~ CHAPTER 23 ~
<< The Summit of the Mountain >>
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Place: Nors Aloch Hotel Ballroom, Village of Kura M’Zan
Region: Lower West Arceali Valley
Day: Shiroffkove
Date: Zshima 57th
Year: 5th Turn, 12
I walked with Zu’Conveytion Wera, casting off the shackles that we had adorned from those mindless tradesmon and their desperate pleas. My digits tapped idly against my empty wine glass. I’d hoped to refill and share a drink with the woman… but we were in a fine enough mood. Little else needed to be coerced from her.
The rumble of the crowd seemed to quiet as we climbed the stairs. The light did not reach here, in this darkened and secluded corner of the Showcase hall. Yet despite this, the Girafarig seemed to glide up the stairs and across the overlook with a deep familiarity, her eyes glued to the scene below.
She seemed to smirk particularly at the chattering tradesmon below, all of whom looked most dejected at their missed opportunity. I kept my own smirk down to a mere smile of satisfaction, as we shared in that moment. Let her be the one acting vindictive, while I simply abide by it.
“Come, come, Adelaide Imperator Di Milan – what a unique name I must say – I think I’d rather watch the next auction from a better, more secluded vantage point. Zerazani is next, if my schedule is correct.” Wera’s voice came again, grabbing my attention.
Now having a chance to listen to her, the Girafarig spoke with a fairly pompous lift to her words, as though she meant to make her societal position clear with every syllable.
“I do admit, I didn’t even see Zerazani’s piece in the pre-screening. She insisted it be a surprise and, well, I couldn’t help but indulge in a surprise. I’ve no worry it will be a piece of exceptional quality.” Wera continued as she led me up and away from the show floor, towards an overlook. “Her originals always fetch the highest prices and stir up the most ravenous and explosive of auctions – even the printed copies sell by the hundreds to the tradesmon looking to display the latest Zerazani masterwork.”
“I am most excited for her work to be presented,” I said, with a cheery lilt. As posh and dignified as Wera’s, but not so brash as to act above her. I was only here by her mercy, and I spoke as such. “I profess, I am likewise in the dark about what she’ll be showing. All that she promised was that I’d be personally interested in seeing it. She has a way with spectacle, though- I am certain it will dazzle unlike any other.”
Even with my apprehensions… I spoke with truth. Her display of “talent” at the Iron Wings was undeniable. One could only hope this next affair was less hostile to the guests.
Wera raised her eyebrows, glancing at me.
“I must admit to my relationship with Zerazani being primarily business and friendly in passing – but she certainly sang your praises when recommending I pen you up an invitation.” Wera ventured. “I never knew her to have much in the way of close personal contacts. What is your relationship to Arcea’s most famous artist?”
“Hm?” I looked to Wera with a gentle, almost innocent smile. “Oh, it is hard to say our exact relation… and her mind is such a labyrinth- whatever answer I would give would differ heavily from her own. But…”
‘She is… an investor?
An employee?
Perhaps even, a teammate? I could have said any one of these, but-‘
I laughed.
“She’s taken some interest in my work… and, more importantly, she is a good friend. That is the long and short of it.”
…was I meant to say that? It felt… childish, to boast friendship at a formal affair. And yet… in my light-headed state, it slipped out so naturally.
It was harder to keep down the truth, with the Eksai taking its effect.
“Too right about Zerazani. Though I admire her work and her passion for the arts I find her a difficult woman to decipher. To think you managed to tame her enough to befriend her…or perhaps you both are just in understanding?” Wera’s sharp eyes glanced my way curiously. “But tell me, what of your partner? I believe she was a Miss Siranae? Zerazani spoke of her in a similar light…”
My expression broke when my companion’s name was uttered. I’d almost forgotten about her presence, in the haze of my victory. I looked across the crowd, searching quickly- and calmed down once I found the Audino again.
Below, I could see Siranae having finally broken away from the tradesmon that had accosted us. She walked with a small saucer of sandwiches which she picked at politely whilst admiring some of the pieces on display…and it seemed she even managed to strike a conversation of her own with a well-dressed Poke’mon.
…she looked very happy to be living her dream, all the blunders and distress aside.
“Siranae of Arceliaze…” I spoke, in a reverent whisper. “She is… the finest partner I could ask for.”
I leaned gently against the barrier of the overlook. My wistful stare was locked on the girl.
“Strong, in a word… the strongest Poke’mon I’ve met. Physically impressive, and mentally resilient. But anyone can be ‘strong.'”
I sighed. A weak smile formed on my face again.
“No, there is a kindness and an optimism that belies her strength. Adversity does not harden her noble heart. I can only wish to be so gracious of a soul as her, aha.”
There was a brief pause. A contemplative silence that hung on the note of my words. I could feel Wera’s eyes on me for a moment whilst I stared down at Siranae, watching the girl as she mirthfully spoke. Siranae’s pose was so refined from Kalae’s teachings, yet they still held a strong, lumbering earnestness that was so utterly Siranae.
And none else.
After the distress I’d brought on her…it was nice to appreciate her smile again. Even if it had to be from a distance, up here in the shadows of the overlook.
At last I heard a warm sigh next to me, Wera looking over the railing as well.
“She sounds a most agreeable companion to you, in all endeavors, Adelaide Imperator Di Milan.” Wera said. “I may send someone to fetch her after the auction. I should love to make her acquaintance as I have yours.”
Though Wera did not look my way I could tell the smile on her face was for myself.
I laughed quietly. Wera was not so difficult to face… if Siranae could pass over all the dreadful formalities of getting to meet Wera, then she would impress the Zu’Conveytion easily.
Easily, as she took to all her endeavors.
Such a wonder of a girl.
Below, at the front stage, the mousy auctioneer bounced back into view. Wera’s smile grew as she leaned in to watch with rapt interest.
“Attention, all noble Poke’mon in attendance! I do apologize for the wait!”
My ears pricked at the call of the auctioneer. It had been an age anticipating Zerazani’s artwork… I couldn’t deny my own interest.
The rumbling chatter of the crowd slowly quieted at the booming voice of the auctioneer. The workers on the stage scurried off quickly.There, standing just offstage, I could see Zerazani stroking down her dress as she waited to be called.
The Smeargle was smiling devilishly. I could see the toothy grin even from here. That gleaming grin was hard to ignore. Silently, I prayed that no more ink-beasts were to be involved in her work.
Below, the auctioneer continued.
“I’m to understand that many in attendance have been waiting in great anticipation for tonight’s final offering. Our workers here at the Arcean Arts Association, sponsored by noble Zu’Conveytion Wera, are ecstatic with this work that’s been submitted to us.”
A murmur rolled over the crowd. Quiet yet charged with electric anticipation.
“We stand now here at the cusp of a rare moment and opportunity – the unveiling of a new, fully fledged master work by the greatest artist to put ink to canvas…please welcome here now: Zerazani of Laesi.”
The reaction was immediate – like nothing I’d seen for any of the other artists.
An explosion of clapping, and stomping from the quadrupeds. Even Wera politely tapped a hoof on the tile floor.
And amid the thunderous applause stepped Zerazani to the stage, silken red dress trailing behind her. Her gaze was subdued but I could tell it was a weak dam – shuddering and straining against the outflow of passion that I knew the Smeargle woman for.
But Zerazani did, in the end, have an excellent public face.
I was quiet, by comparison, against the roaring of the crowd – one paw clapping at the base of another, still clutching my glass. I knew Zerazani did not need the raucous cheers of a friend.
The Smeargle came to the center of the stage with a rope in hand connected to the cloth drape obscuring the massive painting behind her, keeping it secret.
The applause continued. And continued.
And just as I thought it would never end there was a small lull in the noise which Zerazani capitalized on impressively.
“Good evening to all the patrons and constituents to the Arcean Arts Association. And good evening to all noble Zu’Conveytion and Conveytion that grace us with their most blessed, holy presence. I do feel the warmth of Arceus swirl amid us all.”
I snickered just so, as she spoke of ‘holy presence’ and the ‘warmth’ of an unseen deity. I could only imagine how saying such things must have pained Zerazani. Or perhaps she enjoyed the lie, that playing of a facade. I could even describe her performance as over-done, if only because I knew her true nature. I hoped she drew some enjoyment from the excessive pandering of her character.
“I shall not bore you with formalities nor long speeches, for we are all very conscientious of our time in this busy world. Yet even so I feel some obligation to give this piece its due pomp. For it is, without question, a most important piece. To me…to you…to the world in which we live.”
The murmurs grew more excited. I could see the hungry gazes of the tradesmon. Even many of the well-dressed Zu’Conveytion below looked as though they were children staring longingly at a treat withheld.
Zerazani’s smile grew, ever so slightly – it was only I that noticed the Smeargle’s growing mania.
“It came to me first in a dream and then secondly in flesh and blood. It was in the form of a woman I can only describe as an icon of the modern Arcean. The grand and gilded Poke’mon here now at their most sublime – a creature of sense and reason and sound judgement and charity, so far removed from the dark roots of tribal feralism as to be of an altogether different and better species. The final ascension of ourselves.”
The words seemed to send a shock through the crowd, as though those words utterly enraptured them. Zerazani’s words were carefully picked and played. My own smile dimmed, as she spoke.
Was this to be another portrait of some gaudy Conveytion, perhaps a favor for a generous lump sum? Another visage of herself for people to laud over, as some ironic commentary on her own suffering?
No… none of those could be right. None of them matched the frantic euphoria that was hiding just beneath the surface.
The Smeargle looked back, sweeping an arm towards the portrait.
“See now and look upon her!”
Zerazani pulled the rope. I was frightened, yet enraptured, as the veil was brought down.
The drape dropped to the ground, revealing the painting.
Wera’s eyebrows raised. Gasps of awe rang over the crowd.
Like looking into a window into another world. Dark clouds pierced by shining light. Foaming waves crashing against a solid rock, wetted and glistening. A cloth sash floated behind a figure whose fur was rendered down to the last strand. In their hand they held a sparkling golden scale, perfectly balanced upon a single finger.
But, wait…the figure in the painting…it was-!!
“Your goddess of the modern day!”
A Buizel with a tuft of blue-tipped head fur and a wizened expression stared back at me.
…I froze. Locked into place, as if a fox staring down the barrel of a gun.
Hundreds of hungering, yearning eyes – fixed upon the visage of me. Even when they stared upon a painting, I could feel their attention on myself.
‘Gilded Poke’mon.’ ‘A different and better species.’ The ‘goddess of the modern day.’ The words hammered against the inside of my skull.
My hazing mind raced with concern. How long had she been planning this? Had she been studying me in our encounters, for the purpose of this… deranged homage? What gall had she, to compare me to a deity?? Why, why was this her surprise?!
My hand quivered on my cup. Near to dropping it off of the railing, if I didn’t still have my wits about me. I could barely break the silence between Wera and myself.
“She is… quite the imaginative woman, isn’t she?” I said, my voice cracking at the very end.
Wera seemed just as shocked as I. Her eyes were widened, chin tucked, mouth slightly agape.
Though just as it seemed my chances with the Zu’Conveytion had been dashed upon the cruel rocks of Zerazani’s fancies…Wera’s expression of shock melted into one of bemusement.
“Well well, Miss Adelaide…” The Girafarig said, glancing at me as a roar of applause rang through the building at the sight of the painting.
Her eyes darted to my quivering hand. Ear turned towards my cracking voice. Gaze drinking in my frozen body.
“I take it from your shock that this is not simply a commission she’s peddling.” Wera said with frightening accuracy. “She simply drew that beautiful piece on a whim? Of you? My, are you the interesting one to have captured her fancy so.”
I huffed – then smiled, cheeks still red with a fury that could be reasonably passed off for embarrassment.
‘Do not falter too far. You still have an image to maintain.’
“Is that so…?” A gentle laugh, as I regained my composure. “I can only profess to being myself – any other conclusions are your own to draw, Zu’Conveytion.”
My posture was corrected, my icy stare was reformed. Even if my mind was rattled, I could hold onto the façade. I banished my swirling thoughts for a moment just as I could hear Zerazani talking over the roaring applause.
And the Smeargle was reveling in the reactions of the crowd, shouting to them like an impassioned herald.
“Wielding a dagger of reason with the scales of justice and rationality, the Goddess of the Modern World shall look upon all of you and render fair judgement. Business flounders or excels by the whims of forces beyond our control but that we are ever mindful of. She is the essence of our age of gold.”
Zerazani crossed her hand over her chest, her manic grin ever widening.
“Of course, to any that wish to have the original proudly hung and displayed to bless your stock and trade, I’d not cheapen its uniqueness and absolute rarity. Dear friends deserve a price no less than 9,000 coins.”
There was a rolling huff among some of the tradesmon – that price was clearly out of their reach.
Yet Zerazani struck again.
“But I hardly wish to leave others without the blessings of rationality to be displayed. Though I often charge high for the quality prints I offer…this time, here and now…will your prints be…”
She paused impressively.
“…300 coins only. A loss I am happy to bear for a piece this important – for those unfamiliar with this visage, I urge, must correct their ignorance and soon~!”
The roar of the crowd returned. So low a price for prints of such a piece and of such size and detail. Zerazani had just made copies of my image affordable to all.
“For prints, please see Jinjii at his shop – you all know the man! But for now-!”
The Smeargle CLAPPED her hands together. Her smile stretched from ear to ear.
Wera chuckled beside me.
“Here it comes…”
“Do I hear an offer for 9,000 coins~?” Zerazani shouted!
“9,500!!”
“10,000!! Easily!”
“No! No!! I MUST have it in my study!!! 11,000!!”
“HUSH!! 12,000!”
“Zerazani! Zerazani!! 15,000! Oh surely that’s enough! Surely!”
“20,000!”
“30,000!”
“60,000!!!”
“80,000!!!!!”
80,000-?!
My…
…my face was worth 80,000 coins.
“90,000!!”
“Ooohhh…95,000!!”
The sheer rabid screaming for the picture, the cacophonous rush. And Zerazani simply drank it in, hand to her ear as she listened to the desperate clamoring for my image.
A bead of sweat dripped from my brow, as the price was spoken. 90,000? For artwork of some girl? Even if beautifully rendered, it was such a steep asking price…
My concentration broke again, as Wera laughed. My eyes burrowed into the auctioneers. Terrified.
…thousands. Tens of thousands of coins, tossed into the air. Wagered, offered in a manic flare.
For my face. For the visage of me, as some…false god.
Pushing on one hundred thousand. A portrait worth dozens of my house.
My head swirled. I felt faint.
“95,000 coins, I hear 95 thousand!”
“Hhhh-!!! 95,100!!-“
“DON’T YOU SNIPE ME!! 96,000!! A true gentlemon’s bid!!”
“96 thousand, got 96, shall it go to the ‘gentlemon’~?”
There was a squirm and huff among the crowd. A murmur. Frantic whispering.
“Put me for 97,000! I can’t go any higher!!”
“Final call coming up! I hear 97 thousand, that’s 3 and 2 and-“
“No no!! 98,000!!”
“100,000!! That’s it! You’re clearing me out!”
“SOLD!”
A howl of disappointment rocked the showcase as Zerazani cut off the bidding at that final offer. Only a single Poke’mon in the crowd was happy – the wife of the now-distraught Zu’Conveytion who was a single painting richer.
The Smeargle looked back, motioning for the workers to start wrapping up the painting.
“A most wise and fruitful purchase – you now own the canvas and oil of the great noble icon of Arcea.” Zerazani called, her gaze returning to the crowd. “I see now every office blessed with her gaze and fair judgement. Your deals – swift and fruitful, as we all aspire to be more like she.”
Her smile widened as she clasped her hands together…and though I couldn’t be sure I’d swear she glanced up towards me. Cheekily.
My swirling thoughts could at least settle, as that outrageous price came to fruition. One hundred thousand. There were no other thresholds of absurdity to pass.
I shivered. If nothing else… my image would decorate the halls of fine establishments all across Arceliaze. Familiarity with my visage could do no harm, at least with socialites.
A chuckle to my side. Wera watched the enormous painting be wrapped in cloth and carried off-stage for pickup later.
“The conclusions I seem to be drawing are very informative, Miss Adelaide Imperator Di Milan.” The Zu’Conveytion spoke mysteriously and with a small smile. “Zerazani is soon to join us here – I had personally invited her. But now I admit my curiosity of you grows.”
I looked to Wera, my demeanor calm as ever, body still leaning gently against the railing. As casual as one could look, after their identity had been… displayed in such a manner.
“Is that so?” I giggled softly. “Do tell – perhaps I could sate some of that desire.”
Her sharp eyes seemed to be searching me. Though her head wobbled ever so slightly from the three or so glasses of Eksai she’d consumed, she remained an ever enigmatic noble.
“A unique name, a fortune and penchant for the arts, and yet none have heard your name but from an artist deeply entrenched with nobility, with whom you’ve become close friends…all while purportedly having under your wing some manner of new enterprise.” Wera cocked her head to the side. “Now, Adelaide, I’m not one for mixing pleasure with business and I do not plan to start tonight. I simply ask for an indulgence of curiosity as to this ‘enterprise’ and your background. For conversation’s sake, say.”
Even as I listened, smiling, I felt a pit form in my stomach. The first of many times where I must efficiently lie about my origins.
So be it.
“As to the topic of my background…in truth, what is there to say, but what you see here and now?” My smile remained firm. “My father is a stock trader from Kollovan… although, I admit that I cannot disclose his investments. And I think myself far more than simply the daughter of my father.”
“Ah, humble beginnings. Many of my own friends have toddled off to Kollovan to invest, invest, invest. I’ve decided to stay in Arceliaze simply because I know a bubble when I see it.” Wera rolled her eyes with a sigh. I nodded along gently with her warnings of a bubble. I couldn’t admit to knowing any better, but the payment of erratic shares from my work had left me irked in a similar way. “Let us say I’m preparing my finances for when my friends come back, pockets low, and in need of a mercy loan. If the here and now is more important than so be it – what of this enterprise?”
“…I suppose you would call it a contracting company,” I said, swirling a digit around the rim of my empty cup. “Collecting the finest workers that Arceliaze has bred, and employing them. No task too big, nor too small… for the right price, of course.”
A snicker, as my eyes wandered away.
“When… current organizations fail, only a business can provide what people truly need.”
Perhaps tasteless – but a direct allusion to the Arceali Guild. A Zu’Conveytion such as her would not run away crying from such an implication.
At that explanation the Girafarig Zu’Conveytion’s eyes absolutely sparkled, half-lidded and knowing.
And yet, despite the interest flashing through her eyes all she said was:
“Interesting…”
She was quiet a long moment, only staring down at the crowd below in deep contemplation.
Likewise, far below, I could see Siranae as her conversation was cut short by what looked to be a staff member that whispered to her. The Audino perked up and nodded slightly, following the staff member. My eyes traced Siranae’s every step. Only after a moment did I realize she’d already been called to me – to Wera.
Had Wera gestured to a servant, with such precision? Or was it one of those… unholy tricks of Poke’mon, to manifest things at their will?
The whole of my business had been summoned, and I had not even realized it. If nothing else, Zerazani’s talent for navigating nobility could be of service to me.
It mattered not. My expression was icy and calm all the while, as if I had not noticed nor minded such odd behavior.
“Adelaide…” Wera’s voice came again, pulling me from my people-watching. “Are these fully-scoped, no limits nor questions asked jobs? For I may know of certain parties who are in the market for…”
She paused, finding the word.
“…alternatives.”
“Mmh…” I glanced to Wera, smile remaining. “Questions, perhaps, for our own security. We would be no more than common thugs if we were so easily thrust into action, without a thought for what it would bring us.”
A light chuckle.
“But… no judgment. No discrimination. No restraints, to achieve what our clientele deserves. For a fair price…”
I winked.
“The Helping Hands of Coronatus shall be at their disposal.”
“That’ll do, Adelaide Imperator Di Milan, that’ll do.” The Girafarig smiled in turn.
The Zu’Conveytion shifted, gesturing her head and beckoning me to follow. I could already tell where she was taking me – the overlook where I’d seen the true Conveytion sitting with their servants, detached and distant from all the rest of the rabble.
As Conveytion always seemed to be.
“Your associate Siranae and Zerazani will meet us there. I do hope Conveytion Dulkinus is in good spirits – the way he takes to Eksai means a foul mood will only be worsened…” Wera sighed, glacning back at me. “Especially if Conveytion Nixa is goading him, as I suspect she will be. She has…an amusing sense of humor, which is all you’ll hear me say on the matter.”
Though the Girafarig was powerful, rich and with social standing valuable enough for tradesmon to fight over…Zu’Connveytion Wera knew her place when it came to the Conveytion of Arcea. That was clear.
We climbed another set of darkened stairs, coming up to a landing with red curtains drawn to block whatever was on the other side. The horns upon Wera’s head glowed with a faint purple light and I could see a corner of the privacy curtains held in ‘psychic’ magic. I watched Wera intently, steps locked with hers while we ascended. The eerie glow of black magic at work… I did my best to stomach its presence.
But before Wera pulled back the curtain she looked back at me.
“Now, Adelaide, I don’t know how often you’ve associated with Conveytion but I’ll say this anyway for your benefit – let me talk first and introduce you. Be on your best behavior, no matter the…mannerisms of Conveytion. Remember your place.” Wera’s voice was low…and grave. “Mark me, though I find you an agreeable companion, it’s not out of selfless altruism I bring you before them – so I urge you to be mindful to the fullest of your words and actions even if and especially when the same is not afforded to you.”
A sympathetic look crossed Wera’s face.
“I only say this because you are a new face…and every Conveytion is quirky in their own unique way. You understand, yes, Adelaide?”
I stared into Wera’s eyes, contemplative, yet unfazed. A polite smile grew on my face once again.
“I understand, Zu’Conveytion. And, of course, I would wish not to disturb the evening of a Conveytion, especially not one so generous as to welcome me into his presence.” I clasped my paws at the front of my waist. “But I do truly appreciate your offered advice. Your wisdom is not to be shirked.”
As much as I wished to pin this fierce warning on another failing of Arcean nobility… I knew better than that. There were always those nobles who knew no grace, and who squabbled and spat with no better manners than a street rat.
And I had been well-trained to be subservient in their presence.
“Very good, Adelaide Imperator.” Wera said with a nod. “Let us begin. Come along.”
The psychic grip on the curtain tightened and the fabric was pulled away, showing the Conveytion’s Balcony.
It was secluded and rather spacious. To my right was a railing past which I could see the entirety of the showcase floor. To my left was a completely stocked open bar with multiple tenders expertly mixing concoctions of various colors.
And just ahead I saw who it was all for.
Two Conveytion.
Only two.
The first, lounging upon a velvet full body chair was…
TARGET:
- CONVEYTION DULKINUS
CONVEYTION DULKINUS
SPECIES:
- BEARTIC
BEARTIC
Conveytion and representative of the Machine Guild for the Me Saqi regional area.
Among other holdings and companies under him his primary stock and trade is in naval warship construction and in his total ownership of the Me Saqi city cold water ports.
Across from him, leaning upon the railing was the towering figure of…
TARGET:
- CONVEYTION NIXA
CONVEYTION NIXA
SPECIES:
- CHESNAUGHT
CHESNAUGHT
Mother of Zu’Conveytion Jalsa, who is in the Arceali guild via connections with Tsuvula of the Water Guild – chiefly the fact that Conveytion Nixa has been pursuing Water Irrigation regulation and fines with Conveytion Tsuvula and, most notably, the late Illaminian noble Varsae.
Due to Varsae’s death, funding for pushing this law forward has become destabilized which, it has been noted, recently led to a more aggressive pursuit of environmental fines on all other Conveytion and their businesses.
It’s no wonder she’s very, very unpopular.
Even now I could hear the both of them speaking to one another as Conveytion Wera stepped up to lead me along.
“Vex! Vex, vex, vex! I say that’s all you’ve ever been good for! Pinching every coin until I’m bone dry, like irksome leaves billowing in my face!” From the Beartic came a raspy, wheezing voice that sounded as though it’d shatter from how sternly he was talking. “You speak of violating tree law! Haw! What trees in Me Saqi? Last I remember there’s no law on Snow though by Arceus I’m sure that’s up next!”
“It might be somewhere on the list, of course, of course.” The Chesnaught’s voice came next, bassy and smug. “Dulkinus, you should know better than anyone that what’s yours is mine. And mine and mine~”
“Vex! Vexxed am I!! I’ll have satisfaction, you mark me, Leaf Guild scoundrel!” Dulkinus blustered, taking a desperate, gurgling, rude chug of his massive golden cup filled with bubbling alcohol.
Wera let out a weary sigh seeing the the two Conveytion as they bickered and argued. Their servants were silently running back and forth to supply the lounging Beartic with (hopefully watered down) drink in fresh cups and food on silver platters.
I did not flinch, amidst the roars of mindless elites. Whether dogged by intoxication or infested by self-righteous greed- they were as horrible as I had feared.
And I said nothing. My paws were clasped, my tails stood idly behind me. I barely held a presence in that room- for a nobildonna always knows her place.
Wera approached, though she walked with heavy footsteps such that her hooves loudly clacked upon the tile. In this way, she made herself known without speaking. The Beartic paused his furious rambling to look our way.
Behind me, I could hear a pair of soft footsteps silently approaching to accompany us. It must have been Siranae and Zerazani, silent and respectful as they ascended the staircase to the Conveytion’s balcony.
“Wera!!” Dulkinus’s voice sharply rasped, bringing my attention forward. The Beartic’s beady little eyes burrowed into us as his cup of expensive, sparkling drink sloshed about. Every drop spilled was immediately cleaned up. “Fancy of you to finally join us only at the end of this auction! I daresay my wife wouldn’t spit on half the hogwash shown at this little showcase!”
“Well, better luck at the next one I suppose, honorable Conveytion Dulkinus.” Wera said with a nod. “Artists of even remote talent are hard to come by these days.”
“I’ll say!! It was all the same! Landscapes and still life??? Portraits of other Pokemon??” Dulkinus sucked in a breath which bled into a burp, as though his organs were all sloshing around violently in his large belly. “At least that goddess picture had a little flair to it! Is Zerazani the only good Artist in Arcea these days? I need something unique! Unique!!”
“I agree, Honorable Conveytion – rancid lot of paintings this time around it seems.” Wera echoed back, clearly not meaning a word of it but simply capitulating.
“Wera, Wera, Wera, we’ve been business partners for years. You can call me Dulkinus, plain and simple.” The Beartic huffed.
“I trust I can, Honorable Conveytion.” Wera said respectfully, minding her place. The Beartic huffed, waving a paw dismissively at her but only taking another gurgling swallow of his drink.
“Our most honorable Conveytion of the Machine Guild has been drinking himself silly.” The Chesnaught’s voice piped up again, a smile spreading over her face. “But no one, not even Dulkinus, escapes their Leaf Guild dues. Even if they keep moving.”
“I told you I was here for paintings! As if I would avoid you, wretch and common thief. I drove my fist clean through a pickpocket just the other day, mark me, I did!” Dulkinus sat up, blustering in the face of Nixa’s rude laughing. “I did!!”
“Swung and missed, I’m sure, falling forward in your drunken stupor and getting mud on your fine Quayoffis.” Nixa taunted.
“Well…” Dulkinus huffed. “…then I bought the pickpocket’s apartment and closed it down. See how well he eats without a roof, haw!”
Not a response. Not one to the disgusting belches of a noble, nor the pestersome pleas of the other, nor the disgrace that each of them brought to their class as a whole.
I simply waited, until I was called upon.
The Beartic took another loud swallow of his glass, looking over at Wera and I once more.
“Now, Wera, what is…this that’s shadowing you?” Dulkinus burped, vaguely gesturing towards me.
The Girafarig smiled, stepping to the side.
“She is good news, yes, very good news indeed for you, Honorable Conveytion Dulkinus. An answer to some of the woes you’ve been experiencing.”
That made Dulkinus perk up. He swung his heavy feet around, standing up with a wobble. A few of the servants scurried around him as if ready to catch if he were to fall but the Beartic, against all odds, managed to keep standing.
“Answer to my woes? Woes?? Good grief! At last! Out with it, woman! What woes?” He shouted.
Wera looked back, gesturing her head for me to approach.
Beside me…I heard the two other pairs of footsteps come up to either side of me – Siranae and Zerazani.
“Honorable Conveytion Dulkinus, may I introduce you to Siranae of Arceliaze, Zerazani of Laesi-“
“Aye, Zerazani, very good showing tonight.” Dulkinus interrupted, lifting his cup to the Smeargle that now stood to my right.
The Smeargle, amazingly…said nothing, keeping her lips tight until Wera finished.
“…and finally…” The Girafarig continued. She locked eyes with me…then turned to the Conveytion. “Adelaide Imperator Di Milan of Kollavon. They are the owners and operators of The Helping Hands of Coronatus W.P.”
“Mmm…!” Dulkinus huffed in contemplation. His eyes looked your way curiously as he stroked his chin. “Adelaide…a very unique name…so what?”
Wera looked back at me with a growing smile.
“So…” Wera began. “She may be the answer to your grievances with certain important organizations regarding specific work.”
The Beartic looked confused for a moment…
…before his eyes widened. Mouth agape.
Realization overcoming him.
“Well, Adelaide, Siranae, Zerazani…” Wera urged. “Would you three like to explain to the Conveytion the nature of your work?”
I looked to Dulkinus, and then to Nixa, with my gentle stare.
Siranae’s quiet presence almost choked out my thoughts. But I persisted.
Two Conveytion, arrogant, thoughtless. Almost belligerent.
Predicting their moves…
…would not be necessary.
“Of course, Zu’Conveytion.”
I stepped forward, and smiled.
“Thank you for your time,” I said to the Beartic, though my eyes darted to the Chesnaught as well. Due respect to both, to be allowed in their presence. “The Helping Hands of Coronatus is a company of contractors. We employ those we find capable, at any task that could be helpful, and connect them to those needing workers. Strength, or skill, or endurance- we will provide.”
I glanced to Wera, nodding my head gently, before looking at the Beartic again. “I’m led to believe you have some tasks to be performed… ones that have not been fulfilled elsewhere?”
My paw rose up against my chest.
“We would be honored to be of service to you. Whatever this task might be… we will fulfill every detail of it, down to the letter. You need only discuss it with us.”
As I spoke that final word, I waited to see their reactions.
But there were none.
I instead saw something else in the silence after I finished continued. And dragged on.
I could see it in the gormless expression Dulkinus wore as I explained. I could see it in his empty eyes devoid of understanding. I could see it in Nixa’s haughty smirk and the lazy stroke of her chin. I could see it in her relaxed posture and thoughtless nods in false comprehension.
These Conveytion were nobles by birth, not by earning.
They did not struggle for a dime in their life.
Neither hunger nor strife nor want ever sullied their gilded lives.
Like children on top of the world, looking down at the rest, they had learned so little of the world. So little but avarice and greed, unrepentant and unmitigated. For all time.
And as the silence dragged on Wera stepped back with a tone of voice not unlike a patient governess teaching basic lessons to an inattentive child.
“Honorable Conveytion Dulkinus…?” The Girafarig began. “I do believe that you had submitted work to a certain organization regarding some matter with your ports in Me Saqi.”
“Ahhh…!! Yes! To the Arceali Guild, I remember!” The Beartic harrumphed. “Blasted little organization – !! It’s been months and I’ve had no word! And I’d suspect I shan’t get one any time soon!”
“Ohh, a temper tantrum, is it, Dulkinus?” The Chesnaught goaded.
“It’s just all so very unfair!!” Dulkinus’s voice cracked into a simpering whine most unfitting to the mannish voice it came from. “Many Conveytion have all conspired, yes, conspired I say! They form a big group and don’t even let me in on it! Scolius and Garsoni are in on it, I know they are!!”
A stamp on the ground. I was forgotten during the man’s ravings.
“Some bint in S’Ran fires off a few beams and now Scolius and Garsoni are negotiating with Shara about new interest rates for Machine Guild companies. But do they include Dulkinus? NnooooooOOOO! All my businesses are being left out!” The Beartic whinged.
I could just barely notice Siranae’s fist balled at the mention of what happened at S’Ran. In the corner of my eye I saw her face darken. I wished I could reach out and sooth her at all…but I had to maintain my appearance…
…and I did not feel it right for me to do it, anyway. Not now, after what had happened.
“Now those two have locked up my port to sell Iron Carriages off to some Selvano Surplus in Illaminamo and I’m hardly getting so much as a cut for it!!” Dulkinus finished with a loud, guttural, rasping huff.
“Moreover -” Wera inserted herself again. “Honorable Conveytion Nixa…did you not also recently submit work to this organization?”
“Oh my, yes~!” The Chesnaught replied, stepping up and nearly shoving Dulkinus aside. “I specified it’s work most urgent. Yet I’ve yet to see head or hair of the guild – even my own daughter! Shameful thing – who are they to stand up me when I’ve an important task.”
“Bah!!” Dulkinus spluttered. “A treasure hunt in Kollovan is not an important task! My whole port’s been shut down by my troubles!”
“Oh I care not for your silly old port – the port of Kollovan is much nicer anyway!” Nixa waved him away. “No, my trouble will see the Squirtle River shut down if it’s not tended to. See if it won’t!”
Wera cleared her throat rather loudly to gain the squabbling Conveytions’ attention.
“Of course. The Honorable Conveytion all deal in matters of absolute importance and I’ve deeply sympathized with the shameful negligence that has left you unsatisfied.”
Wera turned to the three of us.
“Thus, to you I offer your solution: Contract workers who shall do it instead, with no more waiting on that other organization.” Wera finished. “No standing up nor noble cliques. Won’t that be nice?”
“Yes indeed, I should think so!” Dulkinus huffed, taking another gargling swallow of his drink and finishing it, tossing it over his shoulder – a Minun servant caught it before it clattered to the ground. Dulkinus was, of course, presented with another glass immediately after. “What say you, Miss…whatever your name was? Shall we form a contract?”
“Nevermind him, Miss Coronatus.” Nixa butt in, getting my name entirely wrong. “My task is of utmost urgency and simply cannot delay.”
“That’s a wash!!” Dulkinus protested with an offended look. “Mark me – mine is far, far more pressing!”
My eyes darted between Dulkinus and Nixa- two lumbering beasts of unimaginable social power, and perhaps physical strength as well. I could not afford to divert my attention from either of them, and risk showing preference.
Once I was finally addressed, in some form, I offered the most polite of smiles. Utter subservient respect, even in the face of their… unseemly presentation.
“The Helping Hands of Coronatus will not discriminate- you will both have your work tended to, even if one must come first. Each task is worthy of diligence and skill.”
I lowered my snout. Thoughtful.
“In due respect to Conveytion Dulkinus… I do not wish for him to feel excluded any longer. We may tend to his task first… and have Conveytion Nixa’s work done within the next ten days. Is this acceptable?”
“Ha! Hear that, wretch, cad and pocket-diver?!” The Beartic rudely shouted at Nixa who looked most displeased. “I’M first! For once I’m getting the due respect I deserve!”
“Wera-!!” Nixa’s eyes shot to the Girafarig most indignantly. “Tell your associate that I won’t accept any less than within the next FIVE.“
It was a demand seemingly made in retaliation of the slight rather than any necessity.
Siranae cringed next to me.
Zerazani stepped in for the recovery at once.
“For you, Honorable Conveytion Nixa~? How does within three days sound?” Zerazani soothed warmly, clasping her hands together. Siranae glanced briefly at the Smeargle, a worried look flashing on her face. “We do only wish to prove to poor Honorable Conveytion Dulkinus that we won’t make the same mistakes of tending only to a specific clique but we’d be mortified to also make the mistake of tardiness as pertains to your request.”
“Y-yes…indeed!” Siranae spoke next to me, trying to put on her noble voice. “All matters for Conveytion are matter of utmost import and to be done without delay!”
She didn’t sound quite as sure as Zerazani was but I could tell she was putting on something of a…
…heroic act.
“Would such be acceptable?” Zerazani finished.
The Chesnaught glowered with dissatisfaction at Wera, as though making a show of ignoring the three of us.
But then…
…Nixa lifted a hand to her chin.
She began to stroke it thoughtfully, looking up to the ceiling. Her glower softened…then morphed into a smirk. An odd and slightly unnerving smirk.
“Yes…most agreeable. Wera, tell them they should come to me…five days from now.” Nixa said, her eyes returning to the Girafarig. “I’ll be in my office in Kollovan and will be ready then.”
“Haw! Capitulation! Victory!!” Dulkinus’s voice returned as the lumbering oaf hopped from one foot to another gleefully, like an old child. “I’m first, I’m first! Mark me I’m first!”
Wera looked back to me, a sympathetic look on her face.
“I do hope this is all acceptable to you, Adelaide Imperator Di Milan?” She asked.
I winced. Ten days was enough time to recruit suitable manpower, recover from the strain of any work, manage time off from my wretched job…
Five days was too tight. And yet, it had already been offered. It was not in my power to change.
I looked to Wera, my smile bright and optimistic all the same.
“Of course, Zu’Conveytion,” I said warmly. “I would most regret making Conveytion Nixa wait any longer than needed.”
I clasped my hands, looking to my associates once more.
“And we will be most delighted to deliver on your work, Conveytions. You are owed it, and more. Firstly for Conveytion Dulkinus, and then for Conveytion Nixa~.”
“There, see!! Respect! Respect at last!!” Dulkinus bellowed, lifting his cup to gulp down the drink to the final drop.
Nixa rolled her eyes, giving what I could only assume to be a rude gesture towards the Beartic. Dulkinus, for his part, simply finished off his cup and dropped it for a servant to hastily and impressively catch.
There was a pause. Dulkinus belched into his fist as though he were finished with the conversation. Wera frowned and leaned forward.
“Ah, but…perhaps now we should discuss particulars?” She goaded with such graceful patience that was nothing short of impressive. “Where shall the business be conducted? When?”
“Ah, yes yes yes! No need to nag so!” The Beartic huffed, plucking up another cup from his servant. “Yes, these Coronatus fellows should come by the city of Me Saqi tomorrow or the day after. I’ll have returned to my chateau by then – and with no paintings in tow I might add, Wera!”
“Of course, Honorable Conveytion.” Wera sighed, shaking her head. “And Honorable Conveytion Nixa?”
“Ohh I’ll send a courier with information in three or four days’ time to Zerazani’s address.” The Chesnaught huffed. “I don’t feel like remembering a new address.”
I breathed a silent sight of relief, not needing to delve into matters of address or accounts. I had hardly prepared to engage in the matters with one Conveytion, let alone two. But now, we had time and proxies with which to handle it.
“Very wise, honorable Conveytion – I’ll be sure the message is received.” The Smeargle promised through clenched teeth. I gave Zerazani a glance. I could see that Zerazani was bursting at the seams more and more with each moment she had to capitulate to these Conveytion. It was no surprise, that such dreadful formalities were wearing away at her. Clever or not, she was not made to entertain these maniacs.
“Well, we’d hate to waste any more of your time.” Wera said hastily. Watching Nixa and Dulkinus it was clear the two had already become bored of the conversation, like children whose attention had waned from the school lesson. “Please do let the staff know if there’s anything else we can do to make the night more pleasing for you, most Honorable Conveytions.”
The two hardly even replied. Dulkinus himself seemed to dismiss us with little more than a grunt and a hand wave whilst Nixa did not bid us a goodbye of any kind.
The Girafarig sucked in a deep breath through her nose…
…even her patience was running thin.
There was a wave of vindication from the sight of Wera’s strained reactions. The gap between a businessmon and a Zu’Conveytion was not nearly as wide as the gap between a Zu’Conveytion and a Conveytion. It was only sensible why Zerazani considered Wera acceptable company.
With a quick turn on her hooves, Wera faced us three, ushering us back to the stairs. Siranae looked most surprised whilst Zerazani simply seemed relieved.
“H-huh…?” The Audino whispered. “Was…that it? Do we have the job…?”
“Yes indeed and well done.” Wera spoke with all haste, using her psychic energy to pull at the curtains quickly.
All at once the scene upon the overlook was blotted out. That brief glimpse into the world of Conveytion sealed away again from us – all we could hear was the muffled sound of Nixa’s voice and the grotesque gulps of Dulkinus at yet another cup.
I blinked, as the lavish balcony was obscured from me once again. I stood in disbelief of the sheer luxury these creatures had exhibited. Not only their possessions, and the flagrant disregard of them, but the disrespect the beasts could afford to show, even toward those of status and talent.
It was… alien to me, now. Not that I had once belonged to that upper echelon of wealth and greatness, but it was more distant than ever. It did not feel real.
It was only eerie. Inhuman.
“I do hope you enjoyed the meeting – it’s a rare thing to have a direct audience with those that rule all of Arcea.” Wera said, though her voice dripped with malice and sarcasm.
“Oh most charmed, most charmed indeed.” Zerazani’s voice was equally strained.
Siranae frowned as she walked down the steps, away from the Conveytion. With a small sigh she could only say:
“They did, at the very least, talk to us, I suppose…”
I could only give a gentle laugh.
“We received all we could have wanted from them.” I said. “What more is there to fret about?”
No malice on my tongue, even if the cheeriness was easy to mistake for it.
“I thank you deeply for your aid, Zu’Conveytion,” I said brightly, turning to the Girafarig. “You are a kind, and truly patient, soul.”
This stressful, magical evening had brought a good result.
No matter what… strain, it brought upon myself, or Siranae.
I sighed.
“Oh nevermind, Adelaide.” Wera assured, seeming in much better humor the further she strode from that alcove. “You’re helping me as well – The Conveytion are sure to…well, if not be grateful then at least remember the fact I brought to them a solution to their troubles.”
“Oh yes. And every bit of favor, fought and clawed for, is worth mountains of gold, I’m told.” Zerazani chimed in with a small laugh. She couldn’t help but let that one slip – Wera thankfully found it amusing and rewarded the statement with a giggle.
The Smeargle stepped forward, facing Siranae and I as our group reached the bottom of the stairs.
“But, alas, Adelaide, you are most correct. Not only does the Helping Hands of Coronatus have work but now also credibility amongst the Conveytion.”
“Oh now, no need to get excited.” Wera cautioned with a wave of her hoof. “Dulkinus and Nixa may be Conveytion but they are hardly the most popular or well-liked among their peers.”
“But peers they still are. I’m certain many Conveytion will take note of Dulkinus’s satisfaction at the completion of the job he has lined up for us.” Zerazani said with excitement. “And they’ll be thankful to…ah, what was your phrasing, Zu’Conveytion Wera~?”
The Girafarig gave a small, cheeky smile.
“To ‘not be subjected to his incessant, endless whining’ I believe.” She said.
Zerazani’s own smile widened.
“My but I’ve never seen you so excited, Zerazani. Perhaps pleased but never so…hm…” Wera lifted her head, eying the Smeargle up and down. “I hadn’t even taken you for one to participate in manual labor before.”
“A master of the arts must seek to stimulate herself in new and novel ways – that’s all I can truly say on the matter.”
“I see.” Wera said with a laugh, glancing back at myself. “Well, I do wish you luck…more than luck, I suppose. I would suggest very much to do as the Conveytion ask and to do it well…”
She paused. For a moment, the Girafarig became much…much more serious.
“For if they’re dissatisfied…do remember the nature of your work is, technically speaking, illegal.” Wera warned gravely. “Nobody is to undercut that organization, no matter their shortcomings. And in court with a dissatisfied Conveytion there will be no amount of careful phrasing that will obfuscate what you are attempting to do with your business.”
Siranae gulped quietly beside me.
Wera’s sharp gaze held upon me for a time…
…before she released me, looking back towards the crowd down below who had already begun their rounds of purchasing the art upon the pillars.
“Now then…I do believe this Showcase is drawing to a close.” Wera said at last, stepping forward. The clacking sound of her hooves upon the tile echoed. “Adelaide, Siranae, Zerazani…I do hope you’ll enjoy the Eksai before you take your leave.”
“A 3rd turn vintage I presume?” Zerazani said with a smile.
Wera gave a soft chuckle.
“And most expensive.”
~ CHAPTER 23 ~
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