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Lawful. The Constant relaxed further into the cold seat. “Thank you, my friend. I had hoped to arrive here under the guise of a lowly messenger, but I’d forgotten about the facility’s rather unnecessary message.” His left hand moved from his blade’s handle to on the desk, rattling his fingers as he spoke.
“Seeing as you’ve holed yourself in this place for well over two weeks, I suppose you have taken an… interest in our affairs.” He pulled something from his coat, glinting from what light shone on the item. It was the sleek, simplistic logo of an eagle, forged of smooth, refined metal. He held it out to Rojy. "Our company acts as Valucia's divine Providence. Our job is to sway things into more favorable outcomes.”
Rojy leaned his head to the side, placing his elbow on his leg and rest his head on it, “Well, if I’m being honest here, I stumbled to this place with no idea what it was, it was threatening so I struck back… and since this place felt very homey, I stayed, you overestimate how much I can get done in 2 weeks.” Rojy sat straight leaning his arm back, “... Favorable outcomes for who?” Rojy asked, becoming more interested in what the man was saying.
The Constant encased the pin in his fist. “For the world, our operatives, and the families who run Providence: my direct superiors. The Partners. All they want to do is maintain world order all while expanding their own behind-the-curtain influence.” As he spoke, the Constant shot a short glance to the side. Rats in the vents? “If this place feels homey, you’re going to find our other facilities much more comfortable. There are factories with ten times the advancements of this one. Factories that will accomodate all of your wants and your goals. Everything that will allow to complete His task.” He nodded to Rojy’s Mark of SIN. “Now, there’s no feasible way you’re getting to them, and the Partners don’t want you as an operative anytime soon.”
He readied three pictures from his coat. “And now we come to why I am talking with you. My offer.” He laid each slip of paper on the table, each showing one person. One was a noblewoman of greyed, blonde hair and adorned in Nortestra’s signature red color. Another was a dark-skinned man, wiry and wrinkled throughout; he bore desert clothes of Basin. The last was a tall, white-haired man with a monocle and a well-kempt black suit; the left side of his face was replaced by black steel with emanating green lights dotting the machinery. “Do you recognize any of them?”
Rojy returned his arm back putting his hands together and resting his chin on it, he was carefully thinking of what the man had just said, “... No, I do not recognize any of these individuals.” Rojy responded, staring at the pictures.
‘Of course not,’ he mouthed. “Julianna Blackburn of Nortestra. Royce McAllister of Xact. Abdul Hameed el-Mostafa of Basin. The Partners who have gone complacent and lost all ambition for more and—” abandoned me for nothing. The Constant’s stoic demeanor faltered slightly to frustration while spitting the last sentence. Calm. Breathe. Inhale, exhale. “These people are the keys to Providence; the true ones in control. I know of your familiarity with high-technology like the ones in this facility. By knocking these three families off the board, you benefit. You gain the same firepower that was used to establish world dominance 200 years ago. Everything will be easygoing for you. But for that to happen, only I can give you the start you need.”
The Constant un-crossed his legs, staring sternly to the side. “You help me, I help you. You topple the incorrect scions of a global empire, I handle their assets from there. We become the Partners. Everything will be as it should be.” He grabbed the handle of his blade, but didn’t move any further.
Rojy paused again, almost staring at nothing, for a while he didn’t respond before finally laying his arms down, “you’re ambitious, I respect that, however I will need you to answer me some questions: Firstly, why me, there are tons more summoned out there twice or thrice as deadly as me. Secondly, what kind of firepower are we talking about? And finally… what if I decline?” Rojy asked, not bothering to look at the blade the constant was grabbing.
The Constant rose from his seat, walking closer to and along the wall he was staring daggers into. “I know how summoned work; who to look out for, who to trust, and who will exceed later on. You’re more perceptive than most—your Chaotic side being a fine exception, albeit having his own limits rather than the other summoned I’m aware of. By itself, power is just blood-fueled gauntlets that rarely ever leave a mark on history, and knowledge would just be ivory-plated academics. Combined, they shape the world and create a providence for it.” He stopped in front of a particular spot in the wall, holding still for a few seconds. “Technology that this part of the world has never fathomed before. Anti-matter, cold fusion; those are just the basics for what Providence’s scientists have yet to churn out.”
He quietly withdrew the blade from its sheath, darting his eyes along the wall. “Should you decline,” he struck, cutting straight through the smooth, white metal wall and into the connected vent, “then there is little I can do about the onslaught that the Partners will send your way. You’ve already showed them a number of weaknesses, after all.” He pulled the blade out, though it was stainless. “And my apologies. I despise rats.”
Rojy looked at the constant, a grin trying to form in his face but being unable to, “No need to apologize, this is your property in the end, I simply borrowed it… as for the answers.” Rojy stopping making eye contact with the constant, “I’ll decline for now, however I might have differing opinions in the future, so if you ever want to try again in the future, you should have no problem.” Rojy moved his chair away from the door of the room and extended one of his arms pointing directly at the door, “You may leave now, I’m sure you’re a very busy man so I’ll no longer waste your time.” Rojy said, with a warm and pleasant smile across his face.
The Constant sheathed his blade. The prominent, unfazed smile that always plastered his face had morphed into a stern frown. He sighed through his nose, and the usual smile returned. “So be it. I have other candidates.” With that, he moved towards the door.
“Then I wish nothing but the best of luck,” Rojy continued. He didn’t move a single bit and remained there like a statue.
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