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Constantin couldn't rest. He hadn't earned it yet-- the Emperor's lost shard had still not been found. He needed to move, yet his body just refused to do so.

After he'd helped Clementiya's estate and had gotten the heiress to her room, Constantin hadn't exactly moved from his spot at her door. His armor had locked up to keep him from almost collapsing, so he looked as though he were standing on watch for Clementiya at her room, his helmet on to hide his face and the way his eyes slowly closed... he'd been so tired. Ten thousand years without respite, hunting and searching to find the lost shard of the Emperor, to find His true name... and, well, he failed in that.

At least he can make himself useful here, and guard the Heiress's room like he would've with the Emperor-- to do at least something before they'd have to inevitably part and Constantin would continue his search. He just... needed...

... He'd snapped out of his thoughts and near-sleep when he heard the door open, quickly snapping his head to Clementiya as the door opened. The Custodian stared, though it was hard to tell if he were surprised or not with the faceless helm.

" It is fine. " Constantin replied, deadpan, as he moved a bit to get out of her way. " I simply thought it best to stay here, and keep watch. "

A lie, but not like she'd be able to call him out on that. Valdor slowly tilted his head to the side, taking note of her exhaustion and more simple attire.

" Unable to sleep? " He asked then, gesturing to her.

The offer had been made without any serious reflection, just the product of the natural flow of the evening. King had not spared a second thought to the possibility that his counterpart inquisitor might be less experienced with the ins and outs of Imperial high culture. Though, now that she expressed that to him, he should have seen it coming.

A smile crossed his face, but his hand remained extended in offer. “Well,” he said. “There isn’t a better time to learn. We’ll get you up to speed on these sorts of things eventually.”

The orchestra began to play a sort of waltz, the speed of the tune lively but not something one might consider fast. At least, King didn’t consider it fast. More moderate than anything, compared to some of the other songs he had danced to. But for a beginner like Alethea...

“That works, I think that’s how the first time I played a drinking game it went.” he replies, grabbing another bottle and setting it in the middle. “Give the newcomer a sporting advantage.”

Mun is 27 (took me way too long to change that, whoops),transmasc. He/him pronouns.

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Public transit was often the best way to pick up on things happening in the city that other methods of investigation either wouldn’t turn up or would take longer to reveal. Workers riding home from the night shift, chatting about something strange making noise in the factorum basement. A pair of grandmothers, casually mentioning the personality change of a neighbor as they swapped neighborhood gossip. The dispossessed that rode the rails end to end because the train was better shelter than a cardboard box always saw more than most passengers gave them credit for. Things like that always paid dividends in the end.

King was surprised to find the scion alone in the compartment. By her armor, there was nothing else she could possibly be. The inquisitor had never known them to travel publicly or individually, but that wasn’t to say they never did. Still, his interest was piqued, so he entered the compartment and sat down, pulling out a dataslate from his jacket pocket and beginning to scroll through it.

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Achilles knew then and there that should he throw a kick something nasty would happen to him. Probably a knife stuck at the back of his knee. He was about to move to telekinesis when a loud voice interrupted him. “What are you doing in the name of the Father?!”

The forgemaster froze as if he’d been struck by lightning. That voice could only belong to one person. Noel.

He slowly turned around to face his lover. Noel was a short man, but one could see the strenght in his body. The face he made at Achilles was as if he’d smelled something foul.

“What is this? Did someone piss in your cereal, boyo? Quit bullying the woman or I will make sure you regret it.”

Achilles still wanted to fight Alethea, that much was obvious in his aura. Noel then said something in a musical language. “Do you still want to start a fight? Remember that time I summoned a golem because you wanted to start some shit with an old guy?” Alethea wouldn’t understand the language for it was Alpheccan gothic, but Achilles did. He still remembered the pain from being punched by the rock creature. His mechadendrites stopped their thrashing, but there still was anger in his eyes.

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Another catering order for the Laurelletes, and this time there needed to be roe and shellfish. He loved return customers and hopefully this time there would be no kidnapping plots, assassination plots, or other forms of chicanery. Let alone Uninvited Guests, the Laurelletes had no dealings with Xenos as far as he knew.

He decides to end his staring contest with the floor, lacking eyes it would have won eventually. Carefully, he moved his eye to look into one of hers. “Why thank you my lady. I wasn’t sure if you had ever been to something like... this. Before.”