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Private The Eagle and the Dragon

Discussion in 'The Elysium Fields' started by Haytham Kenway, Jan 13, 2018.

  1. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Occupation:
    Bodygaurd//Templar
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
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    January 5th-Year 7
    @Visenya Targaryen

    Haytham had so many plans. So many visions of what could happen here on Pandora of only the Templars would become involved to make this place better. It would not be overnight, no movement like this was. But it was possible, and Pandora would be so much better, ordered, and stable for it. How one could argue that keeping Pandora in it’s state of constant chaos and ever shifting horrible things was supposed to be a good thing was a damn nutter.

    For now though: things would move slowly for the time being. He had, after all, narrowly escaped an encounter with his beloved Assassin son, who was under every impression that he should be dead and should stay dead (he couldn’t wait for Family Easter Supper where all the food was poisoned, he could see it now). Moving too fast would betray to his son that his father was up to no good Templar business. And while Haytham knew it was only a matter of time before he would meet his son again in this never-ending battle of theirs, he would need to set up the chess board and get pieces moving before Connor did so first.

    The first pieces on the board he fully expected to be mere pawns. Namely: his bodyguard association would be filled with bodyguard types. People more apt towards brawn rather than brain. And most he interviewed came across as merely that.

    But this one, this ‘Visenya Targaryen’ (yet another unusual name in a host of unusual names he’d encountered since coming here), was quite superb. After watching her go through the ‘interview’ process (which was a series of tests in a mock area testing her ability to fight, move quickly in a crowded area, and be discreet), she was easily the highest scorer out of all the others. She even managed to find ways to protect the ‘client’ that no one had ever thought of before.

    So it was no wonder that she was the first on his list of accepted choices.

    And Haytham had every intention of being there to welcome her at the job orientation the next day, while usually new recruits were simply shoved along to a more well-knowing or senior bodyguard Haytham would be doing this personally.

    He was wearing a pinstripe suit, a red tie, and for some reason his tricorn hat somehow matched the entire ensemble. That and he was wearing a sword and pistol at his hip. Somehow, the man made the combination of modern and colonial all tie in together.

    ”Lady Visenya Targaryen.” Haytham greeted as she entered the warehouse that yesterday she’d done her entrance exam in, extending a hand for her to shake, ”I am Haytham Kenway. Allow me to be the first to welcome you to Cross Protection Services. I will be walking you through everything today in order for you to get started… if you don’t mind.”

    She shouldn’t mind. The owner of the company getting her started on her job himself? It was unusual, but then again she was an unusual woman…..
     
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  2. Visenya Targaryen

    Visenya Targaryen A Song of Ice and Fire

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    Visenya Targaryen had been living in Morhall for a couple of months, and found the place beautiful in a wild, fiery way. Morhall reminded Visenya of home; the Queen had grown up in Dragonstone, located on an island, with a volcano beneath the castle, to help the dragons hatch, grow and feel at home. The dragons loved the heat and Targaryens, the blood of the dragon, were more inclined to heat than cold. And winter had come sooner than Visenya had expected. The eldest Targaryen had been told that winters came every nine months and had found the notion puzzling. People in Pandora knew exactly when winter would come and that winter would last for only a few months. Winter was one of the reasons the Targaryen Queen liked Morhall; the town inside the mountain provided warmth even when snow and winds threatened from the world outside. Visenya feared cold and snow and felt better hidden in Morhall, but money was starting to get scarce.

    Money was the reason why Visenya had left Morhall the previous morning and why the Targaryen was leaving again. A few days earlier, Visenya had found a placard, placed by an organisation which needed bodyguards. Having created Aegon’s personal guard and, with the skills in wielding a sword that Visenya possessed, joining that organisation seemed like a reasonable thing to do. The tasks Visenya had been giver were easier than expected. The Dark Sister was in Visenya’s hand during the mock trial and by the end, Visenya was certain she was better and faster than other candidates, each younger than the blond woman and each a man.

    Today would be the day when a senior bodyguard would give Visenya the final information before the Targaryen could start working for the organisation. There was snow outside, so Visenya put a black fur cloak over the crimson dress. The dress was the colour of fire and blood, the Targaryen colours. The man who greeted Visenya when she arrived was also wearing red details, combined with strange, striped fabric. The man said the name of the company’s owner when they shook hands (a strange custom, but Visenya had learned to accept and shake hands without arguing). Visenya thought for a moment about the strangeness of the situation; the owner of the company wouldn’t be greeting in person just any new arrival. “Many thanks, Ser.” said Visenya. Looking around the building where the texts had taken place the previous day, Visenya offered the man the closest thing to a smile. Somewhere behind Haytham’s back, a young man was walking with an older, more distinguished looking man, who was showing the boy around. “What an interesting place...” Visenya spoke again and added, very bluntly: “Does the owner of the company personally come to greet all new arrivals or only the selected few?” Visenya’s smile turned into a smirk.
     
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  3. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Occupation:
    Bodygaurd//Templar
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    52
    Now that she was a bit closer, Haytham could see that her mannerisms and armor came across as medieval rather than particularly futuristic. Of course: there were all sorts that came to the Bodyguard Service. Some came with experience of soldiers in their respective worlds. Some with the relative experience of adventurers looking to find a job where they could settle down with family. She on the other hand looked as if she had walked out of the world of King Arthur and his Knights of yorn.

    But as for her question, and his answer, that was an entirely different topic than her weaponry choice and her question of dress. He smiled back at her smirk.

    ”Lets just say I take the time with those who’ve impressed me with their audition.” He allowed, giving her at least that bit of a pride point for her day. ”Your skill is quite outmatched, even in comparison for the others who auditioned and passed.”

    Indeed: during hand to hand combat she completely trounced the other men who were half larger than her. And she succeeded in protecting the client from an assassination attempt with a far quicker and cleaner method. Others just started firing their blanks in the air. She waited and got in close to dispatch the threat.

    It was impressive, hence the personal tour.

    They passed the Locker rooms and showers, the break room, and of course the briefing room: which had a board filled with assignments.

    ”Each person is usually assigned to a client, and with that client a team. Which could range from twelve to two, depending on the client’s needs of course.” He gestured at the board, where the Client’s face and name, and the bodyguards they were assigning to them were connected. ”Do well for the Client, and they can add you to recommendations for others. As you can request a Client as well, though the ultimate decision is up to myself and the Client.” He raised a brow, ”I don’t think I need to explain when I say that failure to impress, failure to protect, or failure to be professional could result in a bad reputation. Which means your choice of Client diminishes…. As does how much you get paid.”

    Young and haughty bodygaurds who would insult Clients were unneeded and unwelcomed. This was a Service, after all. The Client was paying good money for a professional who did their job. And people with skills were a dime a dozen in this world of Pandora.

    ”Now: I think we can assign you to your first Client.” Haytham took out her file, which had her application in it, opening it and pointing out the part that was particular. ”It says you have a mount that allows you an advantage on escort missions. Care to explain?”
     
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