Meeting at Uni

May 28th, 2012 12:10 AM

It is a beautiful evening. Calm slight breeze, clear sky, quiet. One could call it a perfect night. But those denizens of the University Archaeology Department would have no idea about this. Because they have been down there, slaving away for countess hours. With finals coming and professors working there students to the bone, there is not time to go outside and smell the crisp air.

And off to the side, in the far back, is a private room, the door is closed. There sits a beautiful Irish born woman. Studying some work intently... and waiting for one Mister Max Heinz to arrive.

On the floor next to her sits a on wheeled briefcase.

**Max Heinz** · May 29th, 2012 12:00 AM

*It does not take Max long to make the trip across campus from his office to the Archaeology Department. He barely notices the pleasant evening, the thin Mekhet lost in thought as he walks briskly towards his meeting. He had no idea what the Regent had in her possession; praying whatever she has was less dangerous than the sword he had to deal with some time ago.

As he enters the building, he side steps the gathered students and sticks to the side halls to navigate. The last thing he wanted was to be recognized by one of his students. He still wondered if the Regent knew he worked here at the University; or if they simply shared an interest in history. A question for another time perhaps; Max pauses for a moment at the closed door and knocks gently.

If the Regent was a fan of the old Looney Toons, she would recognize "Shave and a Haircut" tapped gently by Max.*

**Erika Brady** · May 29th, 2012 01:30 PM

"Yes?" Erika's voice says gesturing for whoever was at the door to enter in.

She turns and sees Max, "Ah, Mister Heinz, come in. Take a seat." Erika gestures to the chair next to her. She seemed to be looking at something through a lighted magnifier. It looks to be some kind of document kept between two pieces of glass.

**Max Heinz** · May 29th, 2012 11:02 PM

Good evening, Ms Brady... *Max responds, dipping his head in greeting to the Regent. He makes his way quickly across to room to the chair; but stops short of setting down in the offered chair. Instead, he glances over at the document; curious as to what Erika was examining.* Doing a little light reading? *He asks, a slight playfulness in his voice.*

**Erika Brady** · May 30th, 2012 12:52 AM

Erika does not look up, either she had not heard his quip or had chosen to ignore it. Probably the latter.

"Mister Heinz, welcome, take a look at this and tell me what you think." She rolls back leaving the magnifier there for Max to look through.

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**Max Heinz** · May 30th, 2012 10:17 PM

*Max has to stifle a chuckle, it seems the Regent was all business tonight. He nods at the invitation, taking his place over the document.*

Let's see what we have here... *He says softly, closely examining the protected piece of paper...*

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May 31st, 2012 12:24 AM

Max can tell by looking at the language that it is a ancient dialect of Hungarian.

**Max Heinz** · Jun 1st, 2012 12:38 AM

*Max looks over the paper, trying to make sense of the writing. After a few minutes, he can only shake his head.* Well, it's ancient Hungarian. And that's about all I can tell you. I don't speak Hungarian; ancient, modern, or otherwise...

*He looks to the Regent, wondering what her next question would be.*

**Erika Brady** · Jun 1st, 2012 01:08 AM

Erika leans over the other mekhet and reads aloud,

“Today I came so close to completing the great work. I felt my curse begin to be lifted. I felt something in myself begin to evolve as I feed upon that fool Tamás. As his soul left his body, I feasted on it. My strength grew, and my chains weakened.”

“Lucina was correct. She is so right, through this we can be free. I will join her and follow her path. Through the souls of my enemies, I will be free.”

Erika leans back and says, "Well, what do you think Grand Wyrm Heinz."

**Max Heinz** · Jun 1st, 2012 10:49 PM

*Max listens intently as Erika does the translating for him. Part of him wondered how, exactly, the Regent spoke Ancient Hungarian; but there were more pressing concerns at hand. His concern only grows as she reads the words, the gears of the Mekhet's mind working in overtime to process what she is saying.

He had heard rumors of a fringe group of the Order that was convinced they could reach ascension by consuming the souls of others. He had rejected it out of hand, the idea repugnant to Max. And yet, here he sat, face to face with a piece of paper seeming to confirm those rumors.

After a moment's consideration, a new thought crossed his mind. The rash of murders, the Diablarist running around the city... Had the murderer of the prior Grand Wyrm really been brought to justice? Max suddenly got the feeling tonight was far more dangerous than he had first thought.

He choices his next words carefully...*

I think you have the writings of a very old, very delusional elder; Regent Brady.

As well as a possible Breach of the Masquerade; but I doubt that was what you were asking... *Max keeps his voice flat, but conversational; losing any of the playfulness from earlier.*

Meeting at Uni

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