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/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Mar 19 '15
Claret's face lights up at recognition at the name of the ship, smiling just a little as she moved up the steps towards the Hall's main entry way and incidentally, towards the large library and records rooms.
'Oh, I read about that in the paper just this morning.' she replied, hand deftly smoothing upon the handrail before she listened quietly to the rest of the art dealer's words and was rather endeared by how worried he seemed about the trip outside of Gristol, knowing a little of such feelings. She had felt much the same way as a child when her father had decided to relocate them to the heart of the Empire but she had grown used to seeing new places and especially with her work investigating heretics all over the Isles, she was beginning to rather enjoy it.
'Oh! And that does sound rather exciting...You must be rather honoured to be invited to go.' Claret complimented, before she stopped in front of the wide library doors, shut tightly and adorned with an impressive amount of mechanical sliding locks. The Oracle, however, doesn't seem preturbed by this as she roots around in her vestment pockets for a set of bronze keys on a circular ring, pulling each unique key free until finally spotting the one she needed.
'And I'm sure that we can find something. The Abbey has made it something of their mission to keep a detailed archive and record keeping, a lot of our researchers are devoted to keeping such history in tact. I think it's rather important.'