A Meeting, Of Superiors... (Any, Teachers too!)

[The Historian]

The Foggiest of nights, and the doors to the Academy Proper open to unleash the hellacious fog into the main area. Arriving from the cloud of chilled particles was The Historian, carrying his briefcase as ever, straightening his tie upon entering. He immediately, with a deliberate slowness, moved to the nearest desk, which was a reception desk. The receptionist was out. He opened the briefcase, and inside, was a Laptop Computer.

Or what passed for one. In fact, it was more of a holographic display, with a singe bar at the top of the briefcase, which displayed, through the wonderful advances in D-13 technology, whatever The Historian felt like viewing.

He passed through the roster of students currently enrolled in the academy, noticing a few who had taken his Magical Studies classes. Many had washed out. It was expected. No sympathy for those not fit for Magic.

He passed his fingers over invisible keys, another D-13 Technological advancement, digital keyboards. Words appeared, next to certain students names, classifying them on their strengths and weaknesses. It seemed as though he was sorting them.

As though he had plans for each of them.

As though... They were his expirements.

He sat at the desk, concentrating intently on the screen. Music started to play lightly from the technological advancement inside his brief case. A light beeped, and he pushed a button, and began lightly mumbling to himself, speaking to someone through an implanted communications chip in his ear.

Yet, for some reason, he had an aura about him that yelled "MAGICAL! WATCH OUT!" After all, he knew everyone person in the Academy, and could mimic and defeat almost any attack sent against him, in any magical fashion. He was the leading authority on all secluded and rare forms of magic, almost all known to him but the ones that were lost millenia ago. And even then, he knew most of those.

Yet, he surrounded himself with machinery that could do the work that magic couldn't. He was almost a blend of the greatest parts of both; He could bring forth any summonable entity there was, or hack his way through a security system.

However, he had one vulnerable part. Of course, only one student had ever figured it out. And Hakfu Song was strangely missing...

[Brandon (Tech)]

Tech, the deformed cyborg, stood watching the teacher's apparature in complete awe. His eyes, the original and the mechanical, beheld machinery that he would just love to get his hands on, as Tech supported himself against a wall with one of his artificial hands. The thing was beautiful, simple as that, and he would like nothing more than to be able to hold it, to touch it, to analuze what techno-magical wonders that lay within.

Tech was himself a technomancer, his magical talent allowed him to see patterns and create things that blended the principles of both science and magic, in all their forms. After a few moments of oberserving the object and the man, undoubtably a teacher or similarly powerful individual, Tech decided to try his luck. It was not easy for him, he had never really felt brave since his... accident, and the fact that his analytic right eye picked up quite extraordinary readings of energy didn't make it easier. "Excuse me, sir" Tech said, his voice quivering slightly. "Would it be possible for me to have a look at your machine, or one of similar design? Please, I don't mean to be rude, but it would mean a lot to me if I got to examine such an... object"

[The Historian]

The G-Man gave a sideways glance to the cyborg. Immediately thought processes kicked on within his mind.

Name: Brandon Thomas
Alias, Tech
Nationality, American
Height, 6'4'' 2 Centimeters
Weight, 169 lbs
Age, 17

Almost at the same time, the computer infront of him displayed the same information, using infrared heat and vision techniques to discover any being around it. It beeped the information, and projected it to somewhere distant.

G-Man clicked a button, and the screen disappeared, replaced now with a web-site, even though the Academy wasn't known to have any Wi-Fi or land-line broadband connections. G-Man smiled wryly, and then turned to 'Tech'

Why, Yesss, my young, pupil. Thisss, iss my Comp, uter. A, basssic lap, top if, you will... Nothing, exstraordinary...

His varying sentance structure and pronouncing many words with the stress on the wrong letter caused him to give off an odd, disgruntling vibe...

[Varys]

OOC: I hope no one minds me jumping in.

Sleep didn't come on this night, it seemed to have to do with the fog to Varys' mind. Still, there wasn't any certainty to that and hhis lack of sleep only angered the Nightmares. They wanted their run of his mind, while he wandered the school.

Varys would turn the corner and see the pair, only hearing the last few words from the man in the suit. Though now Varys was interested...mostly in the robotic man. He would take afew steps closer staring at the cyborg before something clicked in his head. Something he had heard about a many that knew most everything. Of course this information was old, when Varys was still looking for any history or information of Dementia magic.

Could this be the man? It wasn't likely, and even if he knew some vague things it was doubtful he knew too much. No one seemed to for whatever the reason.

Even with his doubts, the off kilter form of speech from the man in the suit and the somewhat frightning cybernetics of the other man drew Varys in. He was drawn to fear and he had to follow this display like a moth to a flame.

[Brandon (Tech)]

OOC: No problem here

"Thank you sir" Tech smiled, he had not yet had the chance to study any of the is new D-13 technology. An annoying side-effect of his neural replacements was the moodswings they brought him, leading him from insecure to confident or the other way at the slightest change of situation. The accent the teacher spoke in was... unusual, but Tech didn't allow it to show.

He hadn't noticed the figure behind him, his attention was focused on the computer in fornt of him. "This would be D-13, right sir? I have very little experience with magical machines around here, I onle know the mundane ones so far"

[The Historian]

((Yeah, just kinda speak up. Historian knows that you are there, but he won't address you first. Its his character ^_^))

The Historian thumbed a very small switch on the side of the computer, which dumped his... secured, files into a thumb drive, which popped out the side of the briefcase. He grabbed it quickly before turning the computer towards Tech.

In,deed, Mr. 'Tech'. I, have friendsss, in The D-13. Although, they are hardly, alliesss, with us, they can come of, ussse, at times.

[Varys]

Varys eyed the oddly talking man. It seemed such an odd thing that someone so well dressed and presumeably knowledgeable would speak so oddly. Perhaps he was damaged in some way? Either that or there was some truth that had bent him so. The possibilities for the speech were endless.

"But we wonder if he is the right person that might know anything at all about what we want to know?"

Of course, this wasn't entirely meant to be heard, but with Varys slowly moving closer and closer to inspect what the other two were looking at it was undoubtable they would hear. Varys would look on somewhat quietly as he continued to move just close enough to see, without being too intrusive.

[The Historian]

The Historian took a casual look at the oncoming man.

Name: Varys Fierasche
Age: 23 Human Years
Height: 6' 2''
Weight: 178 lbs.

The Priest smirked slowly.

And thussss, the, wandering you,th, hath revealed him, ssself.

Mr. Varysss, would you care to, look, upon the contentsss of, my computer with Mr, 'Tech', here?

He pushed back from the desk, the char moving backwards as though on wheels.

The chair was made of solid mahogany.

[Varys]

Varys was somewhat surprised at the mention of his name when he hadn't yet announced it. Perhaps he did and didn't remember? No he was sure he hadn't and yet the odd speaking man had known. It was an odd feeling and it made him somewhat leery and yet all together more drawn in to the situation.

"No, No. We don't care for such things, but I wonder, what is it that makes you speak in such ways? Is there reason behind the small madness or is merely entertainment? Something more? Something less? I should like to know just as my others should."

Varys was trying to assert himself in his mind now. It was showing in his speech as he tried to speak of himself as an "I" than a "We". His other minds could only hinder him this time and he could only try to push them back. Something that didn't please them in the least and indeed was angering more than one.

[The Historian]

The Historian shoved the laptop to Tech, and then spun in his chair (Somewhere, Hakfu Song was turning over in his grave). He stopped, his back straight against the chair, his arms at the sides. A seemingly relaxed looking position, but the man emanated pure power. His mind seemed to cause the air around the two to ripple with unseen magical lightning, sending shivers into all of the people around the two.

Yet, it was only the two now in the room.

Inside both of their minds, the room had fallen away. The Historian stood, and the entire scene turned black. Only he and Varys, and whatever lived inside Varys' mind, was inside the now dark corridor that the two were standing in.

The Historian walked up to him, and looked him straight in the eyes.

Varysss, you have a very, quizzical, mind. I think it could be, put, to better ussse. Ssso... I am, kidnapping you, mentally, and making you part of my, stable, of usssable toolsss.

When we go, back, to the room, you will agree to, never asssk, where I came, from.

As the Historian walked back and sat in the chair, the scenery around them slowly grew more visible, finally coming to light when The Historian was back in the exact same position.

You sssaid, sssomething, Mr. Fierasche?

[Varys]

Varys looked aroud quickly as the room began to fall away. Was he sleeping again? Was this some nightmare? The appearance of this three Nightmares sent Varys into more of a panic, except for one thing. They were all behind him, mimicing his every move. Indeed it was apparant that he was still in control of them. With this knowledge Varys relaxed slightly and listened to the man.

He was going to be used it seemed, but he wondered why? More importantly why couldn't he ask where the man had come from? Did it really matter? If he didn't want it known then he didn't really had to tell him, unless there was some kind of loophole....

It hardly mattered, the room back back into existance and the man asked a question like he didn't hear what Varys had said. It was a confusing experience and Varys stumbled on his words before he actually said anything.

"Eh? Oh...eh...Nothing?"

[Brandon (Tech)]

Tech's comsciousness was a unique one, the combination of human imagination, fascination and emotion combined with the cold, calculating nature of a machine. While this, combined with his magical talent, granted him a series of spectacular abilities, the conflict between emotion and logic sometimes resulted a temporary priod of complete unawareness from anything but what was currently in his mind. In this case, he didn't register the comment from the other person present, nor did he notice when the apparature that had replaced his right eye picked up a shift in the energies in the room. He was utterly lost in the amazing machine that he had seated himself in front of, recording every bit of information about the advanced computer as his metallic fingers flew across the digital keys with all but flawless coordination.

But when the energy shift reversed, or rather faded, he noticed, turning his head around to see what had caused the disturbance. It was not an uncommon thing in a place such as this, with young wizards, sorcerors and demons walking down every hallway, but he had found it never hurt to check. He found a guy he hadn't seen before, at least not properly, stuttering some words of that could essentially be boiled down to a 'no'. Tech didn't blame him, the aura around the teacher was intimidating, so thick you could almost touch it, and fear and discomfort would be the most common of reactions. "Howdy" He said to the new arrival, greeting him with his unstable confidence. He had no idea what had actually taken place