Guidance Office

Chuya · Apr 15, 2003

Nub jumped as the counsellor spoke to him. He now realised how suspicious he must look. He looked up guiltily and, almost whinning, replied softly:
Y..Yes, Sir.

But it suddenly struck him that Takron had not mentioned the Ukep and he secretely smiled to himself. He wouldn't have to give out his oh so precious recipe after all. Like any good Alchemist, he liked keeping his inventions to himself. He took a deep breath and faced his tormentor.
Well, Sir, as i have stated before, I have only read a few pages and was you know the journal starts right in the middle of a passage so I didn't quite grasp the whole thing. However, I managed to understand that you were around 15 00 and seemed to be quite a ... He wondered what term he should use Mischievous pupil. 

He cleared his throat in a rather nervous way and, after having glanced at the still closed door for a second, resumed his summary.

You seemed to be with a few other pendragons - older ones - , and - if you will allow me to say so - , Sir, you didn't seem to be up to any good. You were speaking about hiding the... stuff... In some hidden location ... He paused.

And that is basically what i understood, Sir.

Shadowlack · Apr 15, 2003

Suddenly, Takron burst out laughing. he couldnt help it. all the tensions drained out of him for a moment as he threw back his head and roared.
"Well," he finally maganed to gasp out, "That's not exactly how I would have put it, but good enough." despite his effort to regain his composure, his eyes crinkled again at rememberance of Nub calling him a naughty school boy, and the... uncomfortable - to say the least - way he had said it.
"So," he finally managed to say, in what he hoped was a firm voice, and cleared his throat before going on.
"Nub, I believe you to be a basically intelligent young pendragon who has grown up in a normal high skool atomosphere. I don't think I need to detail to you exactly what was referred to by 'stuff'. I , um, also don't think I need to tell you that this matter will not be discussed outside this room. Do I make myself quite clear?".
He looked sternly over the rim of his glasses at Nub. He didnt really need glasses, but he always kept a pair on his desk for just this ability - it was strangely intimidating to the person on the receiving end of the look. Then he cleared his throat again and asked,
"Now, I also need to know, because this will make it much more serious: were any people named in that journal? And no, before you answer, take a moment to remember that I will know if you even half-lie. Now, answer me please." he said.
Unfortunately, he was pretty sure that he'd named at least a few of them... it would be too much to hope for otherwise.

Chuya · Apr 19, 2003

Though he had not anticipated it, Nub relaxed a little as the counselor began to laugh. He straightened up a little and allowed his flame to sway easily. He wasn't scared anymore, the laughter had, in his eyes, made Takron's mask fall and he now saw him as the pendragon he had met aÂ little earlier that day. He cleared his throat noisily and began:
Well, I do believe I understand what 'stuff' meant and no, Mr Takron, all that has been said here will not go out.
His tone of voice had changed. It was far from arrogant yet confident and unafraid.
Anyway, I wouldn't have anyone to talk to about it ... This school, or Academy as they call it, is entirely made out of goody-goodies anyway.
As Takron mentioned the names, Nub began to wonder wether they might turn out to be a good way of taking his revenge. Blackmail ... Afterall, none who could make him feel so humialited and afraid, and who could get him to say 'Sir' deserved to go unpunished. But then, he had promised ... What's a promise anyway ?! Who cares about them?They're made to be broken ! He looked up to see the now less cold eyes of the counselor and decided that he had taken enough time to 'remember'. He didn't need to remember.
He closed his eyes and visualised the pages while describing their contents. Ever since he had learned to read, Nub had had the ability to envision entire texts, hours after he had read them. This was only possible when he was fairly relaxed. Had he had the will, he might have had top marks and been a bright pupil.
The passage described in your journal, Counselor (he wouldn't get him to say 'Sir' again), takes place in a dark room. You are in the company of 4 other individuals. The first is Thupi, who seems to be a little older than you - 200, 300 years - Â and the one you seem to know the most. If i am not mistaken, he seems to be the one who introduced you to the others. The Â three others are Tallaj, Paulaj and Jaral. Tallaj, an imposing figure, seems to be the leader. Paulaj , his girlfriend, Â of whom he is extremely possessive, appears to enjoy making him jealous by flirting with Jaral and Thupi. Jaral seems to be Tallaj's follower, sidekick. Tallaj, Paulaj, Thupi and Jaral, those are the names mentioned in your journal.

Shadowlack · Apr 4, 2013

He wasn't really surprised as Nub rattled off the names. It would have been too much to hope for otherwise, really.

Something about the way Nub said it made Takron wary. He wasn't sure what, since he knew, from his spell, that Nub wasn't lying, just taht his instincts weere screaming at him that something wasn't quite right. He just wasn't sure what was wrong.

Takron was silent a long moment. He was trying to think of how to bind Nub to silence, because a promise from someone of Nub's age and disposition meant virtually nothing. Especially with the added temptation of blackmail... no, he would have to find some way.

Two ideas hit him simultaneously. He hated both of them, but couldn't think of any others.

The first one was to do a memory wipe of the recent day's events on Nub. There were two problems with that: one, if Nub's resilient young mind was stronger than Takron's, the memory Â block would fail - extrmemly debilitating and humiliating for takron. The other problem was, even if it did work, the memories might surface at some later date, at which point Nub would have an even greater grudge against Takron.

The other idea which occurred to Takron was possibly even worse. It was to actually introduce Nub to the people he had read about, and Takron could explain how Nub had stumbled on their information. That way, Nub would know that if he squealed, he would have some of the planet's most wanted people on his back. Or, there was always the po'ssibility that Nub would get sucked into the business like Takron himself had - which would certainly ensure that he wouldn't rat on them. But Takron didn't like the idea of blackmailing Nub with some of the world's most dangerous criminels... nor was he at all certain that he wished on Nub what had happened to himself.

But he absolutely was not about to let Nub out of his sight without making absolutely sure that Nub would, in his effort to assuage the grudge Takron was sure he harbored, turn into a goody-two-shoes.

But what to do? It had been several minutes, and Nub was probably wondering what the hell was going to happen to him. Finally, Takron decided to put the decision to Nub. He knew that whatever he chose would haunt him for the rest of his life. Why, oh why had he brought those damn journals into the office? But it was to late for that now.

Sighing, Takron finally looked back at Nub, his eyes and expression deadly serious. "Nub, I absolutely cannot let you out of here until I am absolutely sure that you will not squeal on what you have read. And no, your word will simply be enough. What do you take me for, an idiot? No, Nub, I was 15 once too, as you have just discovered." And here no trace of a smile crept into Takron's eyes or expression. "Now, I can think of only two ways to make sure you don't rat. If you have any other suggestions, feel free to express them, and I will take them into consideration.

"The first thing I thought of is a memory wipe of today's events. You're supposed to be bright, Nub, so I won't go into details about the various problems that could pose. Not to mention being quite unethical and illegal, but as you've also just read, I don't always stay on the right side of the law.

"The only other thing I could come up with is for me to actually introduce you to those people you just read about. Tell me, Nub, are any of your family in the Law, and do you yourself keep up with Ramath's events? Both unnderground and above." Takron paused a moment to let Nub answer.

OOC:
Ok Rika, it's finished now! Ehhe.

Sieben · Apr 20, 2003

A young silver backed femme pendragon that carries a familar scent comes in through the front doors of the academy and makes her way to the office. She carries along with her a small bundle of blankets upon her back in a baby carrier. Get to the front office and goes in through the door that leads to the desk at center of it. Gets up on the corner of the desk with her forepaws and looks to the one sitting behide the desk with clear orbs, but seems to be a bit happy really. "Can you inform Takron, that someone has came to see him?"

Chuya · Apr 20, 2003

Nub had read about mindswipes gone wrong once and wasn't about to let Takron risk it. Some of the pendragons who had been mind swiped by the Graders, reknown spies, began to recover their memories a few years later and 2 of the went mad. No, he wouldn't let him do that to him. He wasn't eager to meet Tallaj and his followers either. Though he was one of those goodie-goodies who populated the academy, he wasn't about ot get into such deep trouble either. He didn't want to end in jail or murdered. He was maverick, true enough, but not a criminal.

Well, counselor, as I do not wish to be mindswiped - I know of the consequences - , I have but one choice. I have no family. Though I may not look like a smart one, I do follow what goe on in our world, Mr Kuulkes.

Shadowlack · Apr 4, 2013

OOC:
Hope you dont mind if I steal the secretary a while! I'll give her back, I promise! 

BIC:<center>In the Main Office
 The frazzled, harrassed-looking secretary looked up from the files she had been sorting at the woman who had just walked in. However, she couldn't helo smiling at the little bundle on the woman's back.

Looking back up at the woman she says"Well, I'll need some information from you first, but then it shouldn't be a problem."she turned to her computer screen.

"Your name please? Also address and 'port number*, and your relation to Mr. Kuulkes."She turned to look at him expectantly.


Back in the Guidance Office...
Takron sighed again. Looked at Nub. "I see. Tell me, have you ever heard of or read any of these names anywhere before today? Remember, I'll know if you're lying." he reminded the boy. He picked up his visual-'port and began dialing a port number, while keeping his eye on the niotie.

OOC: *I'm thinking a 'port number would be the equivalent of what we know of as a telephone number, and a visual-port would be a telephone, except you can also see the person you're calling, and vice versa.

Sieben · Apr 20, 2003

Looks to the secretary for a moment then away from her. "I'm Spiral...I have no address, no port number. Takron is any old friend of mine...", sighs a bit and looks back to the secretary for a moment then turns away from her, walks over to the doors into the office and sits down beside them.

Chuya · May 1, 2003

Nub closed his eyes, his jet clack ears twitching slighty. He tried to recall the content of the news scroll he had been reading only a few hours ago. he cleared his throat as he envisioned it's different parts and then opened his eyes again, studying the counselor's face. For some reason he felt as though he had read about the 'dragons, yet he couldn't remember seeying those names before.

- No, Mr Kulkes, those names do not ring any bells though I might see what you're getting at. They wouldn't, by any chance, have something to do with Sha Rytt and his Dealse Inc, them underground drug dealers?

Shadowlack · May 3, 2003

"19436" Takron said, speaking the code rapidly into his visual port as a face appeared on the screen on his wall. "Logged," said the face, and disappeared.

In the pause in between, Takron said grimly to Nub, "Tallaj is Sha Rytt, kid." 

Then another face, a different one from last time, appeared on screen, and Takron spoke into his 'port again. "I'm calling for Tullaj on urgent buisness. Plese tell him that his old friend Takron wishes to speak with him on a matter of some urgence."

There was a pause while the receving 'dragon processed this information, and spoke a few short, clipped phrases into another line. Then she spoke through Takron's screen again. "Code?"

"19436," Takron replied swiftly.

The face disappeared again, and Takron looked back at Nub. He sighed. Waiting again for someone to get back to him on the 'port, he said to Nub "Tallaj rose on up and is now co-head of Dealse Inc, which he helped to found and create and make it what it is today. And, of course, you realise that 'Tallaj' is not his real name... what parents would name their kid 'Seller'?? The policedragons would love to get their hands on his real name. All of the names in their are pseudos, you might as well know.

Anyway, Paulaj is still with Tallaj. In a way, they've always hated each other, at least that's the front they've always put up, but there's obviously more to it since they're still together. Tallaj even sometimes uses Paulaj to seduce secrets out of his employees and enemies alike. A useful asset.

Here Takron paused a bit. He'd fallen in love with the beautiful, witty Paulaj almost the moment he'd first seen her, and, prompted no doubt by Tallaj, she had often taken advantage of that fact. Takron had always resented Tallaj in that capacity although he had ecery respect for the man otherwise. He just didnt like the way he used Paulaj. In the end, Takron and Tallaj had gone their seperate ways, and Takron hadn't seen Paulaj since.

But that wasn't the issue here. So, clearing his throat, he went on, "Thupi broke off from Tallaj several years ago and attempted to start his own firm. No, Nub, I won't tell you his firm's name, since I doubt that you will ever need to know. For your sake, I hope you never do.

"Jaral still works in Tallaj's Inc., head of one of the smaller, if important, branches. Hates Tallaj's guts, and periodically attempts to take the company over from Tallaj. But he's a good man and an extremely efficient and good worker, so Tallaj keeps him on."

Here Takron paused for breath, and suddenly another face appeared on the screen. It was masked, but Takron had no doubt as to who it was. A thrill of excitement ran down his spine. He hadn't been at all sure that Tallaj would choose to remember his old association with Takron. But there was something of fear, too, in that thrill. Tallaj could very well blame Takron for writing down the occurences, and then keeping those journals in an unsecured locale. And it was not generally a good idea to get on Tallaj's bad side. He was, after all, one of the most powerfull men in Ramath-Lehi's underground... .

Shadowlack · May 3, 2003

Suddenly the audio 'port rang, and takron pressed the listen button. The secretary's voice fromt he main office told him that a woman named Spiral was here and wished to speak with him. After a moment's hesitation, the secretary also added that she had a baby with her.

Takron barely refrained from groaning. Oh, he was glad to have a child, although it was quite unexpected, and that it was Spiral's was a nice bonus, but of all the bad timing!

After a short pause, Takron replied "Please tell her that I send all my love and fervently hope the child is mine, but that I am urgently occupied right now with a student, and that I won't be able to see her till this evening. I believe my adress is on the computer isnt it?.

The secretary replied that it was, and Takron told her to direct Spiral there and that he couldn't wait to see her this evening. The he rang off and concentrated once more on the masked figure. Something seemed slightly unfamiliar about the figure, but Takron just put that down to not having seen the man for many years.

Shadowlack · Apr 4, 2013

The masked figure seemed to glare at Takron, a snuff escaping from it's jowls. Ears had been pinned back as it never let it's side or even paws become in view of Takron's viewing area. The figure was quite dark, and even seeing the mask was quite difficult...

"Takron..." the figure began with a slight growl, voice hoarse and raspy, quite manly like. "What brings you here?"

Masked face seemed to get closer to the screen, taking in the sights of where Takron stood. It noticed Nub in the background, but barely.

"And what is it you need that made you bring that nioti?" It was all so curious. Dun dun dun.

Sieben · May 3, 2003

Nods slowly to the serctary and leaves the office. Heads down the hall to the entrance of the academy then looks back over her shoulder towards the office. Licks her nose and goes out of the place. Goes to the place that she was informed to and waits inside for him.

Chuya · May 4, 2003

Nub had been staring blankly at the screen, taking in all that was being said to him. A child? whose child? He wondered. The thought that Takron might have children or even a wife of his own had never occured to him and until then had seemed very far fetched if not impossible. But as he had heard Tallaj's voice he immediately stopped thinking and observed. He studied the strange cloaked figure. He smiled a little helplessly as he heard Tallaj call him a niotie and looked and Takron to see what he would say.

Shadowlack · May 23, 2003

Takron looked over the figure in the screen very carefully. Something seemed not quite right... but finally he sighed and gave up. What with the mask and the dim lighting, it was impossible to tell what was wrong. He would just have to be caredul what he said, in case this was some setup.

Takron shook his head angrily. What was he doing worrying 'bout polive set-ups? It had been so long since he'd been in the business, he's thought he cleared everything out of his system. but apparently not.

Now he focused once more on the figure on screen.
"Hello old friend, remember me?" he asked in a would-be-casual voice. But even to Takron's ears his voice sounded strained.

"This niotie here? Oh, he has everything to do with it." Takron swallowed hard before continuing, clearing his throat nervously.

"Well, if you may remember, I used to keep journals. One of the reasons you never told me your real names, only code ones, in case someone found them.

"Well, you evidently seem to have made the right choice. It's been so many years since i was involved in anything, that i wasn't too concerned about what happened to the journals.

"You may have heard that I was recently emplyed as Guidance Counselor at my old school, Janardan." and here Takron couldn't resist cracking a grin, because Guidance Counselor was the last profession anyone would have even dreamed of at the time when Takron knew Tallaj.

"Anyway, young Nub here broke into my office and picked up one of these journals here.

That's about all there is to it. I was thinking that you could probably...deter...Nub from doing anything with his newfound knowledge of the underworld, better than I could."

And then all Takron could do was wait for whoever was on screen to reply.

Shadowlack · May 23, 2003

Taking a deep breath, the acclaimed Tallaj appeared to get closer to the screen, masked face in the direction of Nub once again.

"A trouble maker then, eh?" A chuckle came from them. "Good."

A shake of a cranium and mask was uplifted from it's face, though it was still unclear as to if its full figure and face.

"Niotie.. What do you think you were doing, reading an elders belongings, eh?" A light growl escaped from them as a flicker of ears occured.

"But in a more serious tone.. Whatever you read.. You must'nt repeat..." Tones seemed faultered by this time, hestitating for quite the moments...

Chuya · May 24, 2003

The cloaked figure had began to scare Nub, but as the hood fell, he felt a little more confident and looked him right in the eye, without showing the slightess sign of fear. Yet, he did not look like his arrogant usual self, his eyes were filled with what might have been awe and respect.

Well, denying something to me usually incites trouble .
As for the little that I have read, I will not repeat. this promise I have already made to Takron, but, apparently, he does not take me seriously.

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