2608/Shizue and Lute Meeting

Shizue and Lute Meeting
Date of Scene:	11 July 2015
Location:	The Citadel - Pleasure Palace
Synopsis:	Lute and Shizue meet up and chat a bit.
Cast of Characters:	188, 835

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Lute (188) has posed:
     The Pleasure Palace is busy as always. The various Confederate officers are throughout, enjoying the countless worldly pelasures. Lute himself is currently sitting amongst a pile of pillows, laying back against them. His arms are spread out atop some of the pillows, a glass of wine in his right hand. While the place is fairly busy right now, he enjoys watching the people coming and going. He lifts the wine to his lips, taking a slow sip as he looks around.

     He isn't taking part in any particular activity aside people watching, though. But, this is simply something he does on occasion. Relax, lay back, and wait for an ally to catch his eye. Once he encounters someone who interests him? Then, he'll speak to them. Learn about them. After all, bonds between allies is quite important.

     Of course, even still, many of his allies avoid him. He is a divisive figure, after all. Brilliant in his ways, but... Something of an idiot. But, still, should he see someone that interests him, he'll approach them himself.

Shizue (835) has posed:
The sound of wingbeats outside the Confederate Citadel alight in the mid-day's air, descending with a cluster of black feathered birds - ravens to be specific - nondescript and innocuous to be sure. Mundane.

But from out of that cluster, steps a white winged figure not much larger than the birds, one of a mechanical nature upon visible inspection... wearing an obscuring mask of Japanese make.

Iron crow's feet scrape against the surface of the Citadel roof before latching on firmly, as a hand rises and sweeps the mask sideways... revealing a pair of ruby-esque optics and blood-colored hair. Her natural face is much akin to a stone mask, quietly analyzing the entrance area below.

And then, words, "...First time I've been here, unaccompanied. ... I'd best introduce myself."

In a space of time, the teeny 15 centimeters tall, doll-like, figure's meandering eventually winds her up on the island of the Pleasure Palace. She hovers loftily just above the average walking height for anyone coming or going from the foyer doors, not wanting to run afoul of anyone or obstruct them. Her taloned feet come to rest upon a table's edge - latching before they vanish in a burst of light only to be replaced by long, thin, leggings against the table's surface. And with them, every inch of the armor she was wearing as well... replaced by her standard model's outfit.

"Hmm..."

Lute (188) has posed:
     Lutes eyes turns to the small doll. He recognizes the model. Though he is not the expert upon Shinki, he has looked them up for social reasons. After all, a few are within the Confederacy, and some are within the Union. His eyes lock upon the Shinki. A Mizuki model. Quite fascinating. He knows that Fubuki and Mizuki are both relatively rare models. He wonders if this could be Fuki's new 'sister'. He doesn't want to assume, though.

     He is near enough to her for him to be heard. And so he speaks, rather casually. "Mm. Hello, Mizuki-model. It's not often I see Shinki coming through. Let me introduce myself, on the off chance you're not the model I heard on the radio earlier. Logan Nathaniel Trieste, code name, Lute. A pleasure to meet you. Mm. Come here. In fact, I can carry you over here, if you want."

     Something slides out one of the pockets of Lute's labcoat. An Unown, a strange black letter shaped Pokemon with one eye. It turns to face downwards, and floats over to Shizue, remaining impossibly level with the ground, and an impossibly steady pace. It is offering itself as a ride over to Lute.

Shizue (835) has posed:
The tones of a familiar voice catches the doll's eyes, sure enough. Red optics trail across the room, head moving like a curious raptor bird that has had its curiousity roused. She stares, momentarily, in silence at the source - taking in the details with a silently analytical demeanor. Her only other movement for some moments, even as the Unown approaches, is for slender fingers to brush stray strands of crimson hair aside.

"...Yes, I recognize you. My sister has spoke of you... well... vaguely." Admittedly, she hasn't had much time with her sister recently due to her training... the sparring match last night being the first lengthy encounter in a while.

She takes the invitation, stepping onto the oddly-shaped Pokemon with a dexterous and purposeful stride She remains reticent for the time being though, giving Lute plenty of space to speak as is her nature...

Lute (188) has posed:
     Lute smirks a bit, wondering what Fuki has said. They have had some interesting experiences together, the both of them. Still, he assumes it is all good. The Unown carries Shizue over, floating right in front of Lute's face. Shizue is now at eye level with Lute, and his eyes look within those artificial eyes. A hand reaches up. He reaches for one of Shizue's small hands, taking it incredibly gently. And he leans to kiss it, as best he can, in greeting.

     "Well. You're fairly beautiful, I must say. It's a pleasure to meet you in person." Of course, Lute talks like this to most women. But, that is still a distinct point: He views Shinki as much as people as anyone else. He smiles at her, softly.

     "So... I didn't hear. How long have you been active? And how are you liking the Confederacy, or at least what parts of it you have seen?"

Shizue (835) has posed:
Shizue allows him to take her hand with no real resistance, but when he kisses it there's a subtle avoidant shifting of her gaze from his. Her artificial cheeks flush a bit, pristine porcelean is stained momentarily with simulated embarassment. "...I... appreciate the compliment, sir." She remains formal, respectful, of her perceived superior regardless of any relations he may have with her sister. "...the pleasure is mine."

In the space of a few moments, she has alighted on the arm of the couch nearby him... pearlescent wings emerging from the slipway only long enough to carry her. Then they, along with her mask, vanish again.

She opts to stand, rather than sit however. Slender fingers trace the tightly knit ponytail hanging off one shoulder as she thinks. "...Not long. I was kept in the shadows by my Master until he felt I'd had enough formal training. Yesterday was one of only a few times I'd spent with my sister as well. ... That, too, was training." She pauses for several more moments of thoughtful quiet, before adding, "I am a commited individual, my feelings of those I serve do not factor into my loyalty. ... But it has been a pleasant experience thus far, thank you."

Her eyes find his again, "...So you are my sister's...?" She leaves blanks to fill as before...

Lute (188) has posed:
     Lute smirks at the blush. He's actually surprised how much luck he has had in that aspect recently. Making women blush, as opposed to scaring them off with being overly perverted. He still isn't sure what he is doing so much differently to have changed that innate reaction.

     He listens closely as she talks, paying close attention. So, for some time now. But... Still rather new to the world. He nods, slightly. "Well. If you ever need help with more training, I'm willing to offer it. While I know you've spent some time training, there are countless styles out in the Multiverse. ...Though, I doubt you'll take to monster training as readily as your sister has."

     And then, he must address the relationship with her sister. Lute ponders a bit, obviously thinking of how best to say it. He lifts his hand to Shizue's head, petting it just slightly.

     "...Well. I've taught your Sister some in Pokemon Training. I consider her a friend. Maybe more. ...I don't know how much she has told you about me, but. I'm a man who is connected to several women. ...Dating several women. Your sister knows this. Don't worry. I don't really expect the same relationship with you."

     A smirk. "So, how has everyone in the Confederacy been treating you, so far?"

Shizue (835) has posed:
Shizue finally emits a soft chuckle, her reticence breaking ever so slightly to reveal a less professional, more open, individual. In dulcet tones, she replies to the first bit, "...I'm not so keen on controlling creatures as my sister, no. But they are my friends. ... I know a few 'monsters' personally I very much enjoy the company of.", her voice rising every so slightly at the word very for emhpasis. "...Maybe you remember hearing them."

And the next bit, though, she visibly balks... composure momentarily lost, eyes whirling and jaw starting to go slightly slack.

...But she collects it, before it hits the proverbial floor. She then clears her throat audibly, folding arms a bit, visibly flustered as her eyes become once more avoidant. "I - I... see." WHAT WAS HERE SISTER DOING THAT SHE WASN'T AWARE OF?? How unseemly!

"...I appreciate the offer, sir." She's formal again, but it eally only serves to highlight how that little revelation broke her mind... and her comfort zone. "I will consider it. I know my Master would wish me to train for as many situations as possible and make...."

Pause. "...friends in the Confederacy." Her slender fingers trace her arms, a tad nervously. "Surprisingly, hey treat me quite well considering mym subordinate position. I am grateful."

Lute (188) has posed:
     Lute catches the reaction. The flusteredness. The confusion. Lute is trying to hold in a bit of laughter. Yeah, she seems a lot more sheltered than Fuki is. But, after all, Fuki has been acitve a lot longer. Shizue is new to this world. And, Lute doesn't want to try and overload her.

     ...Or at least not too much. He'll probably do something before they part to freak her out. He isn't sure what yet, but he knows that he just has that reaction on people.

     "Well. For the monsters, are you talking about... The puppies? ...Though, I'll need to introduce you to my own pets one day. You've already seen one of the Unown. I'll introduce you to the Rancor, Imima and Mr. Crabs one day, along with my other Pokemon. After all, you're likely to be fighting alongside them."

     He smiles a little more. She is at least is interested in training, and getting better. That's always a good spark for a new Elite to have. He nods a little, "Well. My training methods are made for Monsters, but can easily be applied to others. I've also been doing naval combat practice. So, I can help you with that as well."

     And, a smirk, "...Why wouldn't they treat you well? you may be a subordinate, but. So are a lot of people here. ...Besides."

     His finger moves to rub her forehead yet again.

     "Not many are as cute as you." With that, he leans in to kiss her on the cheek, unless stopped.

     This'll probably be what pisses her off, he realizes suddenly.

Shizue (835) has posed:
At the attempted kiss, Shizue displays both deftness and comical adherence to standards of professionalism... leaning away even as he moves in until she's almost slanted at a fourty-fve degree angle visibly. Her arms remained crossed, face like stone, but there's an intense redness to her porcelean cheeks that is undeniable. Fuki might have loyalties to other men, but Shizue's one and only was her Master. Lute was going to have to try a lot harder to break that stone wall down. "...I see." Her voice regains some minor semblance of decorum again. "You are a very friendly individual, I can see why my sister likes you." No, not really. She's going to grill Fuki later, oh yes.

Should he continue to pursue, he wil likely get a face full of suddenly there wingspan. If not, well... she'll stay put mostly. Shes not going to latantly disrespect a superior if she can help it. Shizue's resolve was steel!

"...You mentioned you might require my assistance at some future time. What is it that you... do? I apologise for my ignorance in advance."

Lute (188) has posed:
     Lute stops trying the very moment he sees Shizue go to a steep angle. He blinks slightly, looking at the small Shinki. A shrug, and he pulls back. "Well, I'm a pretty likable guy. And Fuki and I have known eachother for a while, even if we haven't met in person much." A sigh, "...But, your Master did find it weird. He doesn't seem to.... /mind/ Fuki and I dating, but he finds it odd that I'm dating a non-human. " He doesn't realize what effect these words might have on Shizue.

     He ponders a bit as to what he does. It's a hard question, mostly because Lute does so much. He looks to the ceiling, making a small noise as he thinks.

     "...Welllll, for a start, I help out where I need it. But, overall, I'm mostly self serving with my mission choices. I help those I consider my friends a lot, though. But let's see, I tend to steal, seek rare monsters, perform /really/ massive heists... Stuff like that. There isn't a lot I /don't/ do, really."

Shizue (835) has posed:
Haven't met in person...? Much...? The relationship Fuki had with this man was swiftly devolving into even more questionable perversion in Shizue's mind, her CMS just ripe with ideas that probably were't true. It was growing out of control, and visibly flustering her even more - as the nervously animated fingers and toes of the teeny robo would show. WHAT KIND OF WEIRD THINGS WAS HER SISTER INTO ANYWAY?!

Not that the idea of a Shinki ad a Human sharing an emotional bond was odd... it was what they were made for. "...Well..." She starts, as the words 'non-human' leave his lips, "...Shinki are produced for the emotional and physical gratification of Masters. That in itself is not altogether odd..." It's just unusual for one to be some commited with one who is NOT Master.

"...But then, my Daimyo is a very wise and understanding Daimyo whose control of his person is unparalleled." Her train of thought audibly derails, mometarily, with a jarring quickness as she uses the term 'Daimyo' to refer to her Master as visions of a proud, wise, and... wiry Samurai wearing spectacles sitting astride a horse flit through her mind.

*Pop*

Optics blink rapidly, and the redirect themselves toard Lute's face as she realizes she fell into a fantasy world again. "Oh... I see." She didn't hear most of what he said, but she got enough to operate on. "So you are very... capable... individual with broad horizons. I respect that." Or just very brain-addled, she thinks privately.

"Well... please do give me a summons if you have need of me in the future." Her eyes find the door quickly. "I have some business elsewhere to which I must now attend. It has been a pleasure." And, with that, her wings are out from the slipway again... the teeny robo preparing to part ways within a few moments or so after an elegant little bow toward his person.

Lute (188) has posed:
     Lute smiles, trying not to laugh at the Daimyo bit. He knows that Shizue is missing a /bit/ of something in the use of that word. He shrugs a little, "Well, if you love your Master, that's all that matters, right? Fuki loves him too, just... Different'y than how she thinks of me. Hell, not even sure what she feels for me could be called love, at least not yet. ...Maybe just affection?"

     ...But, he has little time to say much more. For she is leaving, after that little weird fantasy she has. So he shrugs, smirking one last time.

     "It was nice to meet you. I'll call you when needed. Don't worry, I have big things planned that you can help out with. Impress your master."

     And with that, Lute goes back to lounging.