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Post by Camulus Patrick Sayre on Jul 9, 2018 6:20:00 GMT -8
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Camulus Sayre
Camulus whistled softly to himself as he stood on the deck, watching the port growing closer and closer. To be honest, he was a little sad. Yes, he had arrived somewhere new, and that was all very exciting and wonderful and he was sure that he and Christine were going to have a whale of a time exploring in Egypt, but even so, there was always a touch of melancholy that surrounded the end of a voyage, because the man loved the journey just as much as he did the destination. That was, after all, why he had chosen to buy himself a ship. Apparation, the Floo Network, Portkeys... They were all perfectly serviceable methods of getting from A to B, and far quicker than sailing across any number of interceding nautical miles, but that wasn't the point. Camulus loved the sea, and most of all, he loved his ship. Being at sea, he felt... free. Away from the people and the pressures of dry land, away from the eyes of society and the expectations of the pureblooded world.
Still, there was a lot to be said for dry land as well. There were so many countries around the world, and they were all so different- how could anyone resist the urge to go travelling? He didn't know, but then there were some things that he would never understand. And, speaking of dry land...
Surreptitiously, he flicked his wand skywards, adjusting the sails as he gave the wheel a lazy spin. Docking was always the difficult part; the trick was to get close enough to the quay to be able to get off, but not to hit it with enough force to cause anything to break. Still, he was well practised by now, and it didn't take long before he was tossing a rope to some man standing on the shore in the hope that he would tie it to something rather than stealing it.
Post by Julian Taranis Faust on Jul 10, 2018 21:16:44 GMT -8
The man caught the rope, then with the grace that comes with years of experience, made quick work of securing the ship at the port.
Ordinarily it would require much more work to secure a ship as large as The Wanderer, but magic often made things much easier and Uri was familiar with the charms required to finish anchoring the ship. When he was finished he raised a hand to his eyes to shield the hot sun from blinding him. He could faintly make out the shape of Captain Sayre, but his vision soon adjusted itself and the blue eyes that many a maiden had swooned over became quite clear.
"I see you got my missive Captain." Uri spoke in a crisp American accent, which was at odds with the traditional Israeli garb, "It is good that you came so soon."
It was very good. Uri didn't know how much longer Julian had before the execution, but as a middle man he wasn't overly concerned with the fate of the man - he'd earn a commission either way. The payment doubled if Julian's friend could pay, but so many had fallen short in the past that he had learned not to expect much.
Post by Camulus Patrick Sayre on Jul 11, 2018 6:11:30 GMT -8
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Camulus Sayre
"Obviously," Camulus responded drily, stepping nimbly down onto the dock. It was safe to say that he was not in a good mood. He had had to abandon both his niece and his business in order to get here, and he was well aware that Christine was likely in an even worse mood than he was. The Irishman hoped to finish up quickly here so that he could get back to his planned itinerary, but he wasn't optimistic. Julian was in for a lot of questions, most of which were variations upon the theme of 'What the hell were you thinking?'.
Here, in port and somewhat sheltered from the sea breeze, the heat was stifling, and Camulus was thankful that he hadn't bothered with his linen jacket. He was, he realised, probably going to get burned, but he had more important things to worry about just at the moment. Head on one side, he regarded the man before him. "Well, here I am," he remarked idly. "Now what?" Nothing good, he would suspect, but then, over the years, Camulus had grown accustomed to this kind of situation. Merlin only knew what Julian had done to get himself into such a situation, but by now, that was more or less irrelevant.
Post by Julian Taranis Faust on Jul 14, 2018 12:16:49 GMT -8
Uri smiled, though it was more a show of teeth and a thin lip movement that indicated he was more amused at Camulus' attitude than happy. He was happy the man had showed up, happier still if he would pay Julian's fee.
"Now, I will escort you to the magistrate." he said deriving a sick sort of mysterious pleasure.
In the time he had surveyed Camulus he noticed small accents - both on the ship and the man himself - that indicated wealth. Better yet, the wealth was understated, Camulus didn't feel the need to show off his goods. Typically, that meant greater wealth.
He paused giving Camulus and his men to gather their bearings and get situated.
"Whenever you are ready." he said with a small bow.
Post by Camulus Patrick Sayre on Jul 14, 2018 12:33:22 GMT -8
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Camulus Sayre
"Lucky me," the Irishman muttered in a tone that was heavy with irony, glancing idly up at the ship behind him. The Wanderer was his life and soul and, consequently, he had made sure that adequate protection was attached to it during the long and complicated process which had been the magical renovation of the ship, with the result that anyone trying to steal it, or even to board without his permission, would find themselves in a very uncomfortable position indeed. "Well, come on then. Let's get it over with." He didn't expect the experience to be a pleasant one for anyone involved, but then he supposed that was the price that he paid for being the man on the ground.
Post by Julian Taranis Faust on Jul 17, 2018 8:29:51 GMT -8
Once again Uri gifted Camulus with a thin smile as he bowed slightly and began to lead the way. Uri was well aware that it would be nigh impossible to seize The Wanderer with the enchantments currently on the ship, but enchantments could be broken, crews could be overtaken, anything could happen.
They were a corrupt community, this was hardly the first time a wealthy traveler had visited and been taken advantage of, but a family as influential as the Sayres was definitely worth salivating over. They would all make out quite nicely on this take.
Uri weaved through the crowded streets with the flawless grace of a man well accustomed to the pick pockets and riff raff. Even if Uri didn't know how to navigate the dangerous crowd, his face was well known to the commoners that lined the pathway. None of them would dare pilfer or attack someone who worked for the Magistrate, nor would they give a second glance to the man accompanying Uri. A prize was only worthwhile if you were alive to enjoy it, the magistrate employed a swift and lethal form of punishment toward anyone who violated his law or got between him and a score.
In no time at all they were deep within the city, Uri turned down a dark alley and beckoned Camulus to follow him. "This way." he said encouragingly.
Post by Camulus Patrick Sayre on Jul 17, 2018 14:01:56 GMT -8
Camulus didn't bother to return the man's smile as he followed him deeper into the city. So far as he was concerned, the man was little more than a hired liar, a weapon of words in human form, and he had never liked such people. As a man of action himself, he tended to mistrust those who were happier hiding behind linguistics and tricks of the tongue. Of course he'd learned to use such things in the course of his work for his brother, but that was different; that was all in the line of business. This man, on the other hand... Well, it was different. He couldn't quite put the words around how it was different, but the fact remained that it was. And that was an end of it.
He slapped away the hand of a would-be pickpocket without even bothering to look down- a few years of somewhat unorthodox encounters had trained his senses to the point that it was practically on reflex. Had things been otherwise, he might well have broken the hand. Camulus didn't enjoy causing anyone pain, he'd been through enough of it himself to know how unpleasant it was. But he was not in a good mood. Not only had he had to break off his long-awaited holiday but he'd had to leave his niece behind in a convent, of all places, and that was not the kind of thing that he wanted to be doing to her, not in her summer holidays. He consoled himself with the thought that they'd just have to stay a bit longer than anticipated. He would make it up to her.
"All right, all right; I'm coming," he returned crushingly.
Camulus was not wrong in his assessment of Uri's character. He was a dirty low down sneak who would probably turn his grandmother over to the magistrate if there was money in it for him. He cared for nothing and no one outside his own pleasure, and in that way he was predictable. He played the odds to his favor, but his loyalty was often for sale. The magistrate paid the most - and kept him alive - two things Uri valued.
As Camulus joined him, he knocked in a peculiar way against the wall of the alleyway. The stone structure shifted and allowed light to escape from within.
"Just this way." Uri said with a small bow gesturing for Camulus to venture inside.
The interior was cool but bright, and much cleaner than the street had been. It was obvious the resident was wealthy by the silk lined draperies and thick Persian carpets on the floor. The space opened up wider to reveal a large waiting room with vivid colors from tapestries on the wall to rich ornaments that lined tables and shelves. Wealthy indeed.
Post by Camulus Patrick Sayre on Jul 18, 2018 13:57:11 GMT -8
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Camulus Sayre
Camulus liked to think that he was a good judge of people and, to be fair, he was. It was probably something to do with meeting so many of them all the time. For instance, he'd been able to tell at a glance that the man in front of him was a ruthless killer, a man without principles, a money-hungry vampire, and he was fairly sure of at least two of those points. But hey, two out of three wasn't bad. He'd heard it said that you could tell a killer by his eyes, but Camulus had never believed that. You told a killer by his actions, which could be a trifle inconvenient if it was you he was killing.
Refraining from making another clever comment since he couldn't think of one at that precise moment, the man stepped through the gap in the wall and made his way further in. He wasn't especially impressed by the decorations- so far as Camulus was concerned, it was a load of posturing. Who had Persian carpets these days? Camulus certainly didn't; they were a devil to clean. Tag: Julian Taranis Faust || 185 words || Outfit || Notes
Post by Julian Taranis Faust on Jul 18, 2018 22:01:45 GMT -8
Camulus was far more astute than most of the men that had preceded him. Point of fact he was three for three, Uri had no principles when it came to money, not even when it pertained to murder. For the time being there was no need to act with such intensity, but he was flexible should the odds shift out of Camulus' favor.
He paused, letting the sight of the room wash over his visitor and waiting to see if there was any reaction. Again Uri smiled as Camulus appeared unimpressed with the obvious displays of wealth in front of him.
Another man appeared from behind a curtain suddenly and came toward them. He briefly whispered something in Uri's ear before Uri nodded and waved the servant away.
"His honor is unfortunately occupied at the present moment. Perhaps you would care for food or wine while you wait?"
Post by Camulus Patrick Sayre on Jul 19, 2018 9:17:38 GMT -8
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Camulus Sayre
Folding his arms, the man leaned irreverently against a wall covered with heavily patterned hangings as he waited. Yes, he was well aware of all the guidelines about mutual respect, about professional presentation, about the gentle approach, but he wasn't trying to sell the man anything- though he could offer him one hundred per cent off the price of a one-way ticket to the bottom of the sea if the man felt so inclined, and would do so happily. He highly doubted that anyone was going to try to kill him, at least not yet- after all, he was still the one with the money, and killing people who were about to give you money was very bad for business.
"No," he replied shortly. Killing people with money might be bad for business, but drugging them was a different proposition altogether.
"Suit yourself." Uri replied in a thinly amused tone while ordering the servant to bring food and drinks anyway for himself and for his guest should Camulus change his mind. It wouldn't behoove them to poison Camulus so early in negotiations, but the man was astute, and it would hardly have been the first time that such measures had been taken. Truly, as much as Julian was a prize, Camulus was moreso for all the connections the Sayre family had - not to mention the wealth.
Unfortunately, the Sayres were notoriously clever and very nearly untouchable, only a madman would go against that family for fear of the sizable wrath that would follow. Then again the eldest Sayre had been reported dead not too long ago, so perhaps the risk could merit reward. It was something to consider.
"You are very far from home, yet you arrived so soon after our summons was sent. Truly I did not think our owls would reach you so swiftly or perhaps you were already traveling nearby?" Uri prodded.
Post by Camulus Patrick Sayre on Jul 25, 2018 7:07:29 GMT -8
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"I intend to," Camulus retorted sharply, wasting no manners on the excuse for a man in front of him. Outwardly, he appeared languid, leaning against the wall in an attitude of total apathy. Inwardly, however, he'd never worked harder. His eyes flicked from one side to another, taking in everything, absorbing, thinking, calculating... He was pretty sure he'd be able to get out in a hurry if he had to, but then there was Julian to consider, and besides, he would hardly get far in a place like this; the Magistrate was probably paying off half the town. Currently, therefore, his options were limited, if not yet non-existent. The Sayres had power and influence, yes, but that was less true here than in any more civilised part of the world. Camulus had his wand, his wits, his money and the threat of his family back in Ireland. It was not exactly a brilliant hand with which to play poker.
"Perhaps," he agreed, keeping his face blank. Camulus had no wish to reveal where he'd been; partly because he found the idea distasteful and partly because he didn't intend to tell them anything that might lead them to Christine.
