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It had been a while since The Count had graced the city of Twice Royal. There were still workers out at the temple but it wasn't the same. A temple was hardly a substitute for a city. The Count's carriage began to move from where it had been parked; it looked like a flower shop. Now the carriage was on its way to one of Twice Royal's ritzy and posh shopping areas. The kind of place that hid top notch galleries and stores with eccentric designers with gorgeous tastes. What The Count was doing the, was anyone’s guess.

Turing turned with a weary eye to the desk clerk. The way his eye moved, however, might give one the impression that he was blind. Turing's vision was anything but flawed; it was just his information. The aroma about the man was, more than unclean, that one someone who had spent the past solid week in a machinery driven factory. The smel of metal, welding, electrical equipment, and workman tools covered his being. "Dress code?" Was his initial response. "I suppose you were born yesterday with that suit already tailored for you. Good luck, kiddo; I came a long way and don't have any money you'd take to. And I didn't come here with the intention of wasting your bosses time. If I'm not mistaken, there's an enigma in your city, and I have the answer to it. So if you don't mind, I'd just like to have a chat with whoever's in charge here so I can find the one I should be speaking with."

Smelly or not, Turing was a dignified scientist and spoke without hesitation. Still, it bothered him that there were even people here to ask for his appointment. His information said the city would be empty, yet it was full of people, businessmen at that. He knew the one he was looking for was in a city, and this was the only city that had shown up in his survey of the area; so how could it be the wrong city?

His eye wandered as suddenly most of the other clerks rushed to the elevator and left the front desk much more open. With a 'charming' smile only an old man could produce, he turned back to the clerk attending him. "It seems your friends have an emergency. How about you go attend to them and I'll see if I can't figure out what my situation is here." As it was, he didn't think a little appointment rescheduling would be terribly bad.

"Take your time," Turing muttered more to himself than to anyone else. With the clerks distracted, Turing shuffled his way over to the unattended desk and leans back against it. Closing his eyes, the man seems to relax, when really he's hard at work. Unseen to the naked eye and virtually invisible to thermal sensors, the tiny nanites work their way from Turing to the computer terminal of the desk. The moment they're inside the moniter, they instantly begin to work their way into the system, working bit by bit to be aware of any security systems and traps there in may lay, but Turing probably knew how these things worked better than the people who designed them. Still, it was always best to be cautious. In the system, it was the perfect opportunity to do information gathering, but Turing didn't know how much time he had nor when a random system ignition could blow his entire cover. Therefore, he kept to his one task. All of the nanites focused on infiltrating the appointment setting application. Quickly analyzing its form structure, Turing quickly devised a false entry and inserted it into the next available timeslot..... along with a little subroutine. A moment later, the system would suffer a blackout for no more than a quarter of a second before rebooting. The reboot had destroyed all of the nanites in the process, but the appointment scheduling would now find Turing as the next person to have an appointment with the one in charge.

With his work done, Turing simply waited for the next person to see that he had the next appointment. Still, in doing this, Turing had not been able to findthe name of the one he was looking for, so he simply placed himself to be the next interview with highest seat in the tower, which was undoubtably Griffin. "Odd, I wasn't told anyone named Griffin was even here....." he muttered to himself.

"A fine afternoon to you, good sir." Even if Griffin wasn't in the mood to be polite with Turing, he was still going to be at least somewhat amicable to the young prince. "You can thank me later for pointing out how easily tampered your computers are. I'll even fix them for you if you'd like." Straightening himself out a bit, Turing looked a little more like he had just come from dirty labwork than just walked into a city with half an idea of where he was going.

"To be perfectly honest, I came here to find someone. However, it seems my information about this city is gravely outdated.... thus I felt it best to speak with the one in charge about this. Besides, it seems you have other problems going on around here than just little old me. Maybe you'll be in a better mood when your 'far more important' bureucrats come to see you." Pausing for a moment, Turing reached into his front lab coat pocket and pulled out a pair of glasses. The round, gold rimmed glasses at least made him look somewhat more dignified, if nothing else. Despite smelling odd, Turing's hair looked pristinely clean, as did his facial hair. The difference was that his facial hair was pure white, where as his head hair looked as if it had been bleached white from blue, indicated by the bluer colored spots of his hair. The man's gray eyes held a strange sincerity to them as well.

Looking at Griffin with rather curious eyes, Turing took note of the prince's features. "Black hair.... somewhat pale skin...... dark eyes....." He recited the comments without any prejudice; it was simply observation. Turing blinked a few times, as if something was dawning on his mind. Griffin's hair was a wonder, but just perhaps..... "Are you by chance the one people call Mastema?....."

Unlike Tegral's monstrosities, KB's tools had a bit more grace. Furthermore, unlike Tegral's machines, KB's were sent specifically to be useful to an old friend. Not that KB owed Kaiori much in the way of favors, but he always enjoyed keeping an eye on her. She'd always enjoyed weapons as much as anyone, so he expected she'd find the latest drop-off to be quite... useful.

The sky was alight briefly from the entry of the small craft, a rather nondescript pod that plummeted towards the ground. Various systems timed and counted down, impact soon to become reality. Lights flashed and rotors whirred, the inside of the thing coming to life even as the outside was scorched beyond recognition.

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The pod split at an unseen crease, breaking away the lid to reveal the form within. The seat it was affixed exploded, launching the body forwards at an insane speed. The pod slammed into the ground in an instant and was completely destroyed, forming a crater even as the body came to the ground. It would not impact bare however, for it seemed to hit a shimmering field and slow, before charging forwards. Its powerful legs carried it with the momentum that had been directed into energy by this field, giving it a burst that sent it reeling towards the nearby city.

It would be a mere minute later before the thing was inside the city limits, invisible traversing the walls and skipping across the rooftops towards the target location. A location that had been pinpointed on its HUD, the vision afforded there taking in various details as the masculine, slender body continued.

Standing at an even six feet, the humanoid form would come towards the main doors directly. The entirity of the body was encased in a white bodysuit of unknown fibres, the chest area appearing lightly plated somehow. The head was completely covered by a metallic mask, a single orange optic glowing right center between where normal eyes would sit, at the top of the nose. It carried in its right hand a plain looking 3-1/2ft straight katana, reverse-held like a knife so that the edge ran facing outwards from the forearm.

A simple message would be conveyed directly to the buildings main feed, text without a voice, designed to repeat itself until answered:

Exist to serve.

Now, would Griffin take advantage of KB's gift, and use it to remove that which plagued him, even Tegrals designs? Only time could tell, but as it stood, this ninja was simply there to give the young man some peace of mind.

Griffin was usually one to shoot a gift horse in the mouth, but with his sister watching and the situation with his mother….well he just didn’t need to deal with this s**t. Nodding in the ninja’s direction he mutters.
“Yah, you, come here.”
He wanted that revolting man out of his sight and was glad to watch his ugly a** leave. Nodding to his swat team, they run out the door, to apprehend a run away queen. Griffin had known about his mother’s foolish plans long ago, since a vampire can be “made” to talk. All he needed was her home; he knew about Ceres and planned to deal with her in the most peaceful way that Griffin knew how. After all Ceres was his mother as well. Bell regards the white man-like form with curiosity; their little tower seemed to attract a lot of queer things. She remains at her brother’s side, tightly hidden away for precautions sake.