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TIMESKIP INFORMATION (EACH)

KAYNETH EL-MELLOI ARCHIBALD

COURT Seelie.
TITLE Marquis, Melonlord
OCCUPATION Marquis, Magus
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Yes, via teleporting mercury sabertoothed cat.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 The White Citadel
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 (Probably) The White Citadel

MAJOR EVENTS

HIGHLIGHT
Description [ ✖ ]

PLANS
Gun for political power while trying to hold himself together and aaaauauauauauuagh

SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
Hahaha, who knows.

TIMELINE OF EVENTS

SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)

1 MARCH - Time spent recovering from the events of February. Kayneth speaks to Ryan about the hideous shit that went down... and some weird stuff surrounding Saber.
EARLY MARCH - Time spent recovering from the events of February. Green Lancer plays with adorable cat familiar until Kayneth is forced to face the fact that his Crest is gone... again.
EARLY MARCH - Gilgamesh visits Kayneth and Kayneth hates everything his life has decided to be.
MARCH 7TH - Contacts Stiles about magic training.
LATTER HALF OF MARCH - Kayneth meets Lemina and discovers the new Magic Guild... but, uh, he's not in the mood at present.
APRIL 3 - Lady Aly makes Kayneth an offer that he theoretically could refuse, but really, really doesn't want to.
APRIL 11 - Happy birthday, asshole.
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SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)

JUNE 6 THROUGH 10 - Spectating at Treun and feeling bad about things.
EARLY JULY - SHARD TRAINING WITH LANCELOT-SENPAI YEEEAH
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FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)

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WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)

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SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)

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It had been quite some time since Kayneth had had a proper appointment with someone, and so he'd spent a fair amount of time trying to ensure that he looked his best and that Gilgamesh wasn't likely to barge into his room in the middle of a conversation. April was... well. Perhaps he'd want to travel a bit more, but for now, he was simply seated in a chair in his quarters, fidgeting a bit and hoping he looked... presentable enough.

He'd had tea and biscuits prepared ahead of time, and he was admittedly a bit early but this... well, he still wasn't in a very good state of mind. He may have yelled at a fairy or two in getting prepared, but everything was ready early, and everything had been arranged, and all he had to do was wait for Lady Aly to make her appearance.

...and try not to look too on edge. There was that.

Aly Red-Hand was preceded by a liveried squire, who swept the door open and bowed. His address was swift and hushed.

"Aly Red-Hand, my lord Marquis... of Alasdair White-Hand, Scourge of the Fox, Commander of the Red Hand Company, of Clan Tzilani--"

The woman herself, in full military regalia, wearing one of the curious, fanged-and-eyeless half-masks which marked the devotees of the Blind God, swept in, waving a hand to hush him. "No need for such formalities," she murmured. Her voice was throatily rich, soft and warm.

The woman herself was short and compact, leanly muscled underneath her fine plate, her hair short-shorn and dark. A red-and-black braided thong winked in her hair, a surprisingly feminine indulgence, given the rest of her, and she extended a gauntleted hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you at last, my lord Marquis.. I only regret it's under such circumstances."

...'oh no, she's hot' wasn't really quite the reaction Kayneth should have been having here, was it... he'd really just have to put that thought out of his mind and shake on it.

"Well, it's been some time since I've met someone under ideal circumstances, so there's no need for regrets," said Kayneth with a bit of a wry smile. "So really, I'd just invite you to sit down and have some tea and biscuits if you'd like, Lady Red-Hand. Of course, if they're not to your liking, I could easily have something else sent up.'

When she was still enough, a sense of electricity, of magic, gold-edged, hard, cool, lapped the air around her. The faintest scent of ozone. Even though the mask had no eyes, she seemed to see Kayneth by some other sense, and her face turned toward him unwaveringly. She gripped his hand, the firm clasp of close associates and comrades, before leaning back.

"Regrettably, I'll decline the repast," she informed him, corner of her mouth hooking in a curious smile. But her legs folded and she sat, curiously elegant despite the armour. She was straight backed, hands set upon the arms; dignified enough that it seemed a throne. "My nature restricts my diet to blood and magic."

It was clearly not meant in jest.

"But I won't keep you in suspense for the lack. Though I believe I was reasonably politic in my correspondence, I hope that I was... most clear, in what I was offering."

...oh no, she really was hot. And a vampire, apparently, but those two things weren't necessarily exclusive. Though, it did make it feel like a bit of a faux pas that everything that he was offering happened to be things she couldn't actually eat or drink...

"Ah... well, my apologies for that," he said, looking a bit embarrassed. "I should have considered that to be a possibility... but, well, yes. There were admittedly a few different ways it could have been taken, either in terms of vengeance or some way to regain my lost abilities --- or a suitable replacement for them."

He paused a second.

"Of course, it could always be both..."

Her smile deepend fractionally, and she leaned forward a little, legs crossing neatly. "Think nothing of it, Marquis," and her serpent-forked tongue flicked, tasting the air. "I far prefer to do my own hunting."

The sharp nails of one hand tapped delicately upon the wood of the arm of her chair. "I can replace your abilities, first and foremost. But vengeance I might also be able to supply. I've made good for myself, hunting shardbearers in the past, well outside of pitched battle; it is not beyond me."

"Duly noted."

...was that hot? He wasn't entirely sure, to be completely honest. And... really, that was the answer he had been hoping for, more than anything else. So he'd go ahead and take a biscuit, then.

"Well, the former is definitely something I want, so we'll limit things to that. There's very little I wouldn't do to regain my abilities, so I'm open to whatever terms you'd provide."

She smiled, more boldly now. "In that case, the process is... quite simple. I have a number of contacts, both criminal and more legitimate, who can provide the necessaries: what I propose is that I act on your behalf in these circles, for a finder's fee, to procure the items which would grant you the sum of your old abilities... or more, should it be within your means. What I would recommend for ease of use would be ancient boons from slain shardbearers; often magical ability was imparted in materials, gems, metals, and so forth. For our purposes, they would need to meet certain specifications: small, easily sterilised, not harmful to the biomes on the interior of the human body, and so forth. Once these are collected and modified as necessary, I would use the work of a smith and the skills of prosthetics surgeon ex-shardbearer to fashion a biological lattice which could be implanted subdermally."

She paused, forked tongue flicking. "Paper thin, ideally. Such a lattice would diffuse these nodes of magical power, make it effectively impossible to pinpoint their location within you, protecting you against the same harm which occurred earlier. Ideally along the front of the ribcage, I would imagine. The efficacy of this device and its return of your power could easily be tested before implantation to assure you of its quality and... efficacy."

,,,well, he absolutely couldn't say no to that, could he? It... wasn't the same, certainly...

"I imagine that couldn't be passed on an inheritance, then..." he said, sounding perhaps a bit down. "Well, I suppose I've already made my peace with that end of things, and that sounds absolutely perfect otherwise. And, well... I am in a position where I stand to make a reasonable amount of money, so I certainly wouldn't object to paying you more to push things a little further."

"No; but another could be made, if necessary. Expanded upon." Her lashes lowered over her dark eyes, assessing him behind the veil they made.

She smiled, slowly. "Very well. You need only inform me when to begin. I'll have a contract putting the details we just discussed into print, just as a formality for our records."

"...well, then, there's absolutely nothing I can complain about," said Kayneth, smirking a bit eagerly. "I've already got a bit of gold set aside, so we can begin as soon as you have that contract ready. Of course, I reserve the right to read it carefully before signing on, but..."

...he could have literally everything back the way it was. It would be a little different, granted, but...

Her smile grew, and she moved to stand, extending her hand for his.

"I'll have it delivered to your offices on the morrow, of course, and await your word. I'll admit, I'm looking forward to the project."

"As am I, but that was likely easy to guess," said Kayneth with a smile as he went to go ahead and shake on it. "I'd hope that you can keep me updated, but I'll certainly understand if that proves impractical for various reasons."

"You needn't fret on that account," she purred, very nearly a tease. "I'll provide updates by the fortnight. As they say in Treun, the only thing a mercenary's better at than battling to the finish... is accounting."

"Good, good," said Kayneth, trying not to seem a bit thrown off by that almost tease. "Well, I look forward to them, then... I'll have the contract signed and sent to you as soon as possible."