A Common Promotion

[Silfe Sosuri]

She too took a seat, glad she did not have to stand on wobbly feet any longer. The observation of her father and offer of security took her by surprise. Immediate by habit she began to make excuses. "Oh. No that isn't necessary. He really can be nice once he isn't being official. He just feels he has to carry himself a certain way or people will not do as he commands. Do someone's he is more gruff than he already is."

In her mind, more excuses and self protecting delusions wrapped themselves around her. He just wanted to see his daughter. To impart some knowledge for her future endeavors here. "I think he looked forward to having me home. He depended on me so before I took the Senate seat."

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay studied [member="Silfe Sosuri"] while she spoke, and basically lied. Fear was the leading cause of that, fear over what could happen. Here it was that Silfe had a chance to break free, yet she was afraid to do it, afraid to take that step. And that left Kay not so much disappointed, but moreso she was sad.

"It's your choice. But we don't need your father interfering with your job. Your contract will have sections dealing with non-disclosure and secrecy. There will be many things that you cannot discuss with him, no matter how much he threatens you." Kay paused for a moment, reflecting on the truths that she had to point out. "This position can be very rewarding, but it can also be very dangerous. You could become a target by any government or company that has grievances with us. I am doing my best to keep us neutral to prevent that and to keep everyone safe. But not every effort will be successful, not every threat can be stopped. Do you understand that?"

If she had wanted to back out of it, now was the perfect time.

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

When Silfe had become a Senator, she had known the risks and dangers. It would be doubly dangerous now as the Minister of Foreign Affairs. She would be acting directly on behalf of Commenor which had a great deal more enemies than Cyrillia. Never for a moment had she thought her father would interfere with her job, but upon [member="Lady Kay"]'s mentioning of it she had to concede that the woman before her had a point. The idea and her imagination made her go numb for a moment, not because she was thinking of wavering, but because she was starting to struggle with the idea that she did not need to allow her father sway over her anymore.

It is hard for someone abused all their life to wake up and find a way out and even though Lady Kay had been perceptive and had offered a way out, Silfe couldn't come out of the cycle in just one day. Still, Lady Kay had made good points that had pulled at Silfe's awareness and surged her mind into activity. Her heart hurt just thinking about the consequences, always the consequences. He would be incredibly angry if he asked for something and she did not give it, but the job was the most important thing to her. The job, gave her courage.

She nodded finally before sipping her tea. The time for excuses for his actions were past, though she may not be entirely free yet. Silfe sat up straighter, like she had when she had first arrived. "I want the job and I will do what I must to protect Commenor's secrets. I understand and would respectfully request at least a guard to accompany me to speak to my father."



Meanwhile her father paced in a waiting room. It was lavish and lovely but he took no note of the decor. How dare his daughter garner a position without his leave? Had she been vying for this all along? The nitwit could not possibly do the job but she had been plying his allies since first arriving. Yes, Yes. She knew what she had been doing, that little slut. The betrayal stung. She was his and this was not what he had planned for her. She was his. She was his... Anger flared and blood boiled.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay remained silent while [member="Silfe Sosuri"] spoke, studying her, searching her expression and manner to detect whether or not she was telling the truth. Was there confidence there? It would seem so.

"Your request is granted of course. I'll assign you your own security detail to watch over you. For now, you can have the two that are on sentry duty outside my office. They will follow your orders. Be sure that they remain in the same room with you when you are with your Father. He'll be on better behaviour then."

She got to her feet and approached her, holding out her hand. "Welcome aboard, Minister. I'm sure that you'll searve the Systems Alliance well."

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

She nodded to Kay's request to have the guards in the same room with her. She knew he was angry and a part of her was dismissing the excuses for his behavior and embracing a new life without getting hit, pushed, grabbed or thrown. There was a light, however faint looming somewhere in the distance. Silfe got to her feet as well as [member="Lady Kay"] approached her. With a winning, happy smile she shook the Queen's hand. Distantly, she would have thought of how odd it was for a Queen to shake hands, but then, Kay was no ordinary woman.

"Thank you, your highness. I shall do my best. I suppose I should go speak to my father before we put him back on his transport home, without me." There was something freeing in the sentence. She was staying. She was needed here, away from Cyrillia and her father, a whole system away. Sometime, in the dead of night, she would truly realize what that meant for her and relax, but for now, she had to go see to her angry father.




When she finally did go to the waiting room, a lovely furnished room that would put most people at ease, she watched him pace. The two guards looked at one another. They did not like this man, but they decided to give some space by not going too far into the room. She stepped forward with a sweet smile, hoping that her approach would be calming. "Father. It is so good to see you. I know you thought my work was done here. Lady Kay's offer surprised me."

He stopped pacing as soon as he realized that Silfe had come to his waiting room. His eyes narrowed when he noticed the two security men who accompanied her. So, Kay wanted him to behave. He frowned for a moment and then turned kind fatherly lying eyes on his daughter. "My dearest. How could I not be proud of all you have done. I just wanted so much to have you home again. I found I missed you so dreadfully when you were gone."

This, this was a voice she knew. The kind he always had when he was trying to apologize after hurting her. For now she was safe.

"I was just surprised that I would not be bringing you home. I had found some suitors while doing some business recently that I had hoped you would meet." He pointed a finger and waggled it at her as though he was amused she had somehow gotten one over on him. The guards relaxed a bit, taken in by the act. "I suppose I can send them along or visit again soon with them. I worry though. You have been eating too much. Be careful about that dearest. No one wants a fat, ugly wife."

Silfe sighed softly. She had no desire to see the suitors who likely had big bank accounts, but not big brains so her father could rule them as he had her. Since she had come to Commenor, she had been eating more, not having his constant hovering presence telling her in the most subtle of ways that she was gaining weight and becoming unattractive. He must have heard her sigh because his smile vanished.

"Now dearest." He said as he reached out to touch her pretty face. "Are you sure you want to stay here and take this position instead of coming home? The Senate thing was to give you a bit of real experience with other cultures, not make you think you had a chance to do something as important as Minister of Foreign Affairs. Really, you just don't have that kind of talent. They don't really want you. They want Cyrillia. Besides, I really need you."

She gave him a sad smile. "I am sorry Father. I feel I am needed here. I want to be here." It was the wrong answer and she could tell immediately. There was a shift in the energy that came off of him, like he suddenly let go of the charade. She only had time to flinch back before his hand shot out from seemingly nowhere and she went flying back and to the side, crashing into part of a table and chair. It broke the glass of the table and pushed a chair away.

Dazed, she lay on the floor, glass cutting into her arms and body. It took several moments for her to come back to herself. This. This was all too familiar; the pain and disorientation. What wasn't familiar, was the sound of a struggle along with her father's usual tantrum. Turning her head slowly and blinking to clear her foggy mind, she could see he was now being restrained by the two guards and he was insensible about it. He was literally foaming at the mouth.

Amidst the sputtering and the physical struggling with the two guards, his voice boomed. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WOULD CHOOSE THIS WHOREHOUSE OVER YOUR OWN HOME! A DAUGHTER SHOULD ALWAYS DO AS SHE IS TOLD. HOW DARE YOU NOT COME HOME IMMEDIATELY UPON SUMMONS, YOU UNGRATEFUL, CONNIVING WRETCH. YOU HAVE CONNED THESE PEOPLE INTO TAKING YOU IN, YOU LYING SCHEMING BLASPHEMOUS TRAMP. I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOU WILL BOW DOWN TO ME AND COME HOME."



[member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darlyn Excron"]

 

[Darlyn Excron]

"By the Force you are insufferable." [member="Silfe Sosuri"] would immediately recognize the voice coming from behind her, as Darlyn, the Minister of Justice, half walked and half leaned around the doorway into the room. He looked disheveled as always, his black robes sitting a bit haphazardly on his shoulders as he stared down Silfe's father, who had essentially regressed into childhood, albeit a violent childhood with the strength of an adult. "Are you always like this? It's karking impressive you've gone without getting assassinated already. And now you not only break the law in my karking home, but you assault a minister. Congrats on that by the way, Minister Sosuri, I heard it through the guard-vine."

Like flipping a switch, Darlyn went from looking like a drunk who'd just woken up, to walking into the room, upright, and as though he was marching to war. His rather average build, despite how it normally might be very little, was augmented with his clear sense of purpose, and the confident power he wielded. He was getting at least a little serious. "Now then..." He slid his hands into his robes, and withdrew both his lightsaber, and his DL-18, igniting the yellow blade for punctuation to what he was about to say. "Would you like to repeat what you said? A man should stand by his words after all, though if you want to attack Miss Sosuri again I'm afraid I'll have to take that hand of yours. Possibly both. So I'd suggest not doing that if you value them. Then again I could use a new paperweight, so it's your choice, you dig?" He had a small smile on his face, as if begging the man to get angry, get violent, see if Darlyn would stand by his words as he urged him to. Regardless of what he chose, he made it a point to put himself between Silfe and her father, not completely so as to block their view of one another but to be able to stop him if he got violent again.

"So then, what will it be? Shall we do your criminal paperwork and ship you off world like civilized folk, or will I get to beat civility into your thick skull?"

[member="Lady Kay"] :|: [member="Bradshaw Ku"] :|: [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

It the midst of her fog, Silfe heard the vaguely familiar voice behind her. She slowly shook her head to try and clear the dizziness that had come from the hard blow she had received. His words floated over her. The congratulations was met with a thumbs up as she had no ability to speak yet. Her father had clocked her good. The only interaction she had had with the Minister of Justice was at the last meeting with [member="Lady Kay"] and [member="Veiere Arenais"]. He had been sopping drunk at the time.

Then Darlyn became different. The energy around him hanged from a slovenly drunkard, to a man who would like to tear out throats for funsies, starting with her father. She struggled with the chair, using it to start leveraging herself up. This was hardly the first time she had had to stand on her own two feet after a blow like that from her father. At least she had had practice?

Slowly, she scooted towards the chair and used it to begin the slow process of getting herself upright. She winced as her hands left marks of blood on the upholstery. It began an anger in her. She was tired of being his property and tired of being treated like a punching bag.

Meanwhile her father had been changed from blistering words and near psychotic anger to cool as I've in the face of a lightsaber. Even he didn't have the guts to face that like he had faced his daughter. His eyes never strayed from the [member="Darlyn Excron"] or the weapon he wielded, measuring his ability. Alecard was a smart man, even if he let his temper and need to hurt someone be taken out on his daughter all her life. She was his, but these people were going to keep her from him and briefly his eyes flashed in anger, but one small movement of the lightsaber was enough to cool him down.

He locked his lips nervously. "Who wants to do paperwork? I was just planning on leaving." He looked at his daughter who was still struggling to stand but she was almost there. "I think I am done here anyway."

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Oh now the man was simply asking for it! Darlyn's face never betrayed his bemusement at how hard the man fought to stay dignified in the face of adversity, attempting to play to Darlyn's own distaste for paperwork to leave without a dent in his reputation. As if the Minister was going to let him get off so easily, who did he think he was? Some crooked cop willing to sacrifice face for the perceived rewards? Why did everyone always assume the worst in him?

He raised the DL-18, the blaster level with Alecard's chest as [member="Silfe Sosuri"] almost finished rising to her feet. "Want to do paperwork? Hardly, but to watch your public reputation take a hit for, lets see, domestic violence, assaulting a government official, assault in general, resisting arrest as my guards there would no doubt describe it, I could go on a while. See I don't think you understand, I'm in charge of Justice here, all of it. No amount of diplomatic immunity can justify your grievous offenses here I assure you, and even if they could I doubt I'd care. Now, Mr. Sosuri, you'll be coming with me to handle your criminal paperwork before I ship you off world. Or, if you really would like to avoid it, I'll shoot you in the damn leg and haul you to jail for the night while I do it myself. Or I could fill your body with enough electrical voltage to knock you out, if you'd rather not get shot but insist on avoiding this small inconvenience. So I'll ask again, are we going to be civil about this?"

When Darlyn was determined to do something, no force could stop him. His hand almost crackled with electricity, gripping his lightsaber tightly as he stared the man down. Sure, he wanted to get Silfe away from him as soon as possible, but his vague sense of justice demanded that Alecard pay in some manner for his actions. A Justice system that overlooked crime for the upper class was, if you asked him, ultimately pointless. Even Alecard had to understand that.

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

His eyes returned to [member="Darlyn Excron"], the cold words drawing his attention swiftly back to the man with the gun and the lightsaber. By all the gods, it seemed he wasn't going to get out of this lightly. Just one more point against his daughter and how she had treated him since he sent her to this godforsaken world. He did not like being threatened. He had made someone pay for those times with their lives, or the lives of someone they loved. For the moment, it did not look like he would get an opportunity to do so. However, Alecard was patient with his revenge. It was only a matter of time.

Silfe had finally gotten to her feet. Still a bit dazed, bleeding from hands, arms and one side where she had hit the floor and the glass, she faced Darlyn and her father. It was impressive to see him so cowed, but she knew it was only temporary. She made no effort to keep herself from bleeding. She made no effort to smooth away her tears from her cheeks or the hair that had come lose. She stood as she was, tall and for the moment, stubborn.

He watched his daughter once more, weighing the new found strength she had. That needed to be quelled. He could not have that when she was returned to Cyrillia. Having realized that Darlyn had won this round, Silfe's father bowed his head for a moment in acquiescence. "As you wish sir. I shall come without a fight." For now, he thought.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

"Ah excellent, a man of reason it seems. Good good, now remember a few things while the good guardsmen take you to get everything written down and sorted out." Darlyn put away the weapons, and calmly walked up to Alecard, a faked, jovial smile on his face as he stood within arm's reach of the man. Even this close, they both knew what would happen if he took a swing at the clearly prepared fighter, and Darlyn was making his comfort over it all clear and obvious. "If you ever come here, hurt my fellow staff members, cause trouble for them, or my planet, I will not hesitate to bring the full might of the law on your neck. And believe you me, I don't want to kill you. It's hard for a dead man to suffer for his unjust crimes. Perfectly clear then?" Whatever the answer he was clearly done with the older man, turning his back (robes and cape flowing behind him with a flourish) and moving over to Silfe's location.

The guards would start to pull Alecard away to fill out paperwork soon enough, while [member="Silfe Sosuri"] received a very different attention from Darlyn. From his almost drunken state, to that menacing presence, to an almost calm and gentle serenity, he was indeed a man able to wear many faces and he showed many today already. "Good job standing, Minister. However, I would highly suggest you come with me to the medical bay. You don't look like you've got anything seriously wrong, I should be able to stop the bleeding bar any serious gashes but, it would be wise to get cleaned up. We wouldn't want our dear Prince to come flirt with you while you look like you got into a bar fight."

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Alecard turned pale at the not so thinly veiled threat. Then he turned red from embarrassment and bluster, but he was a good to his word and went along quietly with the two guards. Silfe watched him only so long as he was in her line of sight. She did not turn her head to watch him go. Though, she could not meet his eyes and looked down as he passed. Brave enough she had been for one day.

As [member="Darlyn Excron"] approached, she lifted her dark eyes to look at the man who had scared her father into silence. Even with this terrible situation and the pain she was in, he made her smile. Them she winced at the pain the smile induced. "I will definitely look it tomorrow. It's been 6 months since he last had a temper like that." Silfe groaned and gingerly touched her cheek. It was only one of the many bruised areas on her body. Furniture was a definite problem around her father.

Thankfully, as she took stock of her injuries standing there with the Minister of Justice, she felt she didn't have any broken bones. The cuts would need Bacta patches for sure. "Lead the way Minister." A half smile followed but even that hurt. "You really should call me Silfe."

 

[Darlyn Excron]

"Honestly I just wanted to piss him off more. He's easy to antagonize, and yet it's satisfying. Nothing like threatening and pissing off a poor excuse for a father to brighten the day Silfe." He'd waited until the man had left with the guards to handle paperwork before using [member="Silfe Sosuri"]'s name. He held out his hand for her to take, as he lead her down the halls to the guard's medical bay. "And you can call me Darlyn. If we're ridding ourselves of formalities I'd rather be gone with mine." He laughed a bit, as they eventually reached the small medical bay near the guardsmen training room on the palace.

He motioned to the medical bed and went to the medical supplies on the opposite end of the room. "I apologize for any un-comfortableness to this question but, can you check yourself for wounds and remove any clothing obstructing them? Not your under-garments of course, just the shirt for instance.I can't properly clean the wound with that in the way."

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Silfe took the hand gratefully. There was going to be a substantial bruise on her hip and knee on her right side. The pain was enough to make her need his support as they walked. Another day or two and she would work them out enough to where she would no linger limp but the pain was fresh and it would be worse tomorrow. "Darlyn it is then."

As she went to the Medical bed, she heard his request so politely given. At another time she would wonder at the man. [member="Darlyn Excron"] had shown her so many different views of himself she might think there were several men in one. But at the moment, all she could think was oh dear. Silfe looked down at the dark green embroidered velvet gown she had worn to meet with Lady Kay. There was no way to easily take off the dress in parts.

Always self conscious about entirely exposing her body, she debated, but the pain was a great equalizer and soon, she was sliding the dress off, leaving the mid thigh length dark green slip of satin and lace beneath covered in blood along her right side. Gathering the dress, she used it to cover her most intimate body parts and started to inspect her body. There was a long gash along her upper right thigh from the glass table. It had ripped right through the dress and might require stitches. Another a few inches above it at her waist though not as deep or long. Several 4 inch or smaller cuts along her right arm and knee. A myriad of tiny cuts scattered along both arms and right shoulder. Two small cuts on her right temple and another on her left jawline. Bruising was only red right now, but it would cover significant space over the next few days. Bruising covered a good deal of her right side and left arm. Her face had it darkest where he had hit her right cheek. The back hand had covered much of it when he had hit her.

Silfe held the dress to her chest and took a seat on the Medical bed. "I think only one cut needs stitches, but I am not an expert."

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Darlyn nodded, not seeming to care that he was basically in a room with a barely covered woman as he brought the kit over, looking over her side. He was gentle of course, using his hands to probe over her skin as he brought several sanitizing wipes out, wiping away the blood so he could see the exact shape of the wounds. It would almost certainly sting like hell, and he'd even given her a foul-tasting but welcome leather rod to bite if she needed to keep her tongue safe as he worked. Flesh slowly began to reveal itself beyond the bits of life blood, and he gave a slow nod. "Yeah, this one on your thigh is pretty nasty for a fall. I'd see a proper doctor as soon as you can for it. That said, I'm going to bind it up anyways so you can avoid bleeding out into your clothes while you go."

He took a large bandage wrap, and after placing a bacta patch on the wound to help cool it and slow bleeding he wrapped her leg tightly as he could, no longer exactly caring how comforting it was. It would soon be relieving anyways, it was common knowledge that pressure helped these kinds of wounds, which may not matter with the bacta patch anyways but he didn't know how long it would take her to have herself properly checked. He began to follow suit with the rest of her body, applying bacta patches and bandages as he saw fit for the rest of her injuries, the only other notable ones were on her waist and head, which he was very delicate with. By the time he was done, she was littered in bandages of all sorts on her right side, though he'd done his best to make it look somewhat acceptable to the eyes. Then, he held up a hand, left a moment, and returned with a standard work-out uniform from the guard's training hall.

"Not the most regal or dignified but it's better than a torn, bloody dress. You can borrow this." He hands it to her before nodding again. "Do you hurt anywhere else Silfe? You were injured under my watch so I had best give you all that I can."

[member="Silfe Sosuri"]

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Vulnerable. That was exactly what she was at this point; physically, mentally, and emotionally. She laid on the bed as he tended her wounds, not really making much in the way of sound though she winced and bit her lip often. She had been through pain all her life like this and sadly, was used to it. There have been evidence all over her body had her father not been meticulous about making sure he did not mark her. He still felt as though she was his property and would eventually sell her off to whatever was convenient. Perhaps that very thing was now in jeopardy as it seemed his daughter had gone rogue. The cut on her thigh was nasty and she did groan loudly and close her eyes tightly as he tended to cleaning it.

As soon as he was done, she was going to go to a proper medical facility. Silfe knew what to do. It helped that [member="Darlyn Excron"] was being methotical and thorough. She didn't feel quite so bashful but lifting her thigh to wrap a bandage around it made her blush profusely.

When she sat up for him to tend her face, there was red mixed with pink, hardly flattering, and she was shivering a little as shock was beginning to set in. She watched him leave, wondering where he was going. Her question was soon answered though as he came back with gym clothes? She laughed softly and took them gingerly.

"Everything hurts, but you have done well by me. I'll be able to get to transport and the doctor now without bleeding everywhere." She said in answer. "Could you call for a vehicle and driver to take me?"

Silfe paused and looked rather small and scared. "And some guards please." She asked in a small voice. HAVING no idea when her father was going to be freed from Darlyns special attention, she didn't want to be surprised and unguarded when he did.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

"That all? That's standard, you're a Minister now you know." He chuckled and began to relay the instructions over a comlink he produced from his robe, ordering a driver to be ready out front for her along with the standard guard escort, plus one just for safety reasons. He intended to give her father a hard time, and personal escort to his ship, but a man like that could still try something even away from [member="Silfe Sosuri"]'s person. Once he cleared her escort completely, he turned the comlink off, and gave her a sly little smile. "Lets hope the only one used to pain around here stays as me, alright? You'll steal my job if you start getting into trouble everywhere. I'll get around to your welcoming gift later if that's alright, in the meantime I'm going to go back to antagonizing your father and making sure he gets off world." He offered a bow, before turning on his heels to walk out.

"The officer outside the door here should be more than able to walk you out!"

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

She watched [member="Darlyn Excron"] as he worked on her requests. His words garnered a smile, no matter how painful it was to do so. There was much she had to learn that came with being Minister. A standard Guard retinue and staff were among them. Silfe had only ever had her father's spies as her guards. Currently, they were still at her old quarters here on Commenor. This had her mind spinning. She stood quickly and for a moment, felt a bit dizzy.

"OH! Darlyn." A hand came to her head in an effort to steady it while she held out a hand to stop him. When she felt a little more solid, she faced him. "It just occurred to me. There is a retinue of guards from Cyrillia currently staying at my old quarters. If you do not mind, could you send some of your own guards to escort them to my father's ship to go home as well. Since you and your people will be in charge of my protection, I shall not need them anymore and something tells me they will not get along with your people. Not to mention I trust them just about as far as I could throw them."

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Darlyn shot a hand signal back at [member="Silfe Sosuri"] to indicate he heard her, before heading towards his office. He'd technically sent Alecard to the wrong place, that being his office's general area, but it was something intentional. One last chance to dig at him before sending him away. He alerted the police to escort the man's men outside Silfe's old quarters, and take care of their long trip to the spaceport. Him on the other hand, he was going to watch Alecard to make certain he wasn't coming back uninvited.

He arrived soon after leaving Silfe, noting that the guards seemed exasperated trying to finish the last few papers at the desk before his office door. "I trust the paperwork has gone smoothly?" He shot his words at Alecard, walking past them and opening his office doors wide. At his angle, Alecard would be able to see two distinct things, a wall rack of what must be a dozen pistols, and the unmistakable Mandalorian armor, Mandalore thee Ultimate's, on a stand not far from them. Intentional, of course. He wanted to make the man realize if he made a true enemy in Darlyn, no force would stop him.

He went to his desk, opening the locked drawer and placing his yellow lightsaber inside, so it seemed like he had come in for a purpose, before walking back out. He obviously had a second lightsaber of course, which dangled on his right hip above the blaster. "Well, if you're done I suppose its time to escort you home, isn't it?"

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Silfe visibly relaxed as she saw confirmation from his hand gesture that those men would be taken care of and no longer be on her stuff. With that, she and her security escort made their way to the nearest hospital.

Alecard had been sitting, contemplating how he had gotten into this mess. For a man who obviously had been able to rule his planet with an iron fist, coming here and finding that he not only had no Iron Fist, but apparently no daughter either. The fact that she had had enough guts to refused his order to return home, only showed that she had been in this place too long. These people were bad for her. He had to find a way to bring her back under his control. She was his.

As [member="Darlyn Excron"] entered, the man merely grunted his ascent that he had been allowing the paperwork to happen without fuss. It made him angry, but anger was best left to the side for now. Humiliation would not be long lasting. He ignored the armor, choosing to believe it to be fake or stolen from a dead body.

"I believe so, yes." He said politely. "Tell me, how far into my daughter's pants did you get? Is she still worth something, or should I disown her for the whore she is?"

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Darlyn smiled politely at the man, dusting his hands together and reaching back. Something flew off the rack of pistols and into his hand, the doors shutting behind it, and he responded quickly. "Oh why does everyone assume I'm the womanizer when such an example exists right here?" He chuckled, the thing he had grabbed in hand. He lifted it up quickly, revealing it to be his Punisher shattergun pistol, and before Alecard could object he put the revolving chamber as close to the man's ear as he could, the barrel pointed away, and squeezed the trigger. A powerful shot rang out, making the guards wince from the noise as the bullet lodged itself in the wall well above and behind Alecard.

Had Alecard not flinched before hand, his ear would be very close to the chamber. If he had, he was still close enough the powerful 160dB or so shot would likely cause severe pain in his ear, if not outright damage to it! Either suited Darlyn fine, as he holstered the pistol against his chest. Why he kept loaded, live guns on his wall was anywone's guess, but he found the opportunity too good to waste. "Anymore questions? Sorry I can't hear you." He laughed and motioned the man to follow, no longer willing to waste time.

[member="Silfe Sosuri"]