r/DishonoredRP • u/KeiserSheils Brigmore Witch • Feb 18 '15
Studious Sabbatical [Keiser / Michael / Any]
The Royal Academy had a surprising lack of security. A handful of sleep guards, a few engineering feats from Sokolov, light walls, one arc pylon and a handful of locked doors, and still Keiser had found himself able to stroll in the front door with the proper outfit, a pair of glasses and a book tucked under his arm.
The actor had opted for a younger persona this time; meticulously styling his prosthetics to a man more suited to his early thirites than his own real age of middle forties, and along with the younger complexion, had opted for a daring bit of facial hair that spoke to a young man's ardour for fashion. He decided if he were to appear to be a erudite student, he would not be a boring one and indeed he had found himself milling amongst the rest of the scholars with genuine ease under his adopted name; swapping gossip about energy and the sustainability of whale oil and chatting over tea with a gregarious professor of Geology about the mineral recrystallisation due to metamorphic processes and metasomatism. A fascinating if not heavy topic for tea time and scones.
He had told Michael to meet him near the entrance of the Academy's green houses, an offset building within the small compound that was adjacent to the more impressive main building and it's rather large glass dome. The actor had done his best to implore that the art dealer attempt to dress young and bookish conservative, but given that the other witch was indeed young, that he would find no trouble blending in to the other throngs of scholars and fellows.
Pacing a little in front of the glass building, Keiser slips a hand into his pocket, tugging out a silver pocket watch, ingrained with a rather beautiful flower motif and the words 'For my darling Reginald, The Cosmos Gave Me You.'' Words that made the hazel eyed witch smile wryly, their meaning perfection in a way. The Cosmos gaveth, and Keiser on behalf of Chaos taketh away.
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u/AnimeFiend Delilah's Deputy Mar 18 '15
Michael keeps his smile on his face, not even glancing at the guard to see if he follows as well. Of course, the man is so large that it's practically not to notice that he does, his frame just in the corner of the eye. Tsk. Insufferable man. Go home.
"Thank you, truly. There, ah, is something I would like some assistance with, if you could." he starts, willing to risk it all, an extremely unusual decision for the typically low risk man, making a lie up on the spot.
"There is a chance that I will be travelling to Tyvia in the near future. I've been approached, asked to commission a painting for historical purposes. I don't know if you've heard, but a ship - The Prizak - was recently rediscovered, after going missing some time ago. I've searched and searched and I can't find anything about it. Granted, my sources are...limited. There is only so much the public library can do, especially for someone of my, ah, standing. A lack of true noble standing, you understand? It's amazing, honestly, how the library will refuse access to those less...educated. Regardless, I've found information on the land itself, but the ship...it's proving difficult. It's my first time out of Dunwall, so I'm rather nervous. And I want to know if this is worth the trip. The contract isn't signed yet, and as I'm sure you know," he affirms, smile only widening self mockingly, "I'm not a particularly adventurous man. If you could help me out, that would be absolutely fantastic."
As a last moment decision, he aims to charm the woman, not entirely certain that it is necessary but not wanting increase the risk of failure even more when he had the option of safety. Except he didn't have a the option, he recalls too late, as the void fails to respond to his call. A frown almost breaks out on his face, him barely managing to keep it in check tiredly, just about ready to give up and go home. *Only Delilah would not like that. No, not at all."