Count Leo 4
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Count Leo Chapter 4 - The Lion's Den
Count Leo Chapter 4- The Lion’s Den
The count’s carefully polished shoes made dull clicks as he strode down the stairs from the dais. Well, I guess beggars can’t be choosers, he thought and he stepped down to the smooth tile of the floor. But he will serve his purpose well enough. Count Leo twirled his lion cane expertly as he walked towards the professor and addressed him.
“Congratulations professor,” his voice was almost a purr, “I must admit, there were times that I doubted you would make it this far”
As the professor left his chair and joined Leo on the floor, the platform on which he had been standing slowly rose back into its previous position, startling the professor.
“Don’t worry about that, there are other exits to this place.” The Count stopped a few feet from the professor and leaned on his cane.” Not that you will need them for quite some time.”
The professor’s head snapped forward again.
“What do you-“
“Professor, please! We are yet far from the point where you will begin babbling like a moron, if you start gibbering now, you’ll have nothing to blather about when that time arrives!” The Count’s golden eyes narrowed to slits. ”Now then, if you could just follow me this way, I will answer a few of your questions.” The count turned and walked briskly down a narrow aisle between the huge unidentifiable machines that filled the vast lair. The professor stared after him a moment before following.
“Fine, here’s my first question for you, Count: who the hell are you?”
“Ah, a good question indeed, but one for which my answer is limited. You are here to help me discover the rest of this answer, among other things.”
The count stopped and turned sharply to face the professor
“My name is Leopold Kyrian Hyperius,” The count gave a florid bow before continuing “I have not parents to name, two brothers long lost, and a past which, well, I can’t seem to sort out at all.”
The count began to walk again. “And you, good sir, are going to help me solve these problems.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” The Professor’s voice was becoming strained with anger. ”You drag me all the way here with your riddles and now you want me to help you find out something about your past? How in the world can I help you do that? What is all of this, Leo?”
“Temper, temper Professor, I was just getting to that part. You remember when I told you about ‘Claiming’?”
“Yes what-“
“Yes of course you do, it’s one of the reasons you came isn’t it? I suppose you are also wondering about those questions I gave you on your little “exam”. They seemed random, inane, even silly, yet they all have grave import when you know the secrets of ‘claiming’. You see professor, to ‘claim’ and object is to have absolute control over an it in every possible conceivable sense. You control its position in space, its shape, its material state, its molecular composition; everything about the object is yours if you can make it a part of yourself. But this is no simple task. In order to claim an object you must understand that object in every way. You must know it’s every flaw, its structure, its potential, everything that you an possibly know about any object that exists.
“As you can imagine, that is not simple task, only a handful of people in the history of the world have done it with success. One of those men was Urza. The moment that he was able to fully understand an object was the culminating point of his life. He saw no further reason to continue with life”
The Count began his brisk walk once more, nearing I huge structure covered by a grey tarp. As he pulled the cloth away, it revealed a great stone wall, constructed of mineral I could identify, and engraved with words of a language I could not understand. The odd letters spiraled into the tablet’s center, where they met a large blue gemstone. The Professor’s jaw dropped as he neared the strange stone and ran his hands across the letters engraved there.
“The reason you are here, professor, is to help me decode the puzzle engraved on this tablet.”
Professor Mitchell barely paid any heed as he walked the full 40 foot length of the wall, marveling at the strange glyphs and shining stone at their center.
“It is a problem of pure objective mathematics, in a language long since lost to man. I have a translation, but I do not have the means to decode it with the way that I think.”
The professor turned
“The way you think?”
“Yes, the equation engraved there cannot be applied to any problem. It exists only for it own sake. I cannot solve it on my own. That is why I have brought you here.”
The Count’s gold eyes glinted as he looked back at the professor. Perfect. He is so enamored by the thought of a challenge he doesn’t even question my intent. The power of my suggestion will keep him under my thumb until his usefulness to me is depleted.
The Count had to hold back the urge to start purring again. I need to work on that, he thought as he guided the professor to a new room.
“Here is where you will work. It has all the necessary amenities and research tools that you should need.”
The professor didn’t even look up at the Count as he sat in the desk to begin work on the problem. His hunger for a new challenge combine with Leo suggestion made his eyes glaze over. He only thought of solving the equation now.
At last. If that bastard Urza hadn’t locked me out of the archive I would have reached my goal by now. But with this puppet dutifully breaking down his locks, I should have the secret of my birthright in no time at all.
This time, Count Leo didn’t even bother to hide is grin as he strode from the room and shut the door to the sound of the professor’s typing.
comment damn you!
Count Leo Chapter 4 - The Lion's Den
Count Leo Chapter 4- The Lion’s Den
The count’s carefully polished shoes made dull clicks as he strode down the stairs from the dais. Well, I guess beggars can’t be choosers, he thought and he stepped down to the smooth tile of the floor. But he will serve his purpose well enough. Count Leo twirled his lion cane expertly as he walked towards the professor and addressed him.
“Congratulations professor,” his voice was almost a purr, “I must admit, there were times that I doubted you would make it this far”
As the professor left his chair and joined Leo on the floor, the platform on which he had been standing slowly rose back into its previous position, startling the professor.
“Don’t worry about that, there are other exits to this place.” The Count stopped a few feet from the professor and leaned on his cane.” Not that you will need them for quite some time.”
The professor’s head snapped forward again.
“What do you-“
“Professor, please! We are yet far from the point where you will begin babbling like a moron, if you start gibbering now, you’ll have nothing to blather about when that time arrives!” The Count’s golden eyes narrowed to slits. ”Now then, if you could just follow me this way, I will answer a few of your questions.” The count turned and walked briskly down a narrow aisle between the huge unidentifiable machines that filled the vast lair. The professor stared after him a moment before following.
“Fine, here’s my first question for you, Count: who the hell are you?”
“Ah, a good question indeed, but one for which my answer is limited. You are here to help me discover the rest of this answer, among other things.”
The count stopped and turned sharply to face the professor
“My name is Leopold Kyrian Hyperius,” The count gave a florid bow before continuing “I have not parents to name, two brothers long lost, and a past which, well, I can’t seem to sort out at all.”
The count began to walk again. “And you, good sir, are going to help me solve these problems.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” The Professor’s voice was becoming strained with anger. ”You drag me all the way here with your riddles and now you want me to help you find out something about your past? How in the world can I help you do that? What is all of this, Leo?”
“Temper, temper Professor, I was just getting to that part. You remember when I told you about ‘Claiming’?”
“Yes what-“
“Yes of course you do, it’s one of the reasons you came isn’t it? I suppose you are also wondering about those questions I gave you on your little “exam”. They seemed random, inane, even silly, yet they all have grave import when you know the secrets of ‘claiming’. You see professor, to ‘claim’ and object is to have absolute control over an it in every possible conceivable sense. You control its position in space, its shape, its material state, its molecular composition; everything about the object is yours if you can make it a part of yourself. But this is no simple task. In order to claim an object you must understand that object in every way. You must know it’s every flaw, its structure, its potential, everything that you an possibly know about any object that exists.
“As you can imagine, that is not simple task, only a handful of people in the history of the world have done it with success. One of those men was Urza. The moment that he was able to fully understand an object was the culminating point of his life. He saw no further reason to continue with life”
The Count began his brisk walk once more, nearing I huge structure covered by a grey tarp. As he pulled the cloth away, it revealed a great stone wall, constructed of mineral I could identify, and engraved with words of a language I could not understand. The odd letters spiraled into the tablet’s center, where they met a large blue gemstone. The Professor’s jaw dropped as he neared the strange stone and ran his hands across the letters engraved there.
“The reason you are here, professor, is to help me decode the puzzle engraved on this tablet.”
Professor Mitchell barely paid any heed as he walked the full 40 foot length of the wall, marveling at the strange glyphs and shining stone at their center.
“It is a problem of pure objective mathematics, in a language long since lost to man. I have a translation, but I do not have the means to decode it with the way that I think.”
The professor turned
“The way you think?”
“Yes, the equation engraved there cannot be applied to any problem. It exists only for it own sake. I cannot solve it on my own. That is why I have brought you here.”
The Count’s gold eyes glinted as he looked back at the professor. Perfect. He is so enamored by the thought of a challenge he doesn’t even question my intent. The power of my suggestion will keep him under my thumb until his usefulness to me is depleted.
The Count had to hold back the urge to start purring again. I need to work on that, he thought as he guided the professor to a new room.
“Here is where you will work. It has all the necessary amenities and research tools that you should need.”
The professor didn’t even look up at the Count as he sat in the desk to begin work on the problem. His hunger for a new challenge combine with Leo suggestion made his eyes glaze over. He only thought of solving the equation now.
At last. If that bastard Urza hadn’t locked me out of the archive I would have reached my goal by now. But with this puppet dutifully breaking down his locks, I should have the secret of my birthright in no time at all.
This time, Count Leo didn’t even bother to hide is grin as he strode from the room and shut the door to the sound of the professor’s typing.
comment damn you!