Log from Tillip's Perspective.
Anthony walks in from Central Plaza through the Sliding Glass Doors.
Anthony has arrived.
Anthony stalks into the bank, with two Ginaz Bodyguards who appear
to be
unarmed. He is wearing the latest fashion for nobles on Kaitain
and looks very
impressive
A Guild agent rushes over to the Guards and says in a high-pitched
rasp, "Pweeze
take these guards outside! this is neutral territory! No guards
permitted!"
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IC Tillip
Guild Always keep them guessing
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IC Anthony
Ginaz Help out a Newbie today.
43s
OOC Carstairs Moritani
Bringing my lord his night-cap
21m
OOC Nils
Alvstad Counting my coppers.
52m
BOT MudNet
Admin See 'mnhelp' for information
6m
BOT Webster
Admin See '+help +spell' for information
7m
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Anthony looks at the agent and says in a neutral voice "Sir, these
are aides and
not guards".
Anthony clutches his walking stick firmly.
The agent asks, "Do you have business here, sir?" His eyes blink
but he
otherwise does not flinch.
Anthony stares at the man, both hands on the cane "Indeed I do....show
me
someone of authority here my goodman, I have very little time to
spend here"
The agent looks the man up and down, "If you have business before
the Guild you
may approach any junior teller alone. Otherwise you'll be evicted.
The Legate",
the agent emphasises, "has very precise rules."
Anthony looks directly into the Agent's eyes "And I have precise
objectives". He
turns to the Guards "You may leave, Gentlemen". He then turns to
the Agent and
says "If you would check your archives my goodman you will see
why I need to see
someone more higher than one of your minor Tellers".
The Guards walk off, and leave the bank.
The agent yawns and takes out a notepad. He pulls out a stylus,
and exhales in a
bored fashion. He blinks a few times to focus on the notepad. he
addresses the
pad rather than Anthony, "Name, Number in line, and with whom you
are
affiliated."
Anthony looks at the pad and says "Baron Anthony Ma-Falkenheyn,
Number 250,
Affiliation to the Great House Ginaz". He seems to be as disinterested
as the
man.
The man takes a deep breath and says, "Well, he doesn't like to
be pestered by
the riffraff, but I suppose that since this is the Legate's free
hour, I can ask
him if he'll see you." The agent looks Anthony up and down and
then laughs
shaking his head. he marches off into the throngs of moving bodies
that move
back and forth in the room.
Anthony smirks in humor and looks around the bank hall "They ought
to provide
this place with more ventilation.......the people who work here
seems to have
the oxygen sucked out of their brains. I would not be surprised
if the brains
themselves got drained out" he remarks aloud to no one in particular.
He stands
errect in the center of the room, both hands still on cane.
The people scurry away suddenly like frightened fowl, leaving a
huge vacuumous
asile of inactivity. One solitary lonely figure walks ponderously
towards the
waiting House Minor. The Legate Tillip Soreen comes ever closer
with each slow
deliberate step. Soon the loud metallic phelgmatic wheeze from
his mask can be
heard as he looms closer and closer.
Anthony
Anthony is a giant for a youth of his 19 years. He stands roughly
80 inches and
weighs some 225 pounds. This extraordinary-looking young man is
an excellent
example of the free-mixing of races in the House Ginaz. Chinese,
German and an
unknown heritage has all contributed to his magnificent and unique
looks. His
tanned skin looks almost bronze in the glistening of the sun and
his hair is
deep, fiery red. His eyes are black and his teeth are evidence
of fine
maintenance. Anthony wears a devastating smile and is very, very
good looking,
radiating charm and command. He usually reserves the former for
females. For the
men however he keeps a silent, reserved, even somewhat hostile
demeanour.
Tillip
This man's skin is very pale, and his eyes are brown, but seem to
have no spark
of life in them. The sides of his head are shaved leaving the yellow
brown hair
only on the very top of his head, and it runs back down the base
of his skull
into a ponytail held together with Krimskell fibre. Over his mouth
is a black
triangular mask that looks like the muzzle of some terranic beast,
or the mask
worn by some divers on such planets as Caladan. It completely covers
his mouth
and nose. The mask is secured to his head by two straps which crosscross
behind
his head. From the apex of the mask a long segmented tube runs
down to a large
boxy device on his chest. The tube can move flexibly as need arises,
allowing
the wearing full mobility. The boxy device to which it is attached
sits squarely
on the wearer's chest. The tube runs into it at the top. It is
black like the
mask with only a few buttons and knobs on it. Only one button on
the device
deviates from the collour scheme, it is green. Near its extreme
edges are two
cylindrical bulges.
He is wearing a long grey suit. The jacket, which zips or buttons
up on the
inside right, is solid light grey. The chest has been cut out to
allow for the
dark black boxy device he wears. This exposes the shirt he wears
underneath the
suit. Its a very bright white with a very long delicate collar.
The jacket comes
down to mid thigh, and the same belt that holds up the light grey
slacks -- with
the black piping -- also weaves through holes in the jacket holding
both
articles of clothing. His gloves and his shoes are spotless obsidian
black.
Tillip just looked at you.
Anthony looks up at Tillip. His face remains relaxed, as if he is
used to seeing
the officers of the Guild. He begins a slow walk to the Legate,
his gold walking
stick swinging slowly.
Tillip stares at the House Major and enquires quite loudly, "Who
... are ...
you?" He unhooks his hands from behind his back and intertwines
them underneath
his device.
Anthony stands before the Legate, and resumes his eariler pose "I
am Baron
Anthony Ma-Falkenheyn, of the House Ma-Falkenheyn. Courtier of
House Ginaz and
Lecturer of the Ginaz Academy. I tried to make an appointment with
you but your
Secretary was so, ah uncooperative that I just had to see you personally",
Tillip states matter of factly, "This is because ordinarily I only
see important
people." He walks closer to the man and then circles him with feline
fluidity.
He stops just to the left of the Count, and leans forward, placing
the palms of
his hands on his knees. He rasps a whisper through the mask towards
the Count's
ear, "You should feel lucky that I am both in a benevolent mood
and this is my
free hour. I have decided to assist you." He states a little louder,
"Do not
take my hospitality for granted. It is only ..." he pauses only
to wheeze,
"temporary."
Anthony looks into what seems to him to be the remains of Tillip's
face and says
"I believe I am a Baron of the Imperium, sir, not a Count, and
I am very
gratified with you're taking the time with me. I do wish to reciporate
by
getting my affairs settled quickly and hence saving both our times".
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_____________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Anthony_____________________
Fullname: Anthony Ma-Falkenhyn
Faction: Ginaz
Title: Count.
Position: Courtier
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Tillip waves his hand dismissivly, "Your title is meaningless in
here. Within
these walls I am sovereign. And you" He turns to fix Anthony with
his gaze, "are
just the customer." Tillip snaps his fingers and instantly an agent
appears at
his side. The agent fidgets nervously and keeps glacing towards
Tillip,
sometimes termbling when he does so.
Anthony smiles at Tillip and laughs aloud "Good....then we are both
equals.
Shall we get down to business ?". He then glances to the Agent.
There is an audible gasp from virtually the whole room, and the
agent standing
beside Tillip runs as far from Tillip as he can possibly get. Tillip's
eyes
simply narrow, "What did you say?"
Anthony glances towards the whole room "Are we not all the Customers
of Fortune
?".
Anthony shoots a glance at the fleeing Agent and catches him in
his stare. His
eyes are cold.
Tillip stares down the man, and pronounces very softly. The room
is utterly
silent as the agents all look at Tillip as they huddle together,
seemingly for
protection. He speaks quietly, "No one." He says slightly louder,
"noone in this
room even closely approximates my level, Little Man. All here are
clearly my
inferiors. You will remember your place, or not only will you be
... evicted,"
he wheezes while his eyes narrow even farther, "But House Ginaz
will be ...
shall we say ... punished."
Anthony coughs slightly and looks up at Tillip in an apparent comparison
of
height "I am a noble of House Ma-Falkenheyn. I am on business for
House Ma-
Falkenheyn. Any 'punishment' will have to be directed to House
Ma-Falkenheyn".
There is a little tiny barking sound the emits from the Legate's
mask. It causes
some of the agents in the room to faint away, white as ghosts.
The legate says,
"I determine who gets punished. I would suggest," he says idly,
"that you
apologise."
The look on Anthony's face softens a bit, as if something tells
him he has been
very harsh in his words. "You have it sir".
Tillip looks at Anthony and says in mild suprise, "But you are still
standing. I
said -apologise-." The Legate looks at the floor beneath Anthony's
feet.
Anthony smiles and suddenly pulls up his trouser legs, and lets
two knee caps
fall to the ground beneath Tillip. "Those....will be my knees for
a long time,
the bend before you sir".
Tillip simply says in a metallic monotone, "Lower."
Anthony taps a button in this pocket and the knee caps bend lower.
Tillip takes a deep rasping breath, and says, "I give you one more
chance to
apologise properly. When I see you have fallen prostrate before
me and are
sincere in your repentence, I will then dispense with the absolution.
But this
..." He takes another deep breath, "Needless delay has begun to
... annoy me."
A sharpnel from out of nowhere flies towards a little child. Reacting
like
lightning, Anthony leaps to tackle the child, shielding it's fall
and hacking
the sharpnel with his free arm. He lands prone in front of the
Legate.
Anthony looks up at Tillip and says "I think this is satisfactory
?".
Tillip idly makes a long low sighing sound. He says, "it disgusts
me to see any
man debase himself before another. get up. Your attonement may
be sufficient. I
must contemplate it." He looks at the child, "You should have let
it die.
Children are forbidden in the Guild Bank. I have strict rules.
Return it to its
mother, or whatever, and tell me why you are here." The Legate
produces a
chronometer and after reading it, declares, "My free hour is nearly
up."
Anthony leaps up, send the child scooting up. He looks up at Tillip
and says
"File 30402AX-Marc. My investment of 51.60 in the Hagal Glass Jewel
Mining
Operations. I want to see the accounting, the level of returns
and when it will
be sent to my account".
Tillip snaps his fingers again and a tiny ledger, about the size
of a small
wallet is brought to the Legate. He looks at it, flips it open,
reads it and
then hands it to Anthony at full arm's length.
Anthony looks at it in detail. His grave eyes are ligthened when
as he reads it.
His grim lips seem to curve upwards. Anthony returns the file to
Tillip and says
"Congratulations Legate. I had thought my father had made a fool's
wager when he
invested in this project. The HGJMO was barely bringing in 1000
solari a year
when he started the investment, now it is 200,0000. The original
diveden was 5%
, now it is 11%. I see my House's money is being managed by able
hands. Thank
you for your time, and please forgive and excuse my eariler behavior.
I trust I
can continue to deal with your Bank at the same arrangement as
my father did ?".
Tillip doesn't touch the ledger, instead the ledger is taken by
a nameless
agent. The Legate folds his arms under his device and says, "The
next time you
come here, you may use a teller like everyone else. This will save
you from
embarassing yourself again. Now ..." He says turning away, "Leave."
And with
that word, activity resumes the normal pace of hubub as the Legate
slowly walks
back to his desk.
Anthony looks at the back of the Legate and then walks out quietly.
Outside and
far, far from the hearing of the people in the Guild, he remarks
to his Guards
"It's a pity such an efficent orginisation has to be run in such
a ruthless
manner". They then board a staffcar.
--
He[God] ceased; and the arch-angelick Power[Michael] prepared
For swift descent; with him the cohort bright
Of watchful Cherubim: four faces each
Had, like a double Janus; all their shape
Spangled with eyes more numerous than those
Of Argus, and more wakeful than to drouse,
Charmed with Arcadian pipe, the pastoral reed
Of Hermes, or his opiate rod.
_Paradise_Lost_ Book XI, Lines 126-133
(Michael and his 'choice of flaming warriors' set off for Eden)
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