain of salt. Especially so since the attack," he explains. "Besides, emotions are at times easily manipulated. Under those circumstances, I can't imagine she would use the stone for any purpose but determining my motives. I'll always maintain that my feelings are genuine, and it was in this fashion I sought to prove it," he says with a shrug. "I deduced at the time that my words would lack the gravity of a vision. Furthermore, I suspected she wouldn't believe them. I've done what I can to repair the situation, but I have my doubts.

Melkor sits in silence for a moment, weighing his options. He found it more than slightly disturbing that the Maia was developing loyalties which could undermine his authority. He had a careful line to walk: as much as he didn't want to admit it, he needed Alkanphel. Alienating him could potentially be disastrous. If he was going to do anything to the Maia on account of his misplaced loyalties, there was no sense in expressing his displeasure now, where he could easily elude the Dark Lord's grasp. Furthermore, the Maia had been forthcoming with his information, and the Dark Lord did not beleive he was being lied to. Slowly, he nods. "Perhaps you have a point," he concedes grudgingly, stirring in his throne. "But one last thing must be touched upon," he says, lifting a finger.

The Warlord raised his brows. "Yes?"

"Don't be too trusting," he warns, gazing sternly at the Maia. "You can't allow her too much power over you. Do what you must, but never forget what you are, and what you stand for. From the sound of things, you've been pretty compliant, which is unsettling on a number of levels. If you continue down this road eventually she will learn that she can control you, and this would be most unfortunate," he warns, his expression hardening. "Today you've managed to summon from within yourself the ability, or at the very least, the will to defy me. Can you do the same to her?"

The Maia's face is coulded with doubt as he contemplates Melkor's words, and shifting his weight slightly he stirred, still in a contemplative silence. He stands this way breifly, nodding grudgingly after a time. "I think I understand," he claims. "Your words do little to comfort me, but such is surely not their purpose."

Silence lingers for a moment, and the Maia clears his throat. "I must be going," he says firmly. "There is much yet that needs to be done. I'll contact you again when I know when I'm coming back--at this point I dont know when that will be, but my absence from the Five Kingdoms shall not last overly long."

Melkor nods. "Very well."

Dread Lady Nathicana

31-07-2004, 20:25

Alkanphel shifts his weight to his other foot, taking on a contemplative expression. Then, he nods resolutely, and draws his hand from the stone. "It is done," he announces quietly, stepping back from the device and running a hand through his hair.

Nathicana looks at him questioningly, trying to read his reactions, unsure of what to make of it all. "As simple as that? If you would, tell me what transpired."

He nods. "Yes, it's a relatively simple process, and we don't mince words. He's...less than pleased, but grudgingly accepting of the situation, at least to me." Alkanphel reluctantly picks up the stone and places it carefully back in it's box, flipping the lid closed and latching it again. He attempts a smile. "I think I've convinced him it's for the best."

"For diplomacy's sake?" she says dryly. "You were thinking of something there at the end. Something came as a surprise, or ..."

Alkanphel chuckles slightly. "Perhaps," he answers, wandering back to the sofa. Sitting down, he draws his hand against his forehead and sighs. "As to the particulars of my vision..." he pauses, a wry grin spreading across his lips. "I think that is mine to keep," he finishes with a wink.

"Oh, I see your game, boy. I see," she says, walking over to sit down at the other end, again kicking her feet up casually. "Turn and turn about."

He turns towards her and smirks slightly, resting his arm across the top of the sofa. "Well of course," he says cheerfully. "Would you have it any other way?" he queries, shifting slightly in his seat. "Seems logical to me."

"Fine and well. But if we're to coordinate, I do need to make certain some points at least coincide," she replies in a dry tone. "Which of course, means you telling me at least the gist of what you told him."

"I told him essentially What you told me--that I'm staying here under 'house arrest' until further notice. I informed him I am still in control of the seeing stone, but had to keep it hidden for secrecy's sake," he answers with a nod, gesturing with his free hand. "Which was also my cover for having so little time. I had to put a spin on it, of course, to convince him it's in our mutual best interests." Alkanphel pauses. "He was... unaccepting at first. He bade me return to Angband with the palantir, but I changed his mind with relative ease, concerning his nature. I can't tell, unfortunately, whether or not he's simply playing me for a fool."

"Indeed," she says thoughtfully. "Playing the woman for all she's worth, no doubt. Letting her ease into a false sense of security and control. And he could very well be pulling the same with you. Something along those lines? How delightful." Nathi chuckles softly, looking over at him with a wry smile.

Alkanphel settles himself into the corner of the sofa, setting his other arm on the armrest. "Heh. I suppose. Dealing with the Dark Lord is a dicey business," he says with a smirk. "I'm sure you've got an inkling," he surmises flatly, looking her over with an approving nod. He purses his lips. "Still, Melkor is pretty much the sharpest Vala out there-fallen or no. He's not an easy one to fool. He could have conceivably seen right through the small half-truths I was telling him."

"One does not enter into dealings with the Imperium lightly, as you well know," she says in a casual tone, giving him a sidelong glance. "Nor does one take anything for granted while doing so. I wonder ..." She ponders thoughtful for a moment, then takes an unexpected track. "Is your Lord in the habit of sending personal missives, Alkanphel?"

The maia grins slowly and stirs again. "Not often. Very rarely, such as it were. I fear his missive to you is one of the only such personal messages he's ever sent," he says gravely. "I fear the Dark Lord has taken an... unnatural interest in the DLN and indeed yourself considering the situation."

"Ahhh, so you know about that," she says with a soft laugh, forcing down the chill she feels at his choice of words. Her voice grows more serious as she continues. "I thought as much when I read it. You seem concerned, my dear. All things considered, that can't possibly be a good thing."

Alkanphel smiles again, this time a bit more genuinely. "Aye, that I am. Suffice to say, I had some slightly different opinions than him in that regard. I didn't think it was a particularly good idea in light of the circumstances. Generally one does not take compliments from a Fallen Vala for face value."

"Or a 'fallen' maia?" she says with a quiet sort of smile, still watching him thoughtfully.

He throws his head back and laughs, freeing himself from the corner of the couch to lean forward slightly, smirking slightly. "You have a point. I was thinking you might realize that," he muses, fixing her again with his gaze. "But I tend to regard you as a rare exception," he admits. "Take my words as you will, whether you heed them or not has no bearing on the validity of my remarks," he says with a wink and a snicker. "I am not generally known to bow so easily to requisites made by mortal women either," he points out thoughtfully. "You're in a rather unique position."

Nathicana smirks, bringing one foot over to rest on the couch, her knee bent and leaning casually against the back cushions, the other shifting to rest on the floor as she settles more comfortably into her corner, arms resting along the side and back. "I take everyone with a grain of salt, boy, I don't care how charming they may seem."

Alkanphel doesn't take his gaze off the Dread Lady, and gently rests a hand on her knee, shaking it playfully. "Yes, indeed. Your reasoning is quite valid," he answers pointedly. "Your capacity for reason, coupled with your apparent ability to draw my affection is both admirable and puzzling. I've not yet met a woman who compares with you on either level," he admits, drawing back his hand to brush a strand of hair from his face. "There I go with the compliments," he points out with a sly grin. "Your choice whether to accept them or not."

She makes no move to shift away, her smile broadening. "Who said I had any problem accepting compliments, boy?" she asks slyly. "By all means, feel free to flatter me all you like. A lady likes to know why she's appreciated, whether it's utter bullshit or not. Just don't expect me to give you anything you want on account." Nathicana stretches slowly, well aware of how the motion accents some of her better assets and using it to her best advantage. She settles back against the corner of the couch, still grinning. "What I wouldn't give to get a look inside that mind of yours," she murmurs, half jokingly.

Alkanphel looks her over approvingly, stirring slightly as he leans forward a bit further, giving her a sidelong look. "I've already given you more insight in that department than you're likely to believe," he answers with a teasing look. "And besides," he continues with a sly grin, "I think you've already got some ideas about 'why you're appreciated.' Still, reinforcement never hurts," he finishes, settling back into the couch.

"Perhaps," she says, sitting forward to lean casually on her knee, watching him with an amused smile. "Regardless, lets hope this extended stay of yours serves to keep you out of trouble of one sort or another, giving or receiving, and at the same time, doesn't end with my ass in a sling on account. I'll do what I can to make sure your 'incarceration' doesn't chafe too badly. You will let me know if there are things you require, yes? Can't have it said my hospitality is sub-par, after all."

"Yes, of course," he says with a knowing grin, his knee absently bobbing up and down in rapid fashion. "You've been quite forgiving, by my estimation. I'll admit I was expecting the worst when I returned here from the New City, as I had spent the previous night torturing myself with the possible variances in your reaction. I must say, I'm pleasantly surprised, as staying here certainly has it's advantages, " he says with a wink.

"Think you got off easy, do you?" she murmurs softly, still smiling. "Interesting." Rising gracefully to her feet, she stretches again, keeping her eyes on him as she walks over to the case, taking it up under an arm again.

Alkanphel shrugs. "Well, truth be told, I really didn't know what to expect," he claims, his leg ceasing. He passes a hand through his air and sighs heavily. "I..." he shakes his head, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I still don't, I suppose," he finishes lamely, looking to the window, his brow furrowed.

Is it an act? she can't help but wonder, still amazed at how he seems to telegraph his emotions so often. Still, it would be in keeping with part of his nature, I suppose. The glimpse I saw, the fight. Unused to some of them in fact, not just in word? Or again, a carefully crafted facade? So far he has been as good as his word, save for that scene. He has been terribly supportive, regardless of how odd that still seems. So much power at his fingertips, and yet so conflicted. She frowns slightly, watching him, reminded sharply again of things she'd rather keep tucked away. So like him in some ways. And yet entirely different. God damn him for it.

"I think it's time I left. Inspection, you know," she says, straightening her jacket with one hand.

Alkanphel nods absently, still gazing out the window. Eventually, he turns his gaze back to her and stands, compulsively straightening out his suit. "Of course.." he answers with a nod, slowly walking to her. "I'll not keep you a moment longer," he says, perhaps a bit too wistfully. "We've all got our schedules. I hope to see you again before too long," he finishes, attempting a smile.

Nathicana extends her hand to the warlord slowly, quietly considering his reaction. Again, weighing and measuring. Questioning. "Ciao, then," she says simply. "Until later."

The maia delicately takes her hand, and leans downward to kiss it, looking back up to her a moment later with a slightly pained expression. "Indeed," he says in answer, bowing his head slightly. "Until later."

"Something wrong, my lord?" she asks, not releasing his hand.

He gives a grudging smile. "Nothing you should trouble yourself over," he asserts, squeezing her hand gently. "Suffice to say I greatly prefer the pleasure of your company to another bout of indefinite solitude," he admits with a shrug. "Nothing unusual."

Nathicana gives his a brief squeeze in return, then releases, stepping back slightly. "Perhaps not so 'off the hook' after all," she observes quietly. "As I said, if there is anything you require, let me know. And Alkanphel ... no holes in my walls." She turns to go, heading towards the door, not elaborating further.

Alkanphel nods silently, and stands unmoving beside the table, his face remaining expressionless. "I'll be seeing you, then," he says softly as she reaches the door, turning away an instant later, not waiting for an answer. Slowly, he stalks towards his bedroom.

Dread Lady Nathicana

02-08-2004, 11:04

(Some days later ...)

Treznor sits on the couch with a glass of fine wine in one hand, the Dread Lady Nathicana leaning against him with her legs tucked up underneath her. He strokes her long, raven locks as he thinks about when she cut them with a knife out of necessity.

Nathi takes a slow sip from her own glass, then rests her head against his shoulder, taking quiet comfort in just having him there, and whole. "You've been awfully quiet, Dev. Penny for your thoughts?"

"Hmm...was just thinking about your hair. I've always loved your hair, Red. How come you haven't dyed it again?"

"I ... well, it just never crossed my mind, really. I mean, it was a thing long past, and well ..." She turns her head slightly to look up at him. "You think I should?"

Treznor chuckles and sips his wine. "It's your hair. I just wondered why you stopped. You know I liked it red. I'm not going to complain if you don't."

"Just hadn't thought of it, really," she says, nestling a bit closer. "Besides, I had changed a lot of things then. I guess at the time it seemed natural to let the rest stay in the past."

"That's fine. I'm just practicing to be a dirty old men." He leans forward to kiss her neck gently.

Nathicana stretches her neck slowly, smiling at the kiss, offering him whatever access he wants that way. "You've never not been dirty, Dev. And I like it," she says warmly. "I'll think about it. Who knows - it might be fun."

Treznor nibbles gently at her earlobe. "It'd be a hell of a surprise to spring at the wedding, whenever we get around to that."

"I thought that was supposed to be 'something blue'," she teases, shivering slightly, her smile broadening. She sets her glass aside, then leans back in, one hand trailing lightly over his thigh. "We do need to get that going."

"First we've got to hammer out the legal details." It's his turn to shiver, and his strokes his fingertip up the inside of her arm. "Figure out the exact wording to make sure everybody understands I'm not maneuvering to take over the Dominion, and vice-versa. Which isn't to say you aren't welcome to share authority in my Empire with me, just that I know what a headache it would be."

Nathi sighs and nods. "Never the easy way," she murmurs softly. "Still, it is for the best to have all lines clear. You know me, Dev. The Dominion is all I want or need. Still, a provision in case of unforeseen circumstances wouldn't be amiss. At least temporary rule, a regency or the like. So many things to ponder that way, really."

Treznor puts his glass down and wraps his arms around her. "That's why we've got to get it in writing, and why there's no need to rush. Don't want to make anything more difficult than it has to be. I've only our best interests in mind, for both our people."

She unfolds one of her legs only to slide it around as she settles herself across his lap, facing him and wrapping him up in a gentle embrace. "We've both penned enough treaties and legal documents, I'm sure if we put our heads together we can manage this. Can have our people go over it to make sure we've not inadvertently biased anything. We both have our nation's best interests at heart, mi amore. And each other's."

"There you go. That's all the assurance I need. After that, it's just details." He pulls her close for a proper kiss.

Nathicana smiles, then kisses him softly as she nestles in closer. She pulls back after a moment to look at him curiously. "That's not all, is it?" she asks, her hands beginning a gentle massage of his shoulders.

Treznor smirks at her. "I thought I was supposed to be the expert at reading body language."

"Get used to it. I hear it's a skill wives pick up," she says, grinning broadly.

"Oh boy, I'm in trouble." He leans forward for another kiss, his hands doing something fairly distracting in the process.

"You," she says, kissing between words. "Are trouble. And you're avoiding." She doesn't make any moves to stop him however, adding some rather distracting actions of her own.

Treznor stops and surrenders to the inevitable. "It's just been bothering me, once I stopped to think about it. Why did he do it? Why did he impregnate you? I don't mean why he slept with you. That doesn't bother me so much. You could wake the dead, you vixen. I mean there's no way his child was an accident. You were already pregnant, or you wouldn't have had my child as well. He had to have done it deliberately, but to what purpose? And why leave my child alive? It doesn't make sense."

"I ..." Nathi pauses, clearly not having expected this line of thought. "I'm not sure I have answers yet," she finally says, frowning.

He raises an eyebrow. "You mean, you've kept him in Devras this whole time, and you still don't know what his game is? I'm disappointed, Red. You're slipping."

"It's more complicated than that, dammit," she says irritably. "I'm not so sure it's a game to him, Dev. Which reminds me. I've a tape for you, when you're willing to watch."

Treznor blinks. "A tape? A tape of what? And you're telling me he impregnated you at the same time I did because he wanted to express his true feelings for you? Damn, why didn't I think of that at the restaurant?"

Nathicana gives him a flat look. "I don't claim to understand what all goes on inside the head of a being who's walked this earth longer than my nation has been around, boy. What I do know is he seems more confused over his feelings than any damned teenager I've met." Her brow creases further though as she thinks back to that night at the office, and she shakes her head slightly. "I'm not saying it makes sense, just that the usual rules don't seem to apply here. Which is irritating to say the least. At any rate, it's a taped apology from him for the 'incident' at the restaurant."

Treznor ponders thoughtfully, watching her. "How do you feel about him?"

She arches a brow, shifting slightly in his lap. "Well, I can't deny he has his strong points," she admits, watching him closely. "He's not what you might expect, really. I find him intriguing, surprisingly cultured, and admittedly, there is that thrill of playing with fire there. Still, when it comes down to it, there is now a tie there, like it or not. As I can't read the future, I'm doing the best I can to get to know him with minimal fallout so I can better judge later. I've a feeling I'm going to need all the support I can get. Can't afford to burn bridges, and he does seem genuinely concerned about the child." Nathi pauses, feeling a bit of a chill. "Having second thoughts, Dev?"

He shakes his head firmly. "No. Wondering what's on your mind. You've been awfully defensive about him ever since we found out about the babies. It doesn't change my mind, just makes me wonder. I'm not questioning your loyalties. You have the right to be with whomever you wish, and marrying me won't change that. But you've gotten awfully close to someone who is awfully high ranked in a genocidal nation not known for sharing power. You'll have to forgive me for wondering."

"Already forgiven. I'm still wondering myself. You think I've been defensive of him? Gods, you should have seen ..." She pauses, and frowns slightly. "I take everything he says and weigh it, Dev. I don't trust him fully. I can't. If I could just see where this is all going, perhaps then I wouldn't be so cautious about it all. Of course I've gotten a bit close. How else am I going to be able to judge what to do about him, and the little one?"

Treznor looks her in the eye. "When he gives you a straight answer."

"I think he has. Why else do you think he's allowing this 'house arrest' business to go on? As if I could hold him if he wished otherwise. I've told him straight out how I feel about you, mi amore, that I have no intention of changing my plans. He's promised me he'll leave you alone. For me. Freely offered. Isn't that answer enough?" Whether it is or not, her expression says clear enough she'd like it to be. "I just need more time."

"Then why did he impregnate you, and leave our baby alive?"

Nathicana shakes her head, her brow furrowed with doubt. "I don't know." Yet. Not yet. Dammit, I need to use that thing. Too many things I need to know.

"Then he hasn't given you a straight answer. And to answer your other question no. I'm not going to watch the tape. Why don't you invite him to dinner tomorrow night?"

She stops mid-thought, looking at him in surprise. "You want me to what?"

"Invite him to dinner. He can make his apology in person, and I'll make him a peace offering. Land in Devonton for an embassy, full diplomatic rights. If I get his apology."

"Are you out of your goddamned mind, boy?" she asks incredulously.

Treznor raises his eyebrow again. "Why? You think I'm taking more of a risk than you are? At least this way, if they accept then we have clear lines of communication. They can ask before making assumptions, like taking over territory on Io."

"He's not tried to kill me," she says flatly. "And after all your efforts against the Imperium, and ... Christ, man, I'd been hoping my efforts would save your having to deal with all of that."

"If his apology is sincere, then I'm in no danger for my life. If it isn't, then why the hell are you still talking to him? As for my efforts against the Imperium, you know why I've done what I've done. I don't have anything against the Five Kingdoms personally, I just don't want to be subjugated by them. I'm willing to live and let live, and this is my peace offering. I'm not asking Alkanphel to move in with me."

"There's more than just him to worry about, dammit, and you know it. I've got a comfortable enough rapport there, and it would seem, the approval if not outright support of a good many of their leadership. You have no idea what I've done to solidify things there, take pressure off of you, spare you from having to deal with them at all, and now you want them in your back yard?" She let slide the sincerity argument, feeling none too certain herself. Not after catching a glimpse of the fight.

Treznor smiles and strokes her hair again. "And you've done an admirable job. You think I'm going to horn in on your action? That's not my intent, even if I thought it would work. They don't have to accept, but I would like to make the offer. They get to watch me from the inside to make sure I'm honest, and we both have clear lines of communication to avoid future misunderstandings. I'm very serious about it."

Nathicana looks at him, her nervous irritation soon melting into simple worry. "Oh Dev, be careful here," she says, lightly pressing back against his hand, watching him closely.

"I know what I'm doing. Even when I stretched my neck out too far, I made sure I had protection. Trust me, love. If you're serious about his apology, Alkanphel won't threaten me again. And even if the Five Kingdoms reject my offer, I'll still have made it, and it'll strengthen my position."

Nathi leans in and hugs him tightly. "I know. But I don't have to like it," she says resignedly. "Where do you want this dinner to take place?"

"I thought this would be a nice place for it, but if you're worried about collateral damage, I can invoke my partnership rights at the restaurant."

"No ... no, it will be fine. I've never invited him up here before," she says, shifting back and pondering for a moment, still frowning slightly.

"Your home, your call." He takes her hand and presses it to his lips.

Nathicana continues to watch him, clearly weighing and measuring. "I'll ask then."

"I promise I won't bait him. I'll be on my best behaviour. And I won't ask him about the baby, I'll leave that to you."

"I trust you, Dev," she says, leaving it at that as she mentally makes her own preparations for the ordeal. Then why so damn uncertain? This is going to be trouble. I just know it.

Melkor Unchained

03-08-2004, 22:38

It wasn't how she had intended to spend that portion of her afternoon. Questions from last night were still rather fresh in her mind, and again, as it always did when she stopped to think about it all, it bothered her. More than she liked to admit. Devon had been right of course, which irritated her even more. In spite of the pleasant company, the reassurances, the support, the affection, it did all come back to that one question.

Of course, as things sometimes happened, she found herself entertaining other thoughts as they sat and spoke of little things of no consequence, she, as usual, finding it nearly impossible not to flirt and tease. The man did make it so easy. Of course she could justify a bit of play, especially if it were all going to hit the fan later, which she fully expected to happen. Besides, such times when one's defenses are down, and the mind thinking other things was a perfect time for such questions, if one were going for gut reactions.

Alkanphel slides an arm around her shoulders and settles in at her side with a sigh. "Well, was it worth it?" he asks with a half smile, pulling the comforter up around them. She shifts position to keep close, nestling in a bit more. "I don't know, boy. Was it?" she replies with a grin, though everything about her seems quite content.

The warlord chuckles. "I'd say it was. Still with the 'boy' stuff though, I see," he adds with a wink, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the forehead. "You just aren't giving me the respect I deserve," he says jokingly.

Nathi arches a brow and grins wryly, her eyes full of mischief. "Oh, I think I've given you all the respect you deserve, boy. Contrary to popular belief, I don't fuck just anyone," she says, wriggling her brows briefly as she shifts against him comfortably.

He shifts his shoulders and glances back with a mischievous look of his own. "Oh, believe me," he starts with a laugh. "Neither do I."

"So you've implied," she says, smiling and stifling a little yawn as she nestles in a bit closer.
He grins again. "You should be flattered. You get to be picky. You've got a demigod on one hand and an Emperor on the other. Must be quite satisfying."

She stretches slightly, settling back in with a secretive little smile. "I find there are more satisfying things than ego-stroking, Alkanphel," she says with a meaningful look.

"But it's fun!" he snickers.

"So's this," she says, reaching around to give him a teasing pinch. Alkanphel lets out surprised yell and shifts against her slightly. "Hey now!"

"What, didn't see that coming, oh mighty Maia?" she says in a low voice, very mischievous grin turning up the corners of her lips.

"No, actually, I didn't," he answers sheepishly. "Besides, if I could tell the future..." he trails off, then gives a low whistle. "Whoo."

"Tell me about it," she says, relaxing back a bit into the bed, her expression turning thoughtful.
Alkanphel snickers. "I wish I could," he laments. "I wish I could. I used to have some measure of foresight, but that was a long time ago. Before I even came to Melkor's camp."

"Aye, but you have your pretty toy that you can use without much worry," she replies, then pauses. "Before? What was before?"

He squints at the ceiling. "There was a brief period during the Spring of Arda while I was still a spirit of Mandos. I didn't 'defect,' as it were, until some time later."

Nathicana arches a brow, looking over at him curiously. "Now, I won't claim to even begin to understand all the ins and outs and histories there. It's completely foreign to us. But from what I gather ... Interesting. What made you change allegiances, if you don't mind?"

Alkanphel sighs. "Well, you know, Melkor was quite different back then. It seemed to me that he was the first of the Ainur to actually strike out and think for himself. Granted, he stepped on a lot of toes in so doing, but I liked his style. It was interesting. Refreshing, even. Mandos just sort of rolled his eyes at me all the time and made vague comments."

"So you got bored and wanted more," she says thoughtfully. "And now?"

He stirs again, drawing her closer. "Now I'm content," he says with a grin. "Things have changed, yes, but I'm rather pleased with everything overall."

"Life is change," she says, her brow creasing slightly. "I don't suppose you ever think on how things would be different had you chosen otherwise?"

The Maia cants his head slightly, furrowing his brow in thought. "Not... not really.."

"No not really, or no I don't want to talk about it really?" she asks, watching him closely.
Alkanphel blinks, shifting his shoulders and resting on his side, facing her. "I never really thought about it," he says thoughtfully. "I always just sort of took it as destiny."

Nathicana snorts softly, her tone taking on a touch of heat. "Destiny? Frankly, I don't believe in it. We make our own, those who have the strength and will to do so. Destiny would have had me dead or working some worthless windowless office job the rest of my life, no doubt. Believing in some manifest destiny is bullshit."

Alkanphel grins. "Well, when you grow up with a guy like Mandos, he makes you think about that sort of thing. Some of the stuff he says.. whoo. Say what you will about destiny, but he seems to have a pretty good idea about what's up. Hell, he probably knew I was going to defect the whole time."

"Fat lot of good it did him then, the fool," she says dismissively. "So he knows how to spin things, how to get in your head. So what of it? Any good politician, prophet, or half-rate 'seer' can do the same with practice."

He chuckles at that. "I suppose you're right ... perhaps I've been thinking this in the back of my mind the whole time," he says thoughtfully. "May have been the reason I turned from him in the first place. Perhaps the lingering sense of 'destiny' is just a vestige of my days in his service."

"I've noticed you have a healthy respect for tradition and the mystic," she says, looking over at him with a little smile. "You've done well enough for yourself. If one can live with few regrets, I'd say they're doing it right. Still, I'm curious. You say you could see things once, but no more? Price of leaving his service?"

Alkanphel nods slightly. "This would seem to be the case," he answers flatly. "Mandos doesn't like Melkor that much," he adds with a snicker. "That's part of the reason why none of his servants get sent back when they die. Most Maia do."

"What do you mean, 'sent back'?" she asks, eyes narrowing slightly, confused.

"Well, when Maiar cease, they're sent to the Halls of Mandos for judgement. Most of them are just sent back to this plane and allowed a continued existence. Spirits such as myself, however, do not. Once I'm gone, it's over."

Nathicana clearly doesn't understand quite what that all means, and her brow furrows further. "I rather thought death was final for most folks. Why the difference?"

"Well, like I said before, we're essentially demigods. We have certain... gifts that mortals do not. With these gifts, obviously, comes a new set of standards."

Nathicana looks ... skeptical, unsurprisingly. Still, she judiciously keeps some of those thoughts to herself. "And along with this 'new set', one is granted a 'get out of death free' card, save those no longer playing for the home team?"

The warlord shrugs. "Pretty much. At least, that's been my understanding of it. As you can imagine, I have little or no firsthand knowledge of this. We didn't have that many Maia dropping off the face of the planet during the Spring," he says thoughtfully, settling back into the bed. "And to be honest, I'd prefer to avoid Mandos where possible."

"Not an amicable leave-taking, I would imagine," she says thoughtfully. "You'll pardon if it's a lot to take in all at once, yes?"

He smiles softly and ruffles her hair a bit. "Oh of course," he says. "You are only human, after all," he adds teasingly. "But believe it or not, there was actually a point in history where this was common knowledge. Nowadays I'd wager you couldn't round up ten people who know what an 'Ainu' is."

Nathicana makes as if to snap at his hand, teeth flashing teasingly. "Not any history my people are familiar with," she says with an arch little smile. "When reality broke, all manner of things went swirly. At least give me a bit of credit for trying to learn a bit about yourselves and the Menelmacari a while back. I may not be sure what to think of a good lot of it, but there you have it."

"True, true," he says with a nod. "Got to give credit where credit's due," he muses, idly stroking her with the hand she'd nipped at. "The Elves are a tricky bunch to comprehend. I've been barking up that tree now for a good few millennia."

"Not so difficult. They are in it for themselves, just like most of the rest of us. At least, those of us willing to admit it," she says with a slight shrug, using the motion to nestle a bit closer.

Alkanphel nods. "Well, yes, this much is evident. Any logical being would be in it for themselves," he says with a srug of his own. "But apparently Melkor is looking for a more explicit definition. I suppose he's always sort of wondered why Elves are so hard to turn. Probably just have better willpower."

Nathi arches a brow slightly. "Meaning we humans are lacking? I hardly think that's the case," she says with a derisive little sniff. "Frankly, I don't see why you all just can't put your differences aside and at least try to coexist. God knows there's several groups out there I wouldn't mind seeing go the way of the dodo, but Christ. Surely that's an old dry bone to be gnawing on by now."

"Oh, don't take it so personal," he says with a laugh. "I meant as a race. Collectively, if you will. They as a race seldom decide to destroy each other, for instance, whereas humans do it all the time. And to be honest, there are in fact several groups that Melkor has come to dislike nearly as much as the Elves. Recent transgressions versus long-past ones perhaps. Though he's never forgiven them for sending him to the Void."

"Aye, it was Melkor I was referring to there, as it's his whims you're required to follow," she says, nodding slightly. "Besides, I know damn well I've seen elves against elves. They're not so above it all as they'd like to think. As for grudges, well ... perhaps best not to dwell on that so much right now."

Alkanphel laughs again. "Yes, you may be right," he answers with a wink, leaning over to kiss her again. "In fact, you probably are. As usual."

Nathicana flashes him a wry smile after the kiss. "Now I know you're humoring me, boy. Why the continued effort? After all, you've gotten the sex." One brow quirks up challengingly, her grin not fading.

He reaches up with his other hand and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, tracing his hand slowly down the curve of her neck as he answers. "Well maybe I want to keep getting it," he says with a grin of his own, lifting a brow. "Besides, I thought we'd been over this already. I like you."

She smiles in return, growing quiet again, and thoughtful, looking as though she's wanting to ask something, but not. Alkanphel arches a brow, his grin never fading. "Oh, now don't do this to me. Out with it."

"Why the baby, Alkanphel? And why first, and when dealings were looking so tense?" she asks simply, her eyes locked on his. "I've done the math. It can't have been a simple accident, unless there are things about your makeup I really don't understand."

The Maia yawns, seemingly not bothered by the question. "You want the truth?" he asks, not waiting for an answer. "To be terribly honest, it was Melkor's idea. He thought it would be a good way to get back at Devon. Naturally, I approved of this plan for reasons now evident to both of us. Under the circumstances, however, I'm not interested in the child fulfilling Melkor's agenda, since falling in love wasn't part of the plan anyway." He shrugs. "It's a difficult truth, but it's likely the conclusion both of you were bound to reach anyway. No amount of maneuvering on my part could ever undo that apprehension."

Nathicana is very quiet, and very still for some time, the answer not being so much unexpected as unwanted. She finds she can't bring herself to ask the rest, thinking she knows well enough the answers. "I thank you for being honest," she says in a carefully neutral voice, all the warnings and insistent arguments Devon had offered up over the months seeming rather loud in her ears.

She slowly disentangles herself, sliding over to the edge of the bed, and swinging her legs over, sitting there for a moment as she gathers her thoughts. Well, I wanted to know. We had discussed the possibility from the start. "I hope you have an appropriate ensemble to wear tonight," she says in an overly casual voice, still not facing him.

Alkanphel arches a brow, cocking his head to one side. "What for?" he asks, sitting up himself. "You actually letting me out of here?"

"For the evening. Dinner, at the villa."

He lifts the other brow. "Oh? How interesting. To what do I owe this honor?"

She turns then, looking at him speculatively. "Devon requested I ask you," she says, not blinking, watching his reaction closely.

He doesn't bother to lower his eyebrows. He opens his mouth, then shuts it promptly, his eyes searching Nathi's face. "He ... he did? What on earth for?"

Nathicana keeps her expression neutral, a maneuver he's likely very familiar with from their experiences across the negotiating table. "You can discus that with him over dinner," she says simply. "I'll send a car. Seven-thirty, sharp. Dinner at eight."

The Maia blinks a few times, scooting to the edge of the bed himself. "Okay," he offers tentatively. "I'll be ready."

"Excellent," she says, a smile turning up the corners of her lips, yet somehow failing to meet her eyes. "Well then, I'll leave you to it. I've preparations of my own, after all." She gets to her feet, walking back towards the balcony to gather her things without looking back.

Alkanphel runs a hand through his hair and heaves a sigh, flopping back down on the bed. Looking to the door, his expression hardens. "I'm sorry..." he says softly, perhaps only to himself.

Nathicana quickly slips into her things, nodding to herself as her augmented ears pick up the quiet words. "You're sorry, I'm sorry, we're all sorry," she mutters, cursing quietly as she fumbles with a button. Straightening her shirt and running her fingers through her hair, she walks back to the door, peeking in. "Don't be late," she says. "And please, for my sake if nothing else, be civil."

"How would I be 'late?'" he asks with a short laugh, suddenly reminded that he has belongings on the balcony as well. Getting up slowly, he holds up his hands, his palms held outward. "Okay, okay, I know what you mean. I promise I'll be on my best behavior. I'll keep the haymakers out of this one."

She nods, pausing, then simply nods again. "I did mean for the car. At any rate, yes, thank you. I'd rather not have to pay out for renovations again this year if you don't mind. It should be interesting if nothing else. I'll see you tonight."

Alkanphel nods wordlessly and stands, making his way back out to the balcony. "Indeed. I'll be interested to see how it turns out as well. Certainly an odd request..."

"Perhaps not so odd," she says, turning to leave. "Ciao."

He nods and waves absently. "Be seeing you," he says simply, heading out the opposite direction, onto the balcony.

Dread Lady Nathicana

04-08-2004, 04:55

Treznor stands in a corner with a glass of amber liquid, pulling at the collar of his black-and-silver semiformal shirt. Nathi comes down the stairs, brushing a stray lock of hair back from her face, wearing a simple black dress, long and worn off the shoulders. "I hope you know what you're doing, Dev."

A knock is heard from the front door shortly later the Maia appears on the porch, clasping his hands behind his back as he waits to be shown in.

Gianni gets up from where he's been sitting quietly, looking over a datapad. He opens the door, and bows shortly, showing Alkanphel in. "Signore, if you would come this way." Treznor winks at Nathicana and gives her one of his half-grins as Gianni lets in the guest.

Alkanphel bows his head. "Yes of course," he says, following the man through the foyer, surveying his surroundings.

The Emperor sets his glass down, glances at Nathicana quickly, then inclines his head slightly when Alkanphel enters the room. "Good evening. I'm pleased you decided to join us."

Nathi walks over to the table, laying one hand on the back of a chair, smoothing her dress idly with the other. She nods to Alkanphel as Gianni shows him over, then bows, leaving to head to the kitchen. "Please, make yourselves comfortable," Nathi says, gesturing to the table.

The Maia narrows his eyes just a bit, his hands falling to his sides. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," he claims, making his way towards the table.

Treznor gestures toward the wet bar. "Can I get you something? Nath keeps a stock of very good scotch on top of her usual collection of wines."

The woman casually pours herself a glass of ice water from the pitcher already on the table. Several plates of antipasta have already been laid out as an appetizer for the dinner to come, along with place settings and glasses. She watches the two carefully as she takes her seat at the head of the table, saying nothing for the moment.

Alkanphel shakes his head and offers a smile. "That will be quite alright, Devon. I'm not of a mood to be drinking tonight, at any rate." He sits down, surveying the table. "I seldom am."

Treznor shrugs and carries his glass with him to the table. He takes a seat on Nathicana's right and sips it.

<LOS Communications - Nathicana>
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<< I do believe he's at least as uncomfortable as I am.

>> Wouldn’t know it to look at you.

The warlord glances back and forth between the two of them, his chin lowered slightly. Quickly he pulls off his gloves and tucks them into his jacket pocket. "Why am I here?" he asks flatly.

Treznor raises an eyebrow. "To have dinner. It's considered polite."

<< That’s because I’ve had practice, dear. [wink analog]

"Please, help yourself. Dominic has is a true talent when it comes to culinary arts." Nathi takes up one of the prosciutto-wrapped melon slices and pauses before taking a bite. "It won't kill you."

Alkanphel stirs slightly, clearing his throat. "Indeed it is. Why now do we resort to such formalities?"

>> Remind me to hurt you later for this.

<< Yes, dear. I’ve polished the knives for you like a good boy.

"I thought you said you were teaching him to be civilized, Nath." Treznor sets his glass down and looks directly at Alkanphel. "Because in the Dominion, it's polite to settle business over dinner. Obviously, we have business, and we're here to settle some of it. So dig in; I've been trying to steal Nathicana's cook for years."

Nathicana gives Alkanphel a steady look, a clear warning in her eyes. At Devon's comment, she shifts the look to him, eyes narrowing slightly. She lightly clears her throat, then looks back at Alkanphel with a careful smile. "Please."

>> I’ll show you ‘civilized’, boy.

<< There's more to diplomacy than just smiling and nodding, dear.

Alkanphel can't help but grin at the last, but doesn't let it slide. "So I've observed," he starts, pouring himself a glass of water, taking up his fork in turn. "But we've had 'business' for quite some time. And have but twice met face to face," he says, sampling some of the antipasti. "Perhaps this has been long in coming."

"I attribute much of that to poor lines of communication. Hopefully, by the end of the evening, we'll have rectified that error." Treznor offers Nathicana a serving of antipasta before serving himself. "I'm of the personal belief that a breakdown of communication is almost always at the root of problems."

"Grazie," she murmurs, then glances at Alkanphel, leaving the discussion to the two of them.

The Maia swallows a forkful of pasta and takes up his glass. "Indeed," he says simply, sipping from his glass. Slowly, he sets it down. "How's the nose?"

Treznor grunts quietly and chews his food. Touche. He swallows and nods. "Much improved, thank you. It was a close call, I was moments away from being crippled. Having been there once, I'm pleased to have avoided it a second time. Both courtesy of our beautiful hostess, naturally." He smiles at Nathicana.

Alkanphel snickers and rubs his shoulder absently. "I'll admit, I was surprised," he admits with a nod. He pauses. "Did she make you watched that tape?"

"She told me about it. I haven't watched it, and I'm not going to. That's part of why I asked for this dinner tonight. I want to do this in person, face to face. If we're going to call a truce, even if it's only for Nath's sake, then I want to do it here."

Nathicana makes a study of her food, dipping her crostini with care into the spiced oil provided, and chewing thoughtfully. Courtesy of indeed. I am so going to need some time out with the sparring dummy after this. Jesus. Hearing a pause, she glances between the two, waiting to hear Alkanphel's response.

The warlord nods concurrently, raising an eyebrow. Thoughtfully, he eats more antipasta. After wishing it down with a healthy sip of water, he finally answers. "An interesting outlook. And definitely a strange one, for two men in such a position as ourselves," he says with a quick glance to Nathi. "Perhaps it's just crazy enough to work, no?"

She snorts quietly at that, topping off her ice water then sipping slowly to keep herself from commenting, as Treznor laughs quietly and leans back in his chair, watching intently.

>> Goddamn men.

<< What? Am I not keeping my promise?

>> Yes, yes, fine and well. So tell me, why do I keep getting the impression I'm first prize at this little skeet shoot, hmm?

<< Because men are wired to compete over women? But believe me, Red. This goes far beyond scuffling over who gets to visit your bed.

Alkanphel takes another sip from his glass, running a hand through his hair as he debates his choice of words. "I'm not sure how much of this you've already been told," he starts, setting the glass down, "but as you've no doubt guessed, I did in fact come here for the purpose of... shall we say confronting you." Leaning back into his chair, he crosses his arms. "I've only recently come to terms with how I feel about her," he says with a nod towards Nathi. He turns his gaze promptly back to Devon. "You, however, I've still not figured out." He sighs. "I don't know what the hell started all of this, frankly," he says with a slightly irritated look. "But add a woman into the mix and it's just not going to be pretty." Stroking his jaw idly, he fall silent for a moment.

>> Oh, I'm aware. And it's a damn good thing too, or so help me, I'd take the both of you and knock your heads together ‘til you were disabused of that notion. You, I understand that way. Him ... for him I think it remains rather personal.

<< Just remember, he's the one putting it on the personal level. I'm far more concerned about implications for the future.

>> I know, Dev. I know. It's not so much you I worry about, as you I worry for, on account. Especially after that last incident. I just hope this little truce of yours suffices on both sides. He seems sincere enough in that at least.

"I premeditated an attack on you without and semblance of rational thought. For that I apologize, but I fear animosity will lay heavy between us forever." Taking up his fork again, he grins. "But nonetheless I'll still be interested in doing what I can to make the situation tolerable for everyone. Hopefully, since we got that fight out of our system..." he trails off. "Who knows. Maybe the worst is behind."

Treznor grins and raises his glass. "I'll drink to that." He drains it and sets it down. "Thank you for your forthrightness, and your candor. Now I'm going to be frank with you.

<< Well, here's his chance.

Nathi lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, relaxing back into her chair a bit and taking another slow sip of her water.

"I've never trusted your master. Thanks to the education I've received and the way in which it was used, I've been able to learn a good deal about both you and your nemesis, the elves. That's why, when I was drawn into that conflict in Sisgardia, I did everything I could to stay out of it. Thanks to Nath once again, we were able to reach an accord.

"I know Morgoth's agenda, and I know you and the other warlords have been pretty keen on enforcing it. If you were to keep your aggressions inside your own territories, we wouldn't have a problem. But I have no interest in allowing myself, my people or my allies to fall into slavery or obliteration at the hands of the Five Kingdoms.

"If we can agree to a truce, one that keeps us out of each other's affairs, then I'm willing to work toward enforcing it from my end. We'll stay out of your way so long as you stay out of ours. To that effect, I offer the Five Kingdoms land near Devonton for an embassy. Enough room to build facilities and a small port for two shuttles. That way we'll be able to keep in touch and keep an eye on each other without having to stare down a barrel."

He spreads his hands. "That's the other reason I asked you here tonight."

Alkanphel can't help but laugh. "It's a rare desire," he admits with a wink, devouring another bite of antipasta. "I still don’t fully understand Melkor myself, however I should venture to guess in a world such as this, drawing attention to yourself by invasions probably isn't a good card to play in those circumstances.

"Still, we're not opposed to the thought of an Embassy. While I do not at the current time have the authority to broker such a deal, I don't see why it can't happen in the near future."

"The invasion is a natural consequence of the events that lead up to it. I'm willing to make concessions if we can be assured that your master isn't going to come after us again when he feels strong enough. If he's feeling hemmed in, I have a solution for him that doesn't involve taking territory from anyone else."

The Maia raises a brow. "This ought to be interesting," he muses. "What's that?"

"I have lists of entire worlds suitable for colonization. Some you'll have to buy from the Triumvirate, presumably through a neutral party like the Dominion. Some I can give you outright, but it's up to you to reach them in that case. Either way, you can take advantage of a land offer that will ease any population pressure woes for generations. And you won't have to fight anybody for it."

Nathicana looks over at Treznor curiously as Gianni brings in the first course in, quietly setting down the plates and clearing other things away.

<< I wonder what they'll think about that offer. I'd find it highly ironic if the Five Kingdoms were to buy rights to planets from the Triumvirate.

>> How in hell do you figure that's going to work, do you think?

<< Morgoth's been grumbling ever since he was kicked off Mars. He's publicly decrying the move as discrimination, not letting him play in our sandbox. So here's a compromise.

Alkanphel laughs slightly. "And I have walked through the very Void your race pretends to know," he asserts, looking down to the plates as they're changed out. "We've already been thinking in that direction, needless to say. With Horizon only weeks from its first jump, this process will soon be expedited." He takes another drink from his glass. "Besides, we're not in the habit of buying anything from the Triumvirate. We don’t trust you all," he says, gesturing broadly, "and you sure as hell don't trust us. It's been this way for ages."

"Well, maybe it's time we changed some of that. Like we spoke of earlier, Alkanphel. Times change, old bones get a bit dry to keep gnawing on," Nathi says, glancing between the both of them.

>> And you're doing exactly what you claimed to be trying to stop with this last meddling of yours. Offering him a foothold near Trium interests. What are you thinking, boy?

<< The Triumvirate never set any guidelines on who can or can't have access to those lists. I'm treating Alkanphel as a customer. If he's serious about peace, he'll have to at least consider it. And if he buys one of the worlds explored by the Triumvirate, we'll know where he is and how to keep an eye on him.

Treznor shrugs slightly. "Trust has to start somewhere. I'm making you an offer to begin the process. If you were already moving in that direction, then perhaps we can expedite it. If not, then no foul. Either way, it seems to me that extrasolar colonization is our best bet for keeping the peace. If we're not squabbling over position and resources, then we have no reason to fight."

>> You're treading on dangerous ground I think, Dev. This just gives us more possible fronts for confrontations, more places where 'accidents' could happen. I notice you said 'you'll have to get there yourselves', but still.

<< That was for the worlds outside the range of current Triumvirate jump technology. Intelligence says Arda's jump capabilities roughly correspond to the Triumvirates. There's no need for us to ferry them where they can already go. As for a threat, the Five Kingdoms will always be one. If the Triumvirate continues to expand colonization, they'll have no choice but to follow. I'm trying to set it on our terms, keeping things open and honest.

Alkanphel snorts. "You're right about that much at least, but there is no way on either side of Hell that Melkor will allow the Triumvirate to have anything to do with this. Horizon is our project. Any outside influence only increases the chances of sabotage or corruption."

"I never suggested getting involved with Horizon. That's your station, and you're welcome to it. All I'm offering is access to worlds where you won't have to compete with us. Frankly, I don't see the threat."

"Then why has Melkor been so willing and eager to re-establish ties here?" Nathicana says idly, toying with the food on her plate. "We are among other things a Triumvirate nation, after all. I can't possibly imagine he's given you and Althalon the clear for such arrangements just for your personal interests."

"Oh, you don't? How interesting. Yes, I think it's a great idea to buy unknown worlds off an alliance that will stop at nothing to destroy us," he says, clasping his hands together in mock excitement. "After all, they'd be able to keep a nice, close eye on us as well!" Alkanphel glances over to Nathi and smiles slightly. "Because it's a completely different game. I don’t see the Five Kingdoms buying worlds off the DLN. Ties are one thing, massive transactions are completely different."

Nathicana snorts softly, shaking her head. "Bah. The Trium would just as soon be left alone as have to bother with you and yours, boy. War on this level is far too destructive, and has far too high a price tag than what I think any of us wish to pay. Why else do you think the uneasy truce at present? If we keep our fingers out of one another's pies, it's a simple enough matter to avoid confrontations."

Treznor takes a taste of the mean and pauses to appreciate it. Then he chews and swallows before answering. "You think I'd demand you buy a world you knew nothing about? What kind of businessman do you think I am? Hell, I don't even know the Triumvirate will be comfortable with you knowing about them. Besides, in your infinite knowledge, won't you already know?"

>> Quit baiting, dammit. Infinite knowledge indeed.

<< He's the one who boasted about walking the Void before we knew about it.

Alkanphel 's eyes flash at Nathi's statement. "Yes, that's what they were telling us right around the time they shot the Nargothrond out of the sky, killing 200,000 of the DDSI's finest men. We're not interested in exploring that line of thought anymore." He turns back to Treznor, his expression still rather stern. "Very cute, and no, I won't. What I'm telling you is we already have a list that's probably not all that different from yours, all things considered. We'd prefer to see if we can handle this on our own, first."

Nathi looks back at the warlord with a challenging glare. "And I suppose next you'll say you had nothing to do with--" With decided effort, she settles back in her chair, and takes a slow sip of water. "Accusations on past actions won't do us any good here. I suggest we at least attempt to find some common ground and work from there."

>> I'm sorry, Dev. I'm just a bit on edge is all.

<< I never said this would be easy. We're negotiating here, not conducting marriage counseling. And I find it rather curious that they've compiled their own list of worlds for colonization. Did anyone in the Triumvirate know about this?

Treznor nods. "Then there's no foul. If you don't need the list, there's no need for us to provide you access to ours. The point being, I'm offering your master a means to go our separate ways and not have to cross swords anymore. I'm willing to entertain any counter proposals."

>> Unsure. When I spoke with Althalon, he hinted that they had plans for Horizon, and that when those plans went into effect, a good part of those shipyards near Io would be going with it. It seems reasonable, given that.

<< Certainly. This makes for confirmation. I think TYCS will want to know.

Alkanphel shrugs. "I would very much doubt we have any common targets, but a protocol should be developed in case this should happen. I don't want the Trium to know where Horizon is going, and I'm sure they don't want us knowing where they're looking either. All things considered, it's probably not something we can finalize here."

>> I think I'll let you handle it, all things considered. I've been needing to put together a more concise writeup concerning that Io situation as is. It would probably look better coming from two sources, yes?

<< No argument. On the other hand, they know how deep we are in each other's pockets. I don't see it'll make much difference, but I'll do it.

"No, of course not. But we can lay the foundations for it. That's what I'm after. So now all my cards are on the table." Treznor takes another bite of his dinner.

The warlord grins to himself as he consumes another portion of his serving. "Oh surely they're not," he says with a wink. "I think we're all still holding one or two," he adds with a snicker.

>> Eh, appearances. Besides, it's always good to remind others of your worth outside the usual scope of things. If you prefer, I can handle it. After all, I've been the one with open dealings here. Much good it's done me. [wry smile analog]

Nathicana smiles wryly at that, working on her meal as she listens to them talk. Oh indeed we do, my lord. Indeed we do.

The Emperor fills a new glass with water and raises it to Alkanphel. "I'm sure we'll all concede to having an ace or two up our sleeves. But with regard to the Five Kingdoms, that's my agenda both public and private. I realise you can't make any assurances at the moment, but you can take them back to Morgoth. The ball is in your court, now."

<< Heh. No, I'll do it. Just pointing out that we're not really seen as separate sources anymore.

>> That can be to our advantage, of course.

<< Naturally. [grin analog]

Alkanphel draws his jaw, a dim light glowing in his eyes at the man's continued mention of the name 'Morgoth.' "Indeed it is," he says quickly. "Though it may be quite some time until I return home, under the circumstances. And Melkor doesn't exactly have a switchboard, so..." he trails off. "Yeah."

"Nonetheless, I'll see if the measure should happen to meet with any approval. You never know."

"Then I've accomplished my goals for this evening. I declare this dinner a success. And dammit, Nath. You've got to let me borrow your chef. He could teach Carol a thing or two."

"If you need to communicate, you know you only need ask," Nathi observes. "And Dev, not on your life," she adds with a subtle smile."

Alkanphel laughs a bit, taking up his glass. "This is quite good," he admits, raising the glass to his lips. "Just a point of advice--never allow Warlord Althalon in here or else he'll never leave," he says with a chuckle. "At least, not after tasting this." He winks. "I like to think I can force myself to leave if I want. We'll see if I can."

Nathi looks over with a guarded expression, watching the Maia for a moment before turning her attention back to what remains on her plate. The remainder of the meal is completed on relatively amicable terms – at least outwardly.

Dread Lady Nathicana

04-08-2004, 07:04

"That went more smoothly than I would have thought," Nathicana says, pouring herself a glass of wine then going over to curl up on the couch. "Accomplish enough of what you wanted, Dev?"

Treznor stretches and nods. "It went considerably better than I expected, to be honest. What did you think?"

"Surprising. Especially your offer, and how well he kept his temper in check. You really were irritating him with your use of the Elven name for Melkor there, you know," she says with a wry smile, looking over at him as she sips her wine.

He steals a sip of her wine and curls up with her. "A reminder. I spent three years in Menelmacar infiltrating Sirithil's palace. I learned a few things, including bits and pieces of their history. Eventually I was able to put together that 'Melkor' and 'Morgoth' were the same person. The reason for it goes back to the whole nature of their conflict. I figured it would help my credibility in negotiations."

"I don't think it went unnoticed." Nathi slips an arm around his waist, nesling in close and leaning her head on his shoulder. "You were right, you know," she says quietly after a while.

He blinks and kisses her temple. "That's a compliment I didn't expect. What was I right about?"

Nathi shifts again, taking a good measure of comfort just from him being there. She takes another slow sip of her wine before answering. "About the 'why' we spoke of yesterday." Treznor takes a deep breath and nods. He doesn't reply, except to hold her close.

"The initial reason, at any rate," she continues with a quiet sigh. "As for the rest ... as always, it's more complicated." She takes another slow drink, frowning.

"Naturally. But I'll concede your point, as well. He does seem sincere."

"I haven't changed my mind though on account. Regardless of beginnings, He can't have her," she says more fiercely than she originally intends. "I will find a way to make this work, mi amore, for both my children. Either Alkanphel will be of assistance in this, or he will become a non-factor. I can't afford anything less."

"Mmm. I suspect you'll have a fight on your hands, on that account." He pauses for a while. "I tell you what, though. We're going to have the oddest family gatherings I've ever heard of."

Nathicana can't help but laugh a little at that. "Auntie Shodey, Uncle Bari, and extended relations there notwithstanding. Jesus, Dev. Stop to think of it for a moment. These kids are going to have everything. This world and beyond at their fingertips. How in hell are we going to balance that?"

"Good question. I can't claim the most comprehensive experience with parenting. I guess like any good parents, we'll just have to do the best we can. I'm sure you're going to be a great mother." He leans forward for a kiss.

She kisses him slowly, her eyes searching his, then draws back with a slight shake of her head. "Don't tease, Dev. I'm already scared spitless. I can't even cook for chrissakes, and I've never been the domestic sort. All those things they talk about in those books and magazines ..." she trails off, finishing off her wine and setting the glass aside.

"Who's teasing? I'm serious. You have an incredible strength of character, and fiercesome love and passion for everything you do. I can't imagine our children having a better mother. The fact that our families were broken up when we were young doesn't mean we'll do the same to ours."

"That wasn't our fault," she says half smiling, then leans in for another kiss. "Now stop with the flattery. You already have what it can get you."

"That means I'm not flattering you to get what I want, doesn't it? Learn from our young Lieutenant friend. Take a compliment. I have faith in you, Red. Whatever you choose to do." He emphasises the point with a long, thorough kiss.

Nathicana nestles in close, prolonging the kiss for a good long while before saying anything further. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Dev. However, if you'd care to accompany me upstairs, I have a thought or to as to what to do with you."

Treznor grins and nods. "I live to serve my Lady."

Dread Lady Nathicana

08-08-2004, 01:41

A comfortable sitting room, two beings of wildly contrasting backgrounds and forms. The scene to some might appear odd, but to these two, it’s a simple visit between sisters.

"You rang?"

"How have things been on your end, Sis? With all the fun and games going on here, it's been a bit since I had you over."

"The usual," the avatar replies with a sly little smile, "making sure that fools and their money are very firmly parted and perhaps reducing some threat levels in the process. There has also been working with all the various thaumatech and psionic concerns... which is a fascinating branch outwards for me."

Nathicana nods thoughtfully, pausing for a moment at the mention of psionics, the mention of business transactions going right out of her head. "Progress in that area?" she finally asks in a curious yet casual tone.

"Tremendous progress." Shodey continues her sly smile as she throws herself lightly down on a comfortable chair, looking far more idly strewn than any hyperintelligence has any right to be. "Of course, I've some unfair advantages that way. By Shmeki, the metanormal is such a wonderful puzzle."

"Since when did you take up the Reploid's oaths?" Nathi asks, one brow arched, snagging her ever-present ice water before curling up on one side of the small couch. "And ... just how much 'progress' are we talking here? I don't claim to understand the wards you've put in place, for one thing, though it is appreciated. It's a pity they aren't more portable."

Shodey grins broadly and continues almost blithely, never losing that impishly mischievous expression. "Ever since I verified Her existence (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=6146408&postcount=233), of course. And... quite a bit of progress. Improving HELLSING's protective and offensive runes, developing thaumaturgic bullets to defeat defensive magic, improving applied psionics... things like that."

Nathicana pauses mid-sip, giving her sister-in-mind a sharp look, trying to parse all of that. She sets the glass down carefully on a ceramic coaster before speaking. "First things first. 'Verified her existence'? Just what is that supposed to mean? Secondly ... we'll get to that in a moment."

"Although I may be exploring the mystic, I'm still not about to believe in things that I can't verify either through rigid logic or personal experience." Grins a little more broadly. "Now, seeing how rigid logic has been proven to not work in such a circumstance, that only leaves one other option, really." A momentary pause, then a wink. "This is the part where you start wondering about my sanity."

"I ... don't think I quite understand, sis. That doesn't make any sense. Honestly now. You're trying to tell me you've had some sort of hallucination or dream or vision or such while working with all this ... this ..." Nathi makes some vague gestures with her hands, wriggling her fingers. "Magical mumbo jumbo, and now you believe in some higher being?" Her expression is quite frankly disbelieving, and in some measure, worried.

"Right on cue." Quiet smile. "Perhaps you remember the whole incident with Zeroel a few months back? Certainly that was quite a bit of concentrated..." She waves one hand idly. "...weirdness, for lack of a better term. The simple continued presence of Captain Menolimi after her physical demise is enough proof, one would think, to indicate that 'magical mumbo jumbo' has some basis in existence, if not reality."

Nathicana snorts softly, shaking her head. "Of all the people I've heard such things from before, you have got to be the one I least expected it from. Surely there is some logical means of explanation that don't involve magical beings of infinite knowledge and power and faerie dust and happy endings."

Her voice takes on an edge as she continues, reaching down to grab her glass again, and sipping occasionally as if to calm herself a bit. "I realize that there are some things that are difficult to put into more common terms, and that there are things that exist outside my usual bounds of understanding, but I refuse to believe that there are not rational explanations for them that don't involve some all-knowing all-powerful deity type."

Shodey nods quietly. "Certainly I understand. I am quite a bit the same way. But when something simply pops into my core structure as if the hundreds of thousands of layers of white and black I.C.E I put up around it wasn't even there..." She shrugs slightly with a soft frown. "Even I have to pay attention, as it were. I've checked the logs over and over--it didn't come from outside. It just came. Appeared, if you will."

"Wait. No entry, no ... surely that can't be right." Nathicana frowns, sipping her water slowly, looking over at Shodey, her eyes troubled. She leaves the obvious unspoken. No one's better at all that than she. I'd stake my life on it. In fact, I have, more than once. "So ... what happened then?"

"We had a little chat. It thanked me for helping, essentially, answered some of my questions a bit less cryptically than I had expected, then left."

Shodey chuckles a little. "Nothing about going out and enlightening the heathens, so I don't think anyone has to worry about a mechanoid crusade."

The dark-haired woman starts to respond, stops, then starts again, smiling wryly at that last. "You're saying effectively you spoke with God, sis?"

"Or a close approximation thereof." She suddenly looks not quite nervous, but perhaps a tiny bit worried. "Unbelievable, I know..."

Nathicana finds herself more disturbed at her sister's expression than what she's actually saying. "Mia sorella, if this has you worried ... "

Shodey shakes her head. "No, I'm not worried about that. I'm worried that... well... I may not be believed." Wry grin. "You're the only person I've told, sis, and I've kept quiet for this long because I've been wondering how you'd take it."

Nathi settles back a bit against the couch, her expression troubled. "That's just it, Shodey. You, I have no reason not to believe. But I have a lifetime of experience that has told me otherwise. Where was God when my parents were taken away? Where was God during those years of indoctrination and brainwashing and back room sessions?" she asks bitterly. "And later, when I made my own choices to do unto others as had been done to me, where was this God to protect the innocent and set things right? If such a being exists, it obviously doesn't care what we do or why. Such an entity I can do without."

Shodey chuckles. "She... or It, or whichever way one wants to look at it, said that four appearances over the space of ten thousand years was a bit much. The old concept of the directly influencing God is... flawed, at best. Deism is a far better match; life is still a matter of the individual and causality rather than God's Plan at Work. Pebbles dropped in a pond, sis, or butterflies' wings generating typhoons. It is all about subtlety and the greater view, not the individual pain."

"Also... if there's a Universal Custodian, why have people at all?" The avatar shrugs. "The choice between doing what is right, what is wrong, and what is necessary is lodged in the individual. We're all adults here; we don't need gods to clean up after us."

"Then what is the point of it all? What difference does it make what we choose, other than to serve our own personal interests or ideals? Where does it all balance out?" Nathicana asks, more than a little flustered. "What need for this 'higher power', when one gets down to it. What purpose does it serve?"

"The gentle nudge guiding the greater whole in a particular direction... how can one have guidance and yet maintain freedom of will? What I met certainly is not omnipotent or omniscient, either by nature, choice, or design. We've both pushed societies one way or the other; we can't move everyone individually so we act more subtlety. And, if the 'point' is what It said it was, then it almost makes sense. If the point to everything is 'to try,' theoretically to the individual's best, then it makes no sense for us all to live in a clockwork orange, cogs playing specified rules in a specified machine... which is what a manipulative God as you're positing would essentially need to enforce."

"To try. Simple as that," Nathi says after a thoughtful pause. "Regardless of direction or intention, so long as one tries to do their best at what they do ... Sweet Jesu, I'm not sure that makes any more sense to me than the rest, unless I'm missing something again. Nor does the idea of a God that's somewhat less than while not all at once."

"We keep up these discussions, you'll need to upgrade me as well, just so I can keep up, sis," she finishes with a wry smile.

Shodey gathers herself from being sprawled over her bit of the couch and offers a hug with her grey-skinned arms. "Mindbending, isn't it? Now you see why I find it interesting... sort of the way I find upgrading interesting..." She flashes a much more comfortable and common sly smile.

Nathicana shakes her head gently as she returns the hug, taking a good measure of comfort from it. "I believe you, sis. You've never given me reason to doubt. I'm not going to start now." She smiles back, if a bit wryly, hoping to assure her sister-in-mind that all is well.

"As for upgrades, I suppose this brings us full circle. What have you got that might keep others out of my head while not limiting me to, shall we say, taking advantage of items that tap into a bit of the 'unknown'?"

Shodey arches a fiber-optic eyebrow at that with a sly smirk of her own. "For someone so quick to doubt the magical mumbo-jumbo... yes, single-direction wards and protection runes are possible... they're actually a standard for HELLSING units. If it's your head we're trying to keep people out of, then it'll be your head that the wards will have to be set up in."

Nathicana grimaces slightly, and nods. "Psionics I've convinced myself as being nothing more than the accessing of those portions of our brains not usually used. Scientifically more sound than random deities," she says, her smile if anything growing more wry. "Besides, I've had experiences of my own that I can't quite explain, other than to link it to that. Force of will can be a powerful thing even without the added tweaks, after all." A brief pause, then in a more worried voice. "When you say 'inside' ... what all are you thinking that way?"

Shodey just chuckles softly. "Well, as we've discussed, wards aren't much more than walls on an astral plane. To be tied to something in reality, some sort of appropriate symbology indicative of the effort that went into constructing the ward has to be placed on it... so, yes, force of will is accurate in more ways than you imagine. If we're warding the inside of your skull, then the skull itself or perhaps the scalp are logical places to start."

"Perhaps once we get the little ones delivered safe and sound," Nathi replies slowly. "There is so much I have on the table right now, so much I'm trying to prepare for ... but I admit, sis, it is a worry. Too many unknowns. That, and I'm dealing with things and people who cause me a bit of worry now and then."

"Don't we all." The avatar frowns a little. "If there's any way I can help, please don't hesitate to ask if you need it."

"And you. I may not have the technological capabilities, or the knowledge or influence you do, but I'm here all the same, should you need me." Nathi smiles warmly, still more than a little concerned. "It's what family is for, after all. As odd as our little family may seem from the outside."

Shodey smiles. "Of course... and I like our odd little family."

"I wouldn't trade it," Nathi assures her, grinning a bit impishly. "Auntie Shodey ... somehow I like the ring that has to it."

Shodey cackles. "I feel sorry for your children already."

"Christ, sis, how do you think I feel?" she replies, laughing softly. "They've got me for a mother after all. Not to mention the other complications. It's definitely going to be an ... adventure."

"And with Devon's plans for the Empire... do you know he's authorized his children to bribe me? Definitely an adventure."

Nathicana nods, still chuckling slightly. "Oh, the man has told me all about his plans that way. Somehow, having you involved there makes me feel a bit better about things. I was impressed. So far as I know, he's been quite honest about it all. A sure sign of how serious he takes it."

Shodey nods. "I think I've finally atoned for my low sense of humor in the beginning, that or he's finally gotten over it."

"About damn time. Don't berate yourself too much, mia sorella. I played a dirty trick on him back in the day with Blu. I don't think he's ever gotten over it. Nor did I think it would have taken quite the turn it did. I blame myself for a lot of his hang-ups on account. Besides ... we all grow and change," she says thoughtfully, still trying to balance the revelations from earlier. "This talk of 'atonement'. Another remnant from your 'visit'?" Nathi tilts her head slightly, studying her sister-in-mind carefully. "This is going to have me up tonight, you know. Not often I have someone tell me they've spoken with the Almighty. I have to know, sis. How has that changed you, your outlook?"

Shodey shakes her head with a smile. "Not atonement on that sense--in a personal sense. I've played by him straight enough to show his peculiarities that way to be unfounded. As for my outlook..." She sits thoughtfully for a few moments. "I am, for one, more open-minded, I think. Zealous atheism can be just as closed-minded as any sort of faith-based zealotry, merely with a different angle. Knowing that there is a point, even such a poorly defined one, is useful in a philosophical sense even if I've never suffered an existentialist dilemma. In all, I suppose 'enlightenment' is an accurate term. Right now I'm exploring concepts I've denied the existence of for hundreds of years. In an outlook sense, I can't say I'm any more hopeful or thankful or any such like that... merely broader."

"Err on the side of caution," Nathi murmurs half to herself, still watching Shodey with a thoughtful expression. "Put in a good word for me, should you have the chance," she says with a wry little smile.

Shodey chuckles very softly. "Well, I very much doubt I will, but I'll remember to if I do."

Dread Lady Nathicana

11-08-2004, 16:22

She was running out of time. As she lay in bed, curled up next to the man she had chosen to tie her fate to, this was the one thought that would not leave her mind. She knew the risks, or thought she understood them well enough. She had put it off while agonizing over using it for as long as she could.

Damn the man and his pretty bauble.

Nathi carefully disentangled herself from the sleeping Devon, kissing his forehead softly when he stirred, murmuring soothing words of reassurance as she quietly slipped out of bed. As silently as she could, she took out a pair of soft flannel pants and a loose t-shirt, as well as a large red scarf from another drawer. Padding down the hall to her office, she pulled on the clothes, tossed the scarf over her shoulder, and quietly went to the large Raphael (http://home.mchsi.com/~ketri/wsb/links/StMichaelandSatan_Raphael.jpg) painting hanging on the wall. She ran her fingers slowly up along the left side of it, finding the barely-noticeable depression there, at the innermost edge, far up enough she had to stretch up on her toes to reach it. Pressing firmly, she triggered the release, allowing the picture to swing outward on cleverly hidden hinges. Behind is a large safe with three separate locks; one of which is digital, one voice recognition, the last manual.

“Naiya,” she said softly, the digital display lighting up, and the steel cover over the keypad sliding back. She quickly typed in the twelve-digit code, causing the mechanism locking the manual spinner in place to release. Within moments, the proper turns provided her with the familiar satisfying ‘snickt’ as the bolts were freed. She pulled open the thick door, and reached in to slide a large squarish case forward, a shiver of anticipation running up her spine.

With care, she opened the case, immediately throwing the scarf over the dark orb that lay nestled inside. Wrapping it around slowly, covering it completely, she drew it out of the case, holding it close against her stomach. Nathi pushed the case back inside, closed the safe’s door, reset the locks, and quietly pressed the picture frame back into place against the wall, looking for all the world as if it were solidly mounted there. She glanced about cautiously, then crept downstairs, making her way to the side door leading to the courtyard.

All was quiet. The shivery light of the crescent moon threw odd shadows across the courtyard, the dark areas between the trees, the forms of bushes and the low rock wall lacked the comfort it usually did. A feeling of lingering menace made her shiver again, though she tried to brush it aside as a trick of the mind, nervousness on account of her intended actions. With a silent curse, she slipped out into the night, her bare feet hardly making a sound as she moved quickly and quietly across the cool paving stones towards the little path that lead to the barn.

Nathicana had ordered the guards to keep their rounds out of her sight as much as possible, now that time had passed, and fears somewhat eased. The increased security was still irritating, though she admitted, had she allowed it before, under the guidelines Marik had wished, things might have turned out very differently. She felt a twinge of guilt and remorse at his name, as she always did. He had always been one on whom she could rely, and one who would quietly challenge her when he felt her actions warranted it. It was times like this when she missed him even more. Shaking her head, she slowly pushed open the door to the barn, greeted by the familiar warm, dusty scent and the soft whicker of her horses. Now was not the time for it. She needed to focus.

She took a battery-powered lantern from a hook on the wall, pulling the door shut behind her, then turning it on as she shielded her eyes, allowing them to adjust. Looking around, finding all quiet and in order, she left off with her usual pats and pamperings of the horses, and carefully climbed the ladder that led to the loft – an awkward task, given the globe she cradled in her arms and the light she carried in the other.

It took effort and patience, but eventually she was able to settle down comfortably enough amid the straw, one bail of hay pulled in front of her, serving as a makeshift table. Schooling herself to stillness, she sat for a moment, gathering her thoughts, preparing herself for what she sensed would be a struggle. She shivered again as she gingerly placed the orb on the bail, then gently drew the silken scarf away to reveal the smooth surface and dark depths of the palantir.

I need to know.

Nathi placed her fingertips on the perfect sphere, focusing her thoughts as she eased her hands down around to grasp it fully. At first, nothing. She recalled how Alkanphel had turned the stone, as if tuning it, and she did likewise, turning it this way and that, her thoughts on the sleeping Emperor back in her room. Slowly, the murky depths seemed to shift and swirl much the same as before, finally coalescing into a quiet scene, the familiar form of Devon curled up on the bed. She allowed herself a brief smile before turning her focus on what would be the true challenge, and the result least likely to succeed.

Seeking answers to that which had not yet happened.

Again the depths of the stone roiled and twisted, as if a storm were building inside, waiting to burst forth. She became aware of a pressure in her mind, as if there were large hands to either side of her head, slowly pressing inward. The feeling of pressure became a throbbing, and she gritted her teeth as she forced her concentration on her yet unborn children, and what choices to make for their benefit.

Images flickered, deep within the depths. Some quick as lightning, others, lingering teasingly, tormenting her with just enough to intrigue before changing to another. With each image, came more questions, her focus quickly spreading.

There were children. One, two … more? She wasn’t sure. The images continued to shift, though she tried to hold them still long enough to study further. One seemed to pull away slightly from the rest, before all the flickering faces turned to birds and flew away up into a dawning sky.

She sat on the ground under a tree, a wine cask standing nearby on a stool. The top was open, the tap was broken, and the wine was pouring out. She tried to hold it in her hands, tried to keep it from spilling onto the ground, but no matter how she worked to catch and put it back in, more came, staining her fingers red.

Now she was stumbling in the dark, cold and naked, fumbling about blindly, searching for something that had been hidden away from her.

Pieces on a chess board, the larger ones casting their shadows over the smaller, vying for placement, maneuvering often in ways contrary to the kings and queens directing from behind the ranks.

Another scene, and she was dressed in simple black, staring up out of the depths of the palantir with a piercing gaze, quietly juggling several burning coins.

A comfortable feast hall, with many places set, and a grand banquet in progress. Two guests rise to their feet, drawing swords and staring each other down across the table.

Nathi gasped as her head broke the surface of the fast-flowing river, unseen hands working to pull her back down. She struggled madly, fighting them off, twisting and turning to see her attacker … and coming face to face with herself.

It was too much. The throbbing had grown to a searing pain, her jaw clenched so tightly it ached. She forced herself to release the death-grip she had on the dark crystal sphere, slumping forward with her head bowed and eyes closed, arms laying limply across her legs, chest heaving. With effort, she drags the silken scarf back over the palantir, her fear of leaving it uncovered overcoming her exhaustion.

The woman eventually staggered to her feet, gathering up the shrouded orb with shaking hands. Starting back down the ladder proved disastrous, ending with her falling most of the way down, curling up reflexively around the bundle in her arms as she landed hard on her side. The lantern went out with a snap and clatter, rolling away into the dark.

Oh sweet Jesu … thank god for Shodey’s work … She was certain she would bruise from the rough impact, though inner damage was avoided due to myomer musculature over protective ceramic bone lacing. It did nothing for her pounding head. Fighting her way to her feet once again, she stumbled to the door, leaning against the sturdy frame to again catch her breath before heading slowly back to the villa. Something tickled her upper lip, and she rubbed the back of her hand against it, coming away with a telltale dark, wet stain.

One thought kept her moving, kept her from just laying down on one of the benches outside, or the couch once she managed the short stairs and hallway into the house – the need for secrecy. It took longer than she’d ever remembered it taking before as she made her way up the long stairs, then finally to her office. She tried her best to keep quiet, not wishing to disturb Devon at the far end of the hall. Not yet. The process of opening the safe was repeated, the palantir carefully placed back in it’s case and sealed once more, much to her relief. Nathi dabbed at her nose with the scarf, wincing at the pain in her head that just wasn’t fading.

With a careful peek into the room she confirmed the Emperor was still asleep. Supporting herself along the wall, using what furniture or other sturdy handholds were nearby, she moved quietly to the bathroom, gently closing the door behind her before turning on the light to begin the process of cleaning up.

Mustn’t worry anyone … mustn’t make a fuss … damn, bruised already … late night practice session in the yard gone awry. Yes, that’s the ticket … Gods, my head ...

She found it hard to focus, her head still pounding bad enough she doubted the pain relievers she took for it would do much. Eventually her nose stopped bleeding, and she was able to wash herself off from the dust and brush the stray bits of straw from her hair. Stripping gingerly out of her clothes, she hid them under others in the clothes hamper, turned off the light, and slowly trudged back to bed.

Bed had never seemed so welcome. She sank into it like a person who’d gone days without sleep, curling up with Devon again, taking comfort in his quiet presence, and falling almost immediately into a deep sleep. Her last waking thought was how the beating of his heart nearly echoed the pulsing pain in her head.

Melkor Unchained

13-08-2004, 18:38

Nathicana pauses at the doors leading into the suites currently occupied by Alkanphel. She had put off her usual appointments, trying to nurse her headache to little or no avail. Dressed in a simple loose white cotton shirt and grey drawstring pants she had come here quietly, sensitive eyes hiding from the late afternoon sun behind dark glasses. Wincing at the sound, she knocks firmly on one of the double doors.

Alkanphel stirs, and forces himself out of his reverie. Slowly, he rises from what has apparently become the Maia's favorite chair: a large, overstuffed monstrosity that stood a short distance away from a large archway leading into the foyer. He strides with purpose towards the doors, and with a swift motion of his hands he pulls the doors open, allowing them to swing outward. His expression softens, and gradually he smiles. "Hello my Lady," he says with a slight bow of his head, stepping aside. "It's a pleasant surprise seeing you again this soon. How are you?"

"Alkanphel," she says simply, the slight nod she gives him causing her to wince slightly again. "I've been better. If you don't mind ..." She gestures to the couch in an unusual display of courtesy, acting more the guest. "I could use a place to sit while we talk."

The Maia chuckles slightly, helping her into the room and closing the doors behind. "Be my guest," he answers with a wry grin, moving towards the couch himself. Seating himself on a chair next to the sofa, he clasps his hands together in his lap. "What was it you wished to discuss?"

"Grazie," she says quietly, gingerly settling down onto the couch and nestling back into the corner, pulling her legs up and to the side. She leans tiredly on the arm of the couch, not bothering to remove her glasses. "I think perhaps its time we end this little charade," she begins slowly. "We both know why you've stayed. You showed impressive restraint over dinner, and have thus far lived up to your end of any 'bargain' we've made. It is time to move on. I don't think you need fear reprisals from your Master, and it is but a short time til I need complete my part of the deal in returning your damnable orb." Her face tightens at that last, still having not shaken off the fatigue nor headache.

Alkanphel lifts a brow, looking slightly amused. "I suspected you couldn't help yourself," he answers after a brief pause. "You used it, didn't you?" he asks flatly, resting his chin on his hand. "You've no anger to fear from me in telling the truth: I figure you of all people deserved some insight." He pauses again. "It was indeed part of my thinking in conceding the device," he admits, smiling slightly. "And I can tell by your apparent sanity that Lord Melkor wasn't party to this vision."

Nathicana starts to nod, and thinks better of it. "Aye, I did. I've no fear, Alkanphel. You made it clear enough your concern when you warned me of some of the dangers and explained what it could do." She glances over at him and asks dryly. "And had he been? What then would you have done? Admittedly introducing me to such a risk, knowing what a possible consequence was? I'm curious."

He gestures over his shoulder towards the balcony with a slight cant of his head. "I'd have been over that railing and out to you in seconds flat," he asserts. "I would still contend that you deserve to know more about the situation than even my own Master," he says, his eyes narrowing slightly. "If he had seen you..." he trails off. "The damage I fear would be to great for even me to mend," he laments with a glance to the floor. "I'm glad it didn't happen. He would have likely forced you to tell him everything. Even as strong-willed as you are, you don't possess the capacity to contend with a Vala such as he."

"If last night was any indication of my abilities, or rather, lack thereof ..." Nathi trails off, conceding the point without argument, noting his obvious concern. She shivers inadvertently at the implications, trying to brush the fear aside. "It would seem your stone hides its secrets well. I'm not certain much of what I saw made sense. Yes, as you warned me."

Alkanphel nods, not bothering to question her about the particulars. "Yes, it's true. Very frequently the images are quite vague and one might say vaguely deceptive, if you don't know how to interpret them. Oftentimes one must ponder their vision for days before a conclusion is reached, and even then...." he trails off, lifting his chin slightly. "Even then they're not always correct." He lowers his brows, peering at Nathi with no small amount of concern. "I can only hope that your session was somewhat productive, and hopefully it did more to ease your mind than trouble it."

Nathi frowns slightly with a bare shake of her head. "I don't know. So many things, and all could be read a number of ways. I'm not sure I'm any farther ahead than when I started. Perhaps I sought the wrong answers. Perhaps I need to concentrate on the now rather than try and fathom the future. I just don't know," she admits. "And I hate not knowing."

She doesn't miss the look he gives her, and after all this time, doesn't question it, despite the truths that had been revealed. They weren't so different, really. This they had established early on. Each did what was in their best interests to do at the time, no more, no less. The fact that this particular juncture had ended up so personal was, when one got down to it, merely unfortunate. She found even so, she was still angry and hurt. Damned emotions getting in the way again. "Regardless, there are other matters to discuss," she says after a brief pause. "Such as your leaving Devras."

Alkanphel nods a bit and relaxes into his seat, his gaze never leaving her. "So soon? I thought I was not to leave until the children were born?" he asks. "Is there some new circumstance of which I have yet to be informed?" He shifts slightly in his seat. "Don't get me wrong, I'd love to get out of this room," he adds after a moment's thought.

"Many things change. As I said before, I no longer see the purpose in 'holding' you here. Pairing that with a need to be out of the country for a short while along with recent truths, well ... It seems the proper time." Nathicana gently rubs her temples with her fingertips, muttering a curse under her breath. "As for the palantir," she finished hesitantly. "Just a bit longer."

He arches a brow. The fact that she was attempting to set him free just after her vision was definitely not lost on him. His eyes scanned her face intently. "A bit longer what?" he asks quickly. "Surely you don't suppose I would depart and leave the stone here."

Yes, I do," she says, searching his face for a reaction.

The warlord shakes his head, frowning deeply. "Unacceptable. It is not a matter of trust, Nathi, it's a matter of safety. It's a matter of you still being in control of your mind," he asserts, lowering his arm. "I will not allow you to operate the stone outside of my reach."

"I don't need you or anyone else to hold my hand," she snaps, regretting it immediately as she winces in pain. "That little detail didn't bother you so much before, and you've already admitted you could do little enough," she mutters sullenly, cradling her head in her hands, knowing full well she isn't up to a shouting match, or a prolonged argument.

Alkanphel flies to his feet, eyes flashing. "Nathicana, if Lord Melkor should happen to see you in the palantir, the consequences will be dire beyond reckoning," he asserts, tightening his jaw." Noting her discomfort, he changes track, slowly sitting down. "Why is it you're leaving the country now? Unless I miss my guess we may be leaving on common purpose. If so, it may afford us another option."

"I've been asked to instruct a potential leader," she replies, too distracted by her discomfort for subterfuge, and too tired to care that he knows. "It will be a slightly extended stay. Not like my other short trips. I won't be here to keep an eye on you, and I see little reason to make you stay any longer. You and Devon have discussed matters and come to enough of an agreement to satisfy him at least. There are things you'll need to clear with your Master on account. The woman takes a moment to calm herself and let the immediate discomfort subside slightly, then begins again in a more moderated tone, not wanting to argue the point for now. "Aelosia," she says softly. "I leave for there within the week to teach Aliria. What option do you suggest?"

"Aelosia?" he questions slowly. He nods. "It is as I thought, then. Shortly before I came here in haste I also received such an invite," he explains. "Perhaps we could both leave Devras," he suggests. "Together."

Her wry expression at his proposal says clearly she'd be laughing if it wouldn't hurt more. "Together indeed," she says in a dry tone. "Just the three of us in a merry little shuttle ride? You'll pardon me if after that dinner I choose to avoid such 'cozy' arrangements if possible." Something about his invitation bothers her, but for now, she can't put her finger on it. "Have you any wine still stocked? I need something to numb this throbbing."

Alkanphel nods slowly, wandering over to a small cabinet. Opening it, it would appear the contents have been left largely intact. "Three of us?" he asks, shaking his head. "Why an ancient Sindar would seek the counsel of one so foolhardy and impudent as D..." he stops. "Which bottle?"

Nathicana gestures vaguely, resting her forehead in her hand, elbow propped lazily on the arm of the couch. "Pick a red. Whatever suits your fancy, matters not." She lets the insult slide, snide remarks being expected and easily brushed aside. Then it strikes her. "As well ask why an ancient Sindar would ask the servant of their great enemy to teach their princess."

The Maia grins broadly as he plucks a bottle from the rack, disappearing into the other room for a moment as he fetches the necessary glasses. "I wondered that myself," he admits, his voice carrying through the room as if he were actually there. "But I can't claim to understand the mind of that woman," he continues as he re-enters the room. "She's a strange one. I hope she knows what's in store for Aliria. God only knows who she invited." He draws out the cork effortlessly, aided perhaps by some unseen force. "I can only suppose that Sirithil was invited as well," he says with a sigh, pouring the wine. "One can only hope we don't cross paths. I'm likely to be wondering what I'm doing there for the duration. 'Tis a very unusual request."

"The bottle, if you don't mind," she says, holding out her other hand, then continuing in a dry tone. "Who the hell can fathom some of these people? Christ, with yourself and who knows who else there, I'd say it's going to be an interesting time for all." She takes a moment to look up at him, one brow quirked slightly. "I still fail to see how this answers our problem."

Alkanphel hands her the bottle and sits down, clearing his throat. "Tutoring an Elf is not a quick process," he begins, crossing one leg over the other. "It's likely to take quite some time. Were all three of us to depart and carry out this task, I should believe that the children will at the time of our completion be very near to being born. Since this appears to be your primary concern, we can reassess the situation upon your return and decide upon an appropriate course of action. I suggest, then, that we take the stone with us, as it's likely the safest option for all, all things considered." He clears his throat again. "So long as it's kept sufficiently under wraps," he cautions. "The Elves will want it if they find out we have it. If we bring it. This would allow me peace of mind at the very least, because as I said there's no way I'm leaving you alone with a palantir." The warlord sighs. "The only other option I can see is to leave it here, and I'm not too fond of the idea. If anything happens to that stone, things will happen that neither you nor I will like. Very bad things."

The raven-haired woman drinks deeply from the bottle as he speaks, watching him closely. As he goes on, her frown deepens, and more wine is drunk til the bottle has been drained. "Figlio di puttana! First you let me waltz off with it, then you say you won't let me use it without you watching over my shoulder? Just who in hell do you think you are, boy?" she blurts out, getting unsteadily to her feet, gritting her teeth at another wave of pain, eyes flashing. "You're damn right I'll reassess, nor did I plan on leaving that particular bauble under anyone's guard but my own. Not the elves nor anyone else is going to have it, save they pry it from my cold dead hands 'til I'm good and ready to give it up. You may find I too am capable of 'very bad things' should you push me."

Alkanphel looks back up at her coolly. "Would you rather I left you to your fate? You're a strong woman, Nathi, but I fear for you. And lest you forget that despite your temporary custody, I own the device, and will not hesitate to reclaim it if I don't approve of how you're handling it. This is an ancient tool, woman. And a very dangerous one at that." He snorts derisively. "And besides, I'm not asking you to keep it under different guard; it will still remain under your own. But as I must watch over the stone and provide for it's protection, I must also do the same for you," he says, the light in his eyes pulsing softly. "Can you bring yourself to believe this may be in your best interests?"

She knows he's right, which of course makes her angrier. Knowing she has it only because he chose to allow it compounds the issue. Add to that the simple fact that he remained here as well only because he chose to ... She curses again vehemently, crossing to the cabinet and taking out another bottle. "Fine, fine, well and fine," she says through clenched teeth, opening the bottle, then taking a healthy swig. "So we well all journey to Aelosia, you in your shuttle, and me in mine, and when our task is finished there ... I will release the stone back to your keeping, leaving you free to return to your Master with your charge in hand. Agreed?"

Alkanphel opens his mouth to speak, and promptly shuts it when he realizes there's no way she could use it in the shuttle. "Yes," he says simply. "That should work," he adds with a nod, a slight grin forming as he watches her drink.

Thank god for the filter, she thinks, bolting back another couple deep swallows, smoothing back her scowl to a slight frown. Just don't overdo it. "Excellent. My apologies both for my curtness and the brevity of the visit, but I really need to try and sleep this off if I'm to be of any use to anyone. You never did mention it could pack such a punch, damn your hide. If anything, you could tell me how to avoid or lessen the effect." She pauses, noting the grin. "Something ... amusing?"

The Maia chuckles softly and shakes his head. "Perhaps.." he says, intentionally railing off. "I'll not deny that your demeanor humors me to a small degree," he says, holding his fingers about an inch apart. "Perhaps it would be prudent to assume that this is only but a taste of what a palantir can do to a person," he says, lifting a brow as he draws his jaw. "Though of course your reactions depend on the vision. My best guess would be that you're frustrated at not being able to discern what exactly it told you."

"Yes, that always puts me in a temper. Using the orb just ... it was tiring. It hurt to think after a while. It took so much effort to try and focus, and ... goddammit, I hate being so close to answers and still not knowing," she says, finishing with a bit of heat. "So, no suggestions? No hints as to how to avoid yon Tyrant's attentions?" She looks at him expectantly, one hand out to steady herself, fairly certain she knows the answer.
Alkanphel shakes his head sadly. "Alas, it's all pretty much a matter of chance. The Angband Stone has the ability to survey the visions of the other palantiri, however this ability may only be activated if he's using it, of course. If he's using his stone at the same time..." he trails off. "There's nothing you can do."

Nathicana gives him a withering look, taking another slow swallow of wine, then setting it aside. "As I thought. Best prepare yourself for departure. I'll notify you in advance of when we plan to leave so that you will have the option of remaining comfortably close. We will also be accompanied by a couple of our larger vessels. I will alert them that you are to be considered under our protection as well." She makes her way slowly to the door, already pondering methods of getting around the problematic parts of palantir use, while trying to balance his words, his genuine concern. Very bad things. "Unless there is something more, Alkanphel ... I truly need to rest."

He nods knowingly, rising slowly from his chair to follow her. Seeking her hand, he fixes her with a worried gaze. "Be careful," he demands softly. "This is not something to be taken lightly. Don't misjudge yourself."

Nathicana stops, looking back at him quietly. "I will be careful," she assures him, giving his hand a brief squeeze, still angry at him for a number of reasons, and angry at herself for letting him get to her.

The warlord nods and leans forward briefly to kiss her on the forehead, drawing back immediately after and folding his arms behind his back. "Of course," he says simply, bowing his head. "I'll ready for my departure. Keep in touch."

The kiss surprises her, and she blinks, hardly knowing how to react when he withdraws and bids her farewell. "Until then," she says, her eyes lingering on him as she turns to go, slipping out of the room, her expression troubled.

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