Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

How could I not? Lucian snorted, wheezing out a restrained chuckle. They honestly believed that just because there was only an honor guard present it was a soft target. Then you walk out calm-as-you-please and they collectively shat themselves, I was almost an afterthought. Even if I maintain the higher body count. The elevator doors slid open with hardly more than a whisper, revealing a smirking Chase dressed down somewhat, missing his waistcoat and wearing trainers better suited to outdoors activity along with his slacks and the dress shirt that, absent the slimming black jacket, showed off his broad, sturdy shoulders and respectable musculature. I was wondering when you'd come around, the young butler said lightly as he strode out and offered a hand to his Lady, escorting her into the lift that closed behind them and took the brief descent to the garage. They cleared me for a Mark II. Tops out at just shy of three hundred kilometers per hour, but it handles better than a low-armor Mark III. 'Course, the way I remember it, it was when they did notice me that they actually started trying to run. My mother was, after all, the 'Nine-Branch Goddess of Death.' I can still feel the welts she gave me in training, sometimes. His shoulders rolled for emphasis, the elder Cadence smiling in wistful reminiscence. But yes, our youngsters make quite the daring pair. Though I doubt they'll match up to what we got into at their age. With a soft ding, the chrome doors once more slid open, and Chase hefted the bag that Alisia brought down, slinging it over his shoulder with a casual grace born from years of careful grooming. Of course, even that speed would be overdoing it on inner-city roads. So it's a good thing we're heading in the exact opposite direction. He shot the young woman a grin as he secured her luggageknowing better than to ask what it was she was bringing or whyand nimbly hopped into position on the seat. There wasn't a sidecar, of course these machines had been built for warfare, where a passenger wasn't expected on mechanized cavalry, but there was plenty of room behind him to perch on reasonably comfortably. Chase teaches Alisia the virtues of decorum and propriety It didn't take an effort of iron will not to be distracted by the feel of Alicia pressed against his back, or her arms around his waist, but he didn't purposefully ignore it either as he started up the machine. Cuirassers were complicated technology interwoven with advanced magical theory that the Cadence family kept on very tight lockdown, and even starting their engines was only possible for the mages the engine was specifically tuned for. Decommissioned units like the Mark II he and his Lady were mounted on were exceptions, though, requiring just a key and a current of magical energy. Alisia teaches Chase how to live a little The engine hummed to life, quiet enough as to fade into the background even at full throttle one of the many works of enchantment upon the design. Even revving the engine didn't produce a particularly bothersome noise, but the vibrations of the frame weren't dulled in the least and sent a mighty thrum up each of their spines. Thank you for riding Cadence Motorway, for your safety please keep all appendages as close to center mass as possible... He chuckled, looking over his shoulder at his companion, neither wearing or needing helmets thanks again to the enchantments of Cadence engineers. And if you feel the need to take off, please don't drag me with you. Just because you can handle that kind of G-force doesn't mean us mere mortals can. Even if he wasn't fully human in the traditional sense his father was called Wyrmwell for good reason. And ultimately both families are stronger for it. Even if you don't choose the young miss to inherit your position. The rapid-deployment blast doors the garage used to lead outside sprung open, and the Cuirasser and its riders accelerated away, zero to sixty in under ten seconds and only speeding up from there on the private grounds. There wasn't an ungodly roar of machinery, but that didn't stop the rush of wind as they passed from disturbing the greenery. In their wake, one of the groundskeepers took out a small crystalline medallion and channeled a tendril of energy into it. A crystal token in Lucian's breast pocket chimed softly, and his brow furrowed in consternation. Those tokens weren't used for idle chatter it was a direct line to him as the head of security only used to report high-risk situations. Removing the artifact in question and pressing it to his skull just behind his earlobe, he answered the page with a pulse of his own power. Wyrmwell, sitrep. He blinked at the reply, ...What do you mean they left on a Cuirasser? Another handful of seconds ticked by, and he slid the trinket back into his pocket before sighing. Speaking of, he said, turning his attention back to Brivear, It seems our wayward progeny have decided to go joyriding, heading off into the grounds. I'll task a scout crew with finding them do you want them brought back or just observed?