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Subject: Waga Aruji [Private] Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:37 pm
Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi
"Sometimes I think I must remind the Queen of the difference between an Advisor and an Ambassador."
The tone of Kayneth's voice was not scornful, but simply filled with minor annoyance. Yes, he felt as if Misaiko did not realize that an Advisor like he was is not the same as a lowly Ambassador, yet she had him doing the same duties as one. Oh, the irritation of being subjected to such menial tasks built up within his mind, but that was not what was irritating Kayneth Archibal El-Melloi the most. Oh, far from it.
Because of recent events in the West, as well as in the East's border with the West, all those travelling on official business to the West will need an escort. Kayneth found him having an escort an insult to his abilities as a Magus. Yes, such a thing irritated him to his core. Ah, such an insult to his abilities. His Volumen Hydragyrum would be more than enough to handle any thread that came across his path as good as, no, better than any escort that he could have, even if it were Misaiko herself! Nothing but an insult to his honor!
The man in blue sighed and moved his arm upwards, pulling his hair back, even though there wasn't a single strand misplaced.
"But no matter! I, Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi, will only proceed. Besides, there is no need in irritation over something so petty simply because one does not understand something."
That was another habit of Kayneth's: talking to himself. He constantly mumbles to himself, but this was him fully talking to himself as he continued to walk forward in the elongated hallway. Yes, Kayneth was not going to let this minor inconvenience linger on his mind in a negative manner. He thought of it another way, that it was only proper that a nobleman such as himself should have an escort, for there are many who despise nobility. His slight frown of dissatisfaction turned back into his usual smug smirk.
Kayneth rounded a corner, the white walls of the castle simply blurring for a moment. The high arches on this floor were his own design. Yes, this floor at least was full of nothing but the finest art, the smoothest marble, the most eye-pleasing lighting. However, underneath this fine architecture was a deadly arrangement of defenses. Dimensional rifts, barriers, Guardian Beasts, etc. would all spring to life as soon as an intruder entered this floor. In order to get the funds for some of the items, Kayneth had requested a floor beneath the royalty's chambers to allow for the excuse of "It will also protect you and your family." Kayneth, despite being incredibly arrogant, was no fool.
Kayneth passed a pair of squires, who moved aside and stood at attention as he passed. Ah, the low in society moving out of his way only made him feel better, especially considering the high-class aura of the entire floor. But alas, this was the end of the floor, as Kayneth's boots stopped in front of a pair of stone doors, his gloved hands grabbing the handles and pushing them both inwards. Inside the room behind the doors, a massive, spiraling staircase wound down the ground-level of the castle, where he was to meet his escort and await on the carriage to take them to the West. But this staircase did not ascend, as there was another staircase that led to the "true" Royalty's chambers.
Kayneth, step-by-step, increased his pace down the stairs. This did not, nor could it, make him dizzy as he had much more important things filling his mind. Yes, Kayneth's mind was filled with one thing, and that was returning from this business trip. He didn't need to worry about being successful, as he knew he'd be. After all, who could resist an order from the head of the El-Melloi family, let alone the Queen. As Kayneth reached the final stair, he stepped into a more Eastern setting.
Despite his being from the Clock Tower, Kayneth did not hate the East like most of his colleagues. In fact, he didn't mind being there. It just meant one other place for his abilities to be showcased. Something that would cause him, Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi, to be further recognized across the Sugiura. Yes, for that is all that is needed; for Kayneth to become more, as some say, popular. But that is really not what it was for Kayneth. For Kayneth, it just meant for him to be able to let others watch his superior skills as a magus.
But enough of Kayneth's thoughts on that matter. Before he could advance further, his escort as needed, as the grand entrance ahead was the last place in the castle before the carriage awaited them. Kayneth stopped in the middle of the hallway, expecting to see his escort. But to his knowledge, there was not a single knight around, only squires, tourists, and the occasional diplomat.
"Oh? My escort is late? Hmph, if I am kept waiting too long, I shall be forced to proceed without this now-troublesome escort."
Kayneth wasn't going to give the escort long. However, of course he'd make it seem like he had been kept waiting for much longer than he actually was when he reported back. However, he wouldn't give any exact timetables so he could not be held accountable for twisting his own words around. Yes, Kayneth was an impatient man and he dislikes anything that keeps him waiting, especially something that should be there already.
Subject: Re: Waga Aruji [Private] Sat Jul 14, 2012 1:40 am
Amid the peaceful intermittent rays of sunlight shining in through the windows of the castle, soldiers and generals were carrying out orders, guarding their respective posts. As Kayneth traversed the stairs towards the grand entrance, indeed all he could see was squires and soldiers and the occasional diplomat. Why? The answer to that question was simple. The escort chosen for today is a decision that was made at the last moment, causing the person in question to traverse each part of the castle in order to find who he was selected to escort to a meeting. Naturally, it was unlike this sole knight to be tardy for any task bestowed upon him. His loyalty was as his strong as his talent as a warrior. His name was one that could not be mistaken for any other around this royal castle; Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the warrior who wielded two spears with godlike skill and acrobatic-grace. In each battle, he would fight valiantly, encouraging all soldiers to fight on in the honor of their queen and king.
In each battle, no matter how mighty or deadly a blow he suffered, he would fight on in the name of his leaders. “a loyal and earnest man who will never betray those around him,” that is the reputation he had gained throughout this entire castle. Brotherhood, honor, chivalry, and bravery were the facets he embraced most and followed them as though it were breathing. Arriving late is an inexcusable disdain for a knight, a stalwart soldier who generally follows rules down to the very bone. In retrospect, however, Diarmuid was not perturbed by his current situation. No matter how much he failed – though failures for him were few and far between – this knight would always prove that he was worthy of his title not only as Misaiko’s top knight, but as the venerable Lancer that everyone regarded him as. So, despite his tardiness, he was nevertheless certain that he would erase a failure with success.
As luck would have it, he had sensed a spiritual pressure somewhere around this castle, at the grand entrance that takes one out of the castle and into the outer-lands of the Sugiura’s people. First of all, not many people left this castle unless they were going on a mission, carrying out an errand, or otherwise entering with permission from either the Queen or King. That said, Diarmuid predicted that if someone was indeed located at the grand entrance, then it could be no one other than the advisor he was ordered to escort. Concentrating all of his spiritual energy on transportation, he de-materialized his body into spiritual particles, disappearing from his current area. In a flash, his body rematerialized in full detail as he appeared before Kayneth at the front of the entrance. Gazing upon Diarmuid, one could not help but feel entranced by his intrepid features. He was a handsome man, with quirky long hair combed roughly backward.
A high bridge of the nose and a valiant eyebrow only further emphasized his masculinity. Despite his hard cut mouth denoting a stoic air, his eyes seemed to hide a quiet grief, yet a strong, manly scent rises from him. Although this was charming on the first glance, the most noticeable trait, however, was a love spot under his eye that could enthrall and make any woman of meager existence fall in love with him with only a single glance. Yet, while some would’ve considered this a blessing, this accursed beauty spot had brought about a tragic ending that he would rather not recall. Unlike most knights who wear heavy set armor as a form of defense against an enemy’s weapon, Diarmuid’s lightweight armor prioritized his ease of movement.
Although there were normally two spears of differing sizes readied within both of his hands, he felt that it was needless to use them at the current moment. Even if danger were to come upon the man he was guarding, the spears would materialize within his hands in an instant. With a deep sigh, the scrupulous knight bowed before Kayneth, kneeling with one knee to the ground and his right arm crossing his chest. “Although I have arrived late, allow me to express my deepest apologies. I was chosen at the last moment, and most of my time was spent in order to find you. Am I correct in thinking that you are Kayneth El-Melloi?” Diarmuid asked, staring up at the high-rate magus with serious curiosity. In order to know that this was the man he was ordered to watch, he had to confirm that he was the same man Misaiko had told them about during their conversation.
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Kayneth's escort had arrived. Kayneth was surprised. Misaiko had sent him a model, not a knight. He was handsome, even for Kayneth. Kayneth examined the model before him. Then he realized that this was no model. This man was not clad in a spandex to show off his well-toned body. There was armor on his shoulder, but that is not what gave his position as a knight away. Ah no, it was the fact he kneeled. Models had no class, but knights did.
However... this knight did not know his place. Kayneth's face turned into a scowl. His jaw tightened and his brow furrowed. He stared at this... knight. His dissatisfaction would, to others, appear as quite an overreaction. However, others were not nobility. What had caused this? This knight had first of all not introduced himself first. The lower must introduce themselves to the higher. Then there was the fact that the knight had so... casually addressed Kayneth. What, does he think that we are equals?! Kayneth was ignoring the fact the knight was kneeling, but that didn't matter.
"You best learn your place, knave. You should have introduced yourself first, but that is not the main concern. You are to address me as 'Lord El-Melloi.' Not as my first name, do you understand, Knight?"
Kayneth's dissatisfaction with the knight was very evident. Misaiko may have vouched for his status in combat, but he was quite lacking in the department of which Kayneth held in highest regard: 'respecting' the higher-ups. Kayneth looked at the knight and sighed. He knew that this would only further slow things down, and it was not in his position to be late. He motioned his left hand upwards, then put both behind his back once more. He claspsed his right hand onto his left wrist and began walking towards the doors.
"Come, we do not need to be even more tardy. No thank to you, of course."
Kayneth's scornful words were finalized with an equally-scornful snicker at the end. Kayneth kept walking, his hear held high as the two massive doors opened. The knights outside raised their arms to Kayneth as he waltzed past them. He walked through the gates to where a carriage awaited them. It was quite exquisite. It had six wheels instead of four, and enough seating for a company of soldiers. However, there would only be two inside. Well, half of the seating was replaced by a bar. Kayneth stepped into the carriage's only entrance, which was held open by the driver. Ahead of this carriage were two large ox-like Guardian Beasts which would pull this massive luxury box along.
"Come now, knight. We may continue the earlier conversation inside."
Although Diarmuid found it difficult to solve what he had done to earn this man’s ire, he could neither rebuke nor disrespect him. Many people would’ve likely found Kayneth’s harsh words an insult. However, Diarmuid’s goal was to protect him. He, much as any knight-bound soldier, knows that one must stay stalwart in the face of all opposition; including something as trivial as an insult.
Actually, Diarmuid was not at all insulted by this man before him despite his being called a knave. He wasn’t some street punk, or a middleclass plebian who acts high and mighty just because of higher income. No, he possessed class. A grace that Diarmuid had long thought died out. He was a true noble. Therefore, there was not a hint of discouragement in his heart, only the drive to perform as effortlessly as possible and earn this man’s respect rather than his anger. The Knight was actually counting his blessings that a woman hadn’t graced his presence.
The love spot beneath his eye would’ve made the trip quite uncomfortable, if that were the case. “Once again, excuse me for my insolence, Waga Aruji. “ As he dutifully raised himself from his kneeling position to accompany Kayneth on their journey, he decided he would introduce himself when they entered their transportation. He walked side by side with Kayneth, scanning the area for any discrepancies. Thought it was highly unlikely that someone would be so foolish as to attack Kayneth in broad daylight, Diarmuid could not help but be cautious.
As a knight, or rather, bodyguard, one had to be prepared to protect those they were assigned without the slightest ounce of hesitation. One had to be prepared at any moment, lest they risk the lives of those they were ordered to protect. From what Misaiko told him, the man was an accomplished magus. His name was revered around the entire castle, and he was even a critically-acclaimed teacher at the ubiquitous clock tower, one of the great branches of the Mage’s association.
In other words, it almost seemed like a cruel joke to pair Diarmuid with a man who could even perhaps give this spear-wielding knight a run for his money. However, Diarmuid was confident that he would complete this mission and earn this man’s respect, though it would not be easy. The only thing he could do for now was to progress towards the next goal, achieve it, and continue forward. As Kayneth entered, Diarmuid nodded assent, as he boarded the ornate carriage with Kayneth. He sighed deeply before bringing his attention towards Kayneth. “Allow me to apologize for my earlier rudeness, Waga Aruji. I acted out of place. I was more worried that I was going to miss you, so the thought of introducing myself completely escaped me. I hope I can erase this mistake with success. My name is Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. “
Kayneth took his spot across from Diarmuid and knocked on the window behind him twice. The driver undestrood the signals to go. A whip cracked and the oxen began to run. The carriage wheeled around the streets. Kayneth already began to make himself comfortable. He leaned forward, grabbing a bottle of Ruinart Champagne. It was vintage even. Of course, Kayneth would drink no other. Something of mixed generations? Hah! How below him.
Kayneth did not offer Diarmuid the drink. He placed the drink in the silver bucket full of ice. Gripping the bottle, he untwined the metal cage under the foil. He twisted the bottle, but not the cork. As he twisted, he pulled the bottle down. Slowly, the cork began to exit until a low pop was heard. It foamed slightly, which brought a slight grin to Kayneth's face. He knew this was good vintage, but this just sealed the deal. He grabbed the glass, hand-blown chalice and poured the light gold liquid into it. Placing the bottle back into the bucket, he picked the chalice and brought it up to his mouth. He slowly sipped some of it. The taste was sublime and was exactly what he needed. Kayneth placed the glass back onto the tray, turning to Diarmuid.
"For a Knight, that is quite the noble statement. However, keeping me waiting is unexcusable, though I do have high hopes because of Lady Misaiko's word. Granted, expectations are meant to be broken one way or the other, so do not think I will treat you different until I see the proof with my own eyes."
Kayneth of course did mind that Diarmuid had not introduced himself, and the fact that he had done it to despell more delays was simply hypocritical. He grabbed the glass of the light gold liquid once more. Kayneth took another sip of the champagne, savoring the taste oh so much. He turned to the window as he set the glass down. He admired the passing city and its suburbs. Rather, he admired the fact that he was above the people who lived there.
Kayneth was of course above them in the political spectrum. However, he felt he was above them ability-wise and socially. These... uneducated masses were nothing but fodder to him. People whom he could scoff off and just walk past, knowing he was completely and utterly better than them. Yes, Kayneth would just walk past them and never speak to them. A strange, satisfied grin crawled upon his face. He knew that the truth was that he was better, smarter, and stronger than the normal Sugiura around.