Mintor and Sisay reunite

["Jason Howson" <howsonjay@mediaone.net>]

Dune III (Mintor) - Wednesday, January 16, 2002, 1:24 AM
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Lounge -- Imperial Hotel (Kaitain)
The lounge of the Imperial Hotel serves as a more casual alternative to the prestigious dining room. Even though simply decorated everything is of the highest quality. The tables are made of the finest dark hardwoods of the Imperium. Exquisite paintings are spaced evenly along the walls. Portions of a cloth tapestry lies behind glass frames behind the bar. The meta-glass window on the south wall provides a view of the Circle of Stars. Servants stand ready to answer the needs of patrons.
Exits:
 Arch <E> leads to Lobby -- Imperial Hotel (Kaitain)
 Corridor <NE> leads to Dining Room -- Imperial Hotel (Kaitain)

 

You take a seat at the window table.

 

Parlain enters from the hotel lobby.
Parlain has arrived.

 

Sisay enters from the hotel lobby.
Sisay has arrived.

 

Mintor sits at the table by the window, gazing out at no particular object. He hums a tune to himself, sounds faintly like 'Mo Ghile Mear'.. a mug of spice beer half drunken on the table..

 

Sisay walks in the Lounge with her mor or less usual antourage of two guards and ... a mysterious third person. She smiles brightly as she recognizes the tune and proceeds directly towards Lord Mintor's table, instructing the waiter on her way to deliver her a cup of hot tea and whatever her company would prefer. With a graceful curtsey she greets: "Lord Mintor... a pleasure in meeting you." She's all a smile, although her little hands tremble a bit.

 

Her mysterious companion is hardly a mystery at all. <<The stains become a warning>> He pauses to pass his order to the waiter, before moving to join his esteemed companions. "My lord," he greets, bowing his head gingerly.

 

Parlain just looked at you.

 

Mintor raises an eyebrow, and his eyes go wide in surprise.. he looks down to the table.. no.. he hasn't had too much spice beer yet.. he stands straight immediately and bows.."Are my eyes deceiving me?! The Lady Sisay Ginaz, as I live and breathe." He takes a second to turn his gaze towards Parlain.."And to you, Master Demerick." he turns back to Sisay, bowing again, this time he takes her hand and kisses it gently before letting go.."Please please, join me.. It has been quite a long time since I've been able to speak with you..I regret the fact that I could not speak with you more privately at the Bajazet fete.. The Lady Elsa says that you've been quite busy with your studies.."

 

Sisay

 

        Tall and athletic, the Lady Ginaz is a picture of active youth, strength and loveliness bound up in the garb of noble breeding. Long, flowing hair of fluid ink bounces in fat curls over her broad, strong shoulders, framing delicate features: dollish in their way, her delicate nose and warm, full lips play happy check with large eyes the shape and hue of almonds that peek out from beneath her inky tresses. By no means a classical beauty, the quirkiness of the young woman's features only accentuate her radiance.
        Her mode of dress is equally quirky, a vergance of styles: from head to toe she is seathed in blood-coloured silk, embroidered with the irridescent forms of Ginaz dragonflies - gleaming silver at one angle, violet at another, they scintillate in starfield brilliance against the tightly-moulded background of the dress itself. The collar of the garment is high and clasped tight about her throat, but her limbs are not so distracted; at elbow and knee the garment flares dramatically to create flowing skirt and cuff alike, winged liquid folds from which delicate white hands and ornate golden slippers peek beneath their borders. About her waist a belt of floridly etched silver oblongs has been tightly cinched, elegant and lovely; white jewels glitter at the center of each segment. To complete the ensemble a velvet shawl has been draped over her shoulders, black softness shining with the snowy droplets of pearls sewn into the fabric. Showing clearly all at once the virtues of delicacy and demure charm while hinting at the hot blood beneath its enclosure, the gown is a triumph of elegant subtleties.
        At Sisay's wrist is a remarcable piece of art. The bracelet is made of black opals and perls, woven with the purest gold on a delicate silver mounting. The Ginaz firefly emblem is woven onto it aswell, made of many small rubys and perls. It fits the Lady's wrist perfectly.

 

Sisay blushes as her hand is being kissed. <<Oh my God!>> However she tries to hide her nervousness by hiding them between her robe's folds as her dress is really strange to her. Better a pair of pants and a vest. "Thank you, My Lord... I see you've met my uncle's Mentat and Head of Assasins" she says, trying to remember his long title, of course mistaking part of it. "And I see you've met my tutor also... You're full of surprises, if I may say so..." She takes a seat, motioning towards Parlain to occupy a seat near her.

 

"The Lord Atreides and I are acquainted only by reputation, I assure you, my Lady," Parlain concedes, eyes lingering upon the Atreides Lordling in an effort to retain that image: the stark Atreides profile, those trained reflexes, and the tell-tale qualities of Ginaz school training. <<First in ten generations, if memory serves>>. "It is an honour and a pleasure, my Lord." And as the lady offers her Mentat a seat, he is obliged to accept, though he waits until Lord Mintor is seated before he takes his perch. It is the right of his social better.

 

Fahahd enters from the hotel lobby.
Fahahd has arrived.

 

Fahahd paces in, quietly. His face is as bland as ever, though there's an air of tension about him that's unusual. If anything, he almost seems shaken.

 

Mintor takes a seat as the trio sits.. Mintor, Sisay, and Parlain are sitting at the table by the window, all seemingly quite jovial and excited for some reason.. he looks to Sisay.."I make it a point to follow your progress. I think you'd be quite upset if I -didn't- have an interest.. And i've never met Master Demerick, like he says.. only by reputation. But names and faces never elude me. Now.. how is it that you've managed to escape your lessons and make it here on this night?"

 

Sisay, Parlain and Mintor are seated at a table, engaged in conversation.

 

Parlain
A tall man, nearly two meters in all, and whip-handle lean, with strands of muscle showing in his shoulders, wrists, and throat. A face comprised of angles: Facets, Planes, and Shadows, only adds a certain depth of mystery to his all-encompassing green eyes. A thin line of beard along his jaw line serves to accent sharpness of his countenance as surely as blood on a knife's blade. He walks with a strange grace and curious timing for one so tall, though he is seemingly unhurried in every action he takes. He remains, by choice, startlingly bald, and his lips bear stains of a most subtle red hue.
Dressed uniformly in black, he derives but the barest hint of colour from the badge he wears: The silver-purple dragonfly of the Ginaz, on a tasteful armband that encircles his right bicep. A long coat, carefully split for ease of movement, graces down to his knees, where the fold of his weight boots hovers, creased and comfortable.

 

Sisay smiles secretly. "I got word of your whereabouts... and I thought I may enjoy a break aswell. Did you know I'm preparing as a planethologist?" she says, casually looking around the Lounge. Noticing Fahahd of whom she didn't hear in quite a while, her face brightens and gestures a more or less discrete wave in hope of being noticed. <<This would be interesting... would an atreides greet the harkonnen... and vice versa?>>

 

Fahahd ventures a rather wan smile in Sisay's direction, anda nod of the head. He settles himself at the bar, and orders what looks like a vodka.

 

The Mentat briefly acknowledges the entrance of the Harkonnen. <<Armed, and trained>>, he notes. He remains, however, pleasantly inactive, listening and watching until addressed.

 

Mintor smiles and nods.."Of course I know.. And I encourage it whole-heartedly.. Who knows what planet your experience might bring us to in the future.. but it is good that you get some fresh air.. Can't have you burning out, or getting so lost in the books that I'll never be able to get you out." he looks to Fahahd and gives a noble nod to the Harkonnen Aide. << Obviously Sisay has not heard the rumors of Mintor and Ulricke.. Might be a good thing..>>

 

Fahahd returns Mintor's nod with a faint one of his own, but his attention is very obviously on the vodka. He's nost nursing it as he usually does.

 

Sisay is generally skeptical to the rumors, but she would've given signs had she heard anything yet... Her smile is cute and refreshing as she looks into Mintor's eyes... eyes one could fall in love with... "Studying books is a new thing to me... I used to have... uh... hands on experience until now. I hope Lady Elsa didn't make me look like a library rat, although last night I fell asleep there..." She giggles and grabs her cup of tea once served and starts sipping slowly from it. "Do you use much... spice?" she asks looking at the beer in front of him.

 

(OOC) Parlain is afraid that he is going to have to fade out here... I found my self dozing off... I don't want to wake up with a keyboard impression on my face. ;)
(OOC) Parlain grins. Assume that I've... remained as a silent observer, or some such. G'night, and thank you for the RP. I'm sorry that I have to be a downer.. :/ Farewell!
Parlain has disconnected.

 

Mintor smiles.."No no.. the Lady Elsa has nothing but kind words about you.. She keeps me informed more than some other people in your household.. And I library is never a bad place to visit.. I for one am a fan of hands-on experience myself.." he looks down.."Oh no.. not much at all.. If I didn't drink this spice beer, i wouldn't have any.. I think the spice is for old coggers who refuse to die naturally."

 

Sisay laughs. "Yes, my thoughts exactly!" She takes another deep sip from her tea then asks casually. "And what are the news in house Atreides? I hope Her Grace is well..."

 

Mintor nods.."She's quite well.. Everything is running smoothly for us.. I still have yet to speak with your father though.."

 

Sisay lowers her gaze to stare intently at the dark brown liquid in her cup. "My father... I see..." she pauses for a second then asks: "Why is that really necessary?"

 

Mintor reaches out and touches your hand.."Believe me.. If it were up to me it wouldn't be necessary at all.. Please don't take this wrongly.. but I know your father was not the man I met at the Bajazet party.. which is why I wanted to speak with your personally..It's just thhat the formsa must be obeyed.. He's just a small obstacle right now.. We will overcome this... If you want to.."

 

Sisay's hand freezes for a second, enjoying the feeling of being caressed. But she removes her hand from under the warm touch onlt to clutch her cup of tea, sipping nervously from it. "You know, me and my father... we don't get along very well... Although he'll obey my uncle in his decissions. It's just I ran away from him on Marcinko. My uncle brought me here and I thought of it as a sanctuary... Guess life's not what one expects... "

 

Mintor smiles and nods.."I understand all too well.. I'm sorry.. I really did not wish to open and old wound.. but it did strike me odd that he arrives now, after all this time.. And you know that if you need someplace to go, you're always welcome at the Embassy or the Estate.."

 

Sisay smiles warmly. "My Lord is too kind. But I will have to deal with this in my own terms. I am not a girl anymore, nor will I be treated like one. Especially not from my father!" Her voice is low, almost casual, thanks to her excellent training in selfcontrol. "Elsa is helping me with this..."

 

Mintor nods.."i did not mean to patronize.. Just stating that you'll always be welcome in my House.. And if there is anything else I could help you with, don't hesitate to ask.. It seems that your father and uncle do not believe that you are ready to marry.. I have no opinion on the matter, since that should truly be for you to decide.. I just want you to know that there's no rush.. I'll always be here."

 

Sisay smiles. "I always thought that Caladan would be excellent material for a thesis..." She look at you and sighs. "It doesn't really matter if I'm ready or not. I just wish that we marry in the best moment for both houses. The rest, needs time and patience in deed..."

 

Mintor smiles, nodding to the last statement, and tries to change the subject before he gets too caught up in emotion.."Caladan? Why's that?"

 

Sisay giggles. "Well, to be admited as a planethologist, I need a thesis on a subject concerning a foreign planet. And I think Caladan might help." She beams a delighted smile in your direction.

 

Mintor smiles.."Excellent.. Does that mean that you'll have to travel there?"

 

Sisay bursts in laughter. "I was actually thinking you could lead me... After all... it is your fief..."

 

Mintor shrugs.."Why of course.. It is only fair. I myself have already spent time on marcinko.."

 

Sisay giggles. "I know... and..." she chuckles "If you wish, I would like to train with you... Swordmastery is still my dream and hobby... and lifesaver."

 

Mintor smiles and nods.."Anything I could teach you, I surely will.. It's quite a coincidence.. I heard that the Lady Harkonnen is going for the level 7 tests.. I was thinking about doing the same myself.."

 

The Lady's eyes glimmer for a second. "Oh? Ulricke? I heard you know her..."

 

Mintor nods.."We're good friends.. Went through the Academy at the same time.."

 

Sisay gaze lowers while taking a quick sip. "But she is a... Harkonnen?" she asks, but it seems the her real question is completely different.

 

Mintor looks questioningly.."Yes, and..? My brother Praxton was great friends with her father, the Baron..." He looks.."This isn't about our friendship is it..?"

 

Sisay's eyelids narrow for just an instant. "Actually it is. Because... she is my friend also. And I hope that will not be a problem in the future..."

 

Mintor shakes his head "Of course not.. Why would there be any problems? Unless.... AH! Those baseless rumors!" He looks around at some of the staff, who now seem to cower and find other things to do under his gaze.."Those rumors are baselss.. If you -must- know.. when I ran into her here, all I could talk about was you.. It was just that some ill-mannered waiter overheard our conversation and twisted it all wrong.. No.. I have no problem at all with you being friends with Uli..." he seems to have let his anger get more of a hold on him then he wanted.. he settles down, takes a swig of the beer.."Forgive me.."

 

Sisay smiles brightly and nods. "It's allright. And I think it is a good thing that we have at least one friend in common." She sips from her tea, watching Mintor closely. "She and Fahahd were of great help for me in my first days here. And, yes, I know Ulricke's reputation... but she was very nice to me and I like that."

 

Mintor nods and sighs.."I'm sorry.. i don't mean to get angry.. It's just that you're the last person I want believing that trash.. It's bad enough that I have to answer the looks from other people.. and the fact that I know it'll be brought up the second I step foot in the ginaz EMbassy.."

 

Sisay rolls her eyes to the ceiling. "Believe me, I know! Everyone except my uncle criticises me about my friendship with Uli! And you wouldn't believe what rumors reached my ears about myself." She beams a merry laughter.

 

Mintor nods.."Yes.. I did hear those rumors.. when I got back to Kaitain, and found them to be quite baseless also.."

 

Sisay nods. "In that case we are even." She winks and finishes her tea, looking worriedly at her watch.

 

Mintor looks.."You must go?"

 

Sisay sighs deeply as her guards silently approach her, as a reminder of her schedule. "Sister Elsa gets angry when I'm late... It was a distinct pleasure in chatting with you, My lord. I hope we can do this again..."

 

Mintor stands, he gently takes hold of your hand.. such a gentle touch for one so trained in the sword.. he bows down to kiss it.."Until next time, my dear.. I long for the time when we no longer have to worry about time and curfews.."

 

Sisay cannot but blush and gently conceal a smile behind her other hand. "In deed, My Lord... Farewell..." She curtseys quickly and rushes off, lead by her guards. The waiter looks at her and back at Mintor then shakes his head. Again she runs from men. At least this time she isn't screaming anymore...

 

Mintor chuckles and sighs to himself...Is this ever going to work...

 

Sisay has disconnected.