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Archimedes is following behind Ghalen still, one step behind, one to the left, staying quiet out of respect for Ghalen and what he does

"Hmm. Ok, thank you, Pyry. We'll leave you be, now. I'll try to find a way to make up that trip to the sun to you." He says.

Archimedes bows simply, "It was nice to meet you Pyry."

Agarthian Storyteller wrote:

Agarthian Storyteller wrote:

Ghalen Kiln wrote:

Ponders

"Possible. Risky. If anything were to go wrong with either the auto pilot or the remote piloting system, there'd be no one on board to bring the shuttle down properly. I don't think Jiminy would risk one of his shuttles in this fashion."

"It's okay." The young shapeshifter says after a moment. "it wasn't for anything important anyway.."

"I'm sorry, Pyry."

Archimedes says nothing...

"If Pyry wants to go alone, but doesn't know how... Why don't you put him in a shuttle that is completely auto-piloted, or possibly controlled remotely from here?" Archimedes suggests to Ghalen, wanting to help the inquisitor.

Fearful, and cautious... Archimedes steps back when Pyry shrinks away, trying to look unintimidating

Ghalen Kiln wrote:

"Hi Pyry. This is Archimedes, a new student who arrived today.

Sorry to interrupt your reading. I was curious about your time at the observatory this morning. How was it?"

"It was a little disappointing. It needs to be in perfect condition to see what I wanted to look for, and it's not going to be there for much longer." The young firebird says sadly. "But is still the most amazing thing I've ever seen!"

"Hello Pyry, I am Archimedes Iosus." He says while analyzing the boy.

He nods.

"Although their relationship would be more akin to that of humans and chimpanzes.
They are natural shapeshifters, one form is that of a large phoenix-like bird, the other is humanoid. They are virtually immune to heat to the point that fire actually cures them, and cold hurts them. Some of them can manipulate fire as easily as we breathe air.
Returning to the subject of Pyry, he is a special case. It seems that every once in a while, a firebird is born with a genetic abnormality. In Pyry's case, he can manipulate and consume cold, at the expense of his race's natural fire abilities.
I'm telling you this, simply because he was exiled, either by his family or self imposed, and was living in the wild for years. Previously, in his culture, it was illegal to be an abnormality.
As a result, he is very shy and untrusting. I would not want misunderstandings born out of ignorance of the situation. Forewarned is forearmed, as they say."

"Anomalous creatures are possibly a boon to a society, though if the race is acclimated to extreme heat, the possibility of the heat-vulnerable child surviving for any length of time is very slim..." Archimedes is scientific in his statement, not judging the person yet, "Though having this information will help me prevent misunderstanding the person I am to meet."

Nods at the kobold as he passes.

He chuckles at Archimede's response.

"Good. We are on the way to talk to a young man named Pyry, that other students and I met on a field trip. We brought him back here, well, because he was living on his somewhat own in an ice cave. Do you know what a Firebird is?"

"I have had no formal education about that race, though I would assume that they are possibly related to phoenix's in some fashion." Archimedes replies succinctly

"Very well." he begins walking the way the arrow on the wall indicates...

"Some pointers, Iosus:
This school is some sort of living construct. You see the arrow I'm following? If you place a hand on the wall and ask aloud for a person, if they are on school grounds, an arrow will lead you to them. Also, you'll find your quarters will seem to mold themselves to your expectations, providing furniture and the like suitable to your tastes. There are wards in place, here, also. These wards protect the students from one another. If you intend to strike a student to do cause harm, you'll find yourself teleported into a detention area before the blow lands. As you're here, I'm sure you'll see why this is necessary.
This world also has similar, powerful wards protecting it. If you leave with the intent to tell it's enemies of the world's existence, you will find all traces of your memories regarding this world erased.
There are all manner of students here, of all different races. Kobolds, Ogres, Humans, Firebirds, Tieflings, Lycanthropes...and many more. One of the first lessons I learned here: Do not judge a book by it's cover. Very few students here would ever be considered helpless, and very few of them are stereotypical of their race." pauses to see if Iosus has any questions so far...

"Yes, Mister Kiln, The School is a construct that reads minds, there are wards in place to protect the students, this world will not allow people to tell of this world to the Empire, Do not judge the students before you actually understand them." Archimedes repeats back,

Nodding to the draconic student, Archimedes analyzes his stature, demeanor, and the subtle hints given off by the reptilian, more by training/habit than any other reason.
Wrong Alias

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

"....Mister Kiln," he says softly...

The charge against the wall goes off, the metal shattering beneath the force of four dozen pistons.['/I]

the squads stop their assaults, the generals turn, one holding a cavalry sabre loosely in one hand, the other with a bardiche.. the forts, barracks, and walls in a psudo-forest grows quiet.

shards of broken and bent metal fly out at high speed, killing at least four soldiers before the cacophony dies down

"I have no doubts that we are at least close in genetic makeup." he says offhand, as if he was about to say something different and changed his mind

Also, Ghalen has silver eyes...I missed that part. That was not a feature you saw amongst any of your brothers. Also, was that bit in the middle a flashback?

"Mister works, I guess, thank you." He nods at the genetic comment.

"I'm enroute to talk to another student, feel free to walk with me, if you wish or we can meet up later. I'm sure you'll have a lot questions."

Yes, That was a flashback... that would have been an odd interjection to a conversation...

"I will accompany you I believe." he says and motions for Ghalen to lead the way.

When Ghalen starts to move, Iosus takes up position a step behind and to the left, walking in-step.

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

"I was grown, sir, I and my brothers were 'birthed' from the same batch. There were twelve in the batch that were serviceable, two were mentally inept and one was 'stillborn'. I am trained and fully field capable sir."

** spoiler omitted **

Iosus straightens his tunic, briefly touches his weapon and waits

"Please do not call me sir, or refer to my rank." he says sternly.

"I was engineered as well. It seems they use similar genetic material for different projects. I suppose, geneticly, we are related."
He looks him over
"Well it's good to know that if I ever require an organ replacement, yours will probably do." he says smirking.

"....Mister Kiln," he says softly...

The charge against the wall goes off, the metal shattering beneath the force of four dozen pistons.['/I]

the squads stop their assaults, the generals turn, one holding a cavalry sabre loosely in one hand, the other with a bardiche.. the forts, barracks, and walls in a psudo-forest grows quiet.

shards of broken and bent metal fly out at high speed, killing at least four soldiers before the cacophony dies down

"I have no doubts that we are at least close in genetic makeup." he says offhand, as if he was about to say something different and changed his mind

Ghalen stands roughly 5'11". IRL, he'd look of Greek or Roman ancestry: Black hair, light olive skin tone, prominant, but not unflattering nose. He is a handsome specimen. You'd probably also be able to see common physical features to your own, as far as skeletal structure. In that respect, you could be genetic cousins.

He is slightly taller than me, and I would go so far as to assume the same skeletal structure, and general look. though his skin isn't olive, and his hair is brown.

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

"Yes, Lieutenant Kiln" He says bowing his head, Deep cover, Infiltration of the Rebellion, specific denial of infiltration lends weight to actual infiltration, The Inquisitors can never stop being Inquisitors, They are either Active or Dead.

"Sir, the Archimedes Project is not to be discussed, sir."

** spoiler omitted **

Raises an eyebrow...

"I see. Well, then, let me ask you this: Were you born or grown?"

"I was grown, sir, I and my brothers were 'birthed' from the same batch. There were twelve in the batch that were serviceable, two were mentally inept and one was 'stillborn'. I am trained and fully field capable sir."

Iosus straightens his tunic, briefly touches his weapon and waits

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

Ghalen Kiln wrote:

Archimedes? Why did that sound familiar?

"As you were, Iosus."
"Are you here as a prisoner of war, or a student?"

Archimedes slips into a more relaxed, but still attentive stance, "Sir, both, sir, originally I was captured and deposited here, but I have been given the choice between student and prisoner for the moment."

Archimedes doesn't smile or allow his voice to show pleasure or hope... but Ghalen might see a glimmer of those emotions in his eyes.

He nods...

"Iosus, my name is Ghalen Kiln, former honorary Lieutenant of the ISS and former Imperial Inquisitor. I am here because of a cosmic fluke. I can help you acclimate yourself here, if you wish, but I can not in good conscience allow you to address me as a superior, deserved or not, as my given rank means nothing to anyone here. I am not here on Imperial business, I am here as a student, and I am free. I am not trying to subvert or infiltrate. I am simply a teenager learning at a school for other gifted kids. I would hazard a guess that the reason you are here, is because the people captured you could not or would not kill a 'child'..." A light goes off...

"Archimedes project...eugenicly enhanced leadership and tactics? Is this correct?"

"Yes, Lieutenant Kiln" He says bowing his head, Deep cover, Infiltration of the Rebellion, specific denial of infiltration lends weight to actual infiltration, The Inquisitors can never stop being Inquisitors, They are either Active or Dead.

"Sir, the Archimedes Project is not to be discussed, sir."

Archimedes? Why did that sound familiar?

"As you were, Iosus."
"Are you here as a prisoner of war, or a student?"

Archimedes slips into a more relaxed, but still attentive stance, "Sir, both, sir, originally I was captured and deposited here, but I have been given the choice between student and prisoner for the moment."

Archimedes doesn't smile or allow his voice to show pleasure or hope... but Ghalen might see a glimmer of those emotions in his eyes.

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

Archimedes strides towards the area marked as his quarters... then sees Ghalen and stops suddenly.

"Inquisitor?" He says, completely stunned

Ghalen stops. He folds his arms behind his back, then slowly turns around looking at the person who addressed him. Seeing the uniform, he looks the person, taking in every detail. Everything about him screamed Imperial...

"How can I help you, Mr...?"

"Subject Nine, of the Archimedes Project: Codename Iosus," he rattles off without hesitation. Coming to attention instantly.

"Sir, the facility that trained me and my brothers was attacked and destroyed."

Why is the Inquisition Force present on this world? I thought this world was Rebellion controlled.

Archimedes strides towards the area marked as his quarters... then sees Ghalen and stops suddenly.

"Inquisitor?" He says, completely stunned

Archie's gonna have some confusion when the school changes itself!

"Permission granted, Mr. Iosus."

He turns sharply, after giving a nod, and heads to his quarters

What time is it? In Game

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

"As you say headmaster." he says shortly, a thoughtful expression on his face

he uncomfortably straightens his uniform again

"Well," he says after a moment, taking out two sheets of paper and handing them over. "here is a map of the school and your class schedule. Your room is marked on the map as well. If you need to find something or someone and don't have the map, simply touch the wall and think of what you're looking for, then follow the arrows."

Archimedes takes the papers, and commits them to memory, then gives the papers a quick precise fold, and stores them in his jacket.

"It was... Nice... to meet you Miss Nanami Tanaka" he says awkwardly

"Permission to be dismissed....Sir?"

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

"Fine then. I will stay at this school." Archimedes states while sighing...

"After a day, you may reconsider. I won't stop you if you really want to go."

Didn't see this, I guess it got caught up in the huge # of posts

"As you say headmaster." he says shortly, a thoughtful expression on his face

he uncomfortably straightens his uniform again

"Let me guess, you're loyal to the Empire? Look, I help the Resistence, it's true, but you aren't my prisoner. You are welcome to leave the school, but you can't leave the planet until the Resistence says you can. I'd encourage you to stay, if only because Mr. Quail blood gas already filled out the paperwork."

"Fine then. I will stay at this school." Archimedes states while sighing...

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

"Do you expect me to believe that?" Archimedes says incredulous...

"I was snatched from my home by your troops!"

"I have no troops, Mr. Iosus. I'm the Headmaster of a school, not the general of an army."

"Then why did the soldiers bring me here?" Archimedes asks calmly

"Do you expect me to believe that?" Archimedes says incredulous...

"I was snatched from my home by your troops!"

"Why? I simply asked you to come in. Please, have a seat, relax."

"Because you ordered my capture." Archimedes challenges

Head high and chin outhrust

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Archimedes Iosus wrote:

Archimedes walks in stiffly, seeing the Warden... then kneels, bowing his head

"Oh come now, that's not necessary, is it?"

Archimedess stands slowly...

"I had thought it to be."

Headmaster Ryo wrote:

"That makes this so much easier." The headmaster says as the door opens. "Come in, come in, Mr. Iosus and Miss Tanaka. Mr. Iosus, I am Headmaster Antair."

Nanami entered the office as requested.

"Headmaster," Nanami said, bowing deeply as a gesture of respect. She then stepped to the side to make room for Archimedes, nearly blending in with the wall until she remembered she wasn't supposed to be doing that right now.

Archimedes walks in stiffly, seeing the Warden... then kneels, bowing his head

I feel Archimedes would do this because he sees himself as 'Defeated and Captured' and is now seeing the 'Enemy General'

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

"I am not, I am Archimedes Iosus. I am also here to speak with the headmaster." Archimedes speaks concisely, wasting no words, his accent is neutral, it could be from anywhere.

Though his suit says exactly where he is from

"Nanami Tanaka," she says, inclining her head in the very slightest of bows. "Student or teacher?" she asks Archimedes, reaching a hand up to brush off a lock of hair that had gotten twisted around one of her horns. They were rather large horns. She was rather obviously a tiefling of some sort.

"I am to be a student." His tone implying the word student wasn't his first choice of words, and he unconsciously straightens his tunic.

"I am not, I am Archimedes Iosus. I am also here to speak with the headmaster." Archimedes speaks concisely, wasting no words, his accent is neutral, it could be from anywhere.

Though his suit says exactly where he is from

Agarthian Storyteller wrote:

Nanami Tanaka wrote:

She walked in the front doors and looked around. It was pretty much how she remembered it. But it was strange to walk in the front doors. She was used to sneaking in places. She shrugged and headed for the Headmaster's office.

As is typical, the door is closed.

Normally she would take that as a challenge, but she had her orders. So she knocked.

Standing at attention beside the door is a man in full imperial military uniform.

"Miss," he greets neutrally with a nod

Archimedes takes the seat when offered

Looking through the pack Archimedes gives a low whistle "I will attend History of Agartha, Advanced Physical Education, Engineering class, Heavy Blades, Tactics, and Philosophy,

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

"Warden, I have had no choice in my education, no choice in my home, no choice in anything in my life. But, if you are offering me the choice between student and prisoner, I would choose student, though I doubt my wishes make any difference to you." You can tell that your threat of /camps/ has had no effect on the boy, he has a strong will and is not easily swayed, however your offer of a choice has given birth to a small spark of hope or disbelief in his eyes...

"Good, I am glad you made that choice. I'm sure a prisoner would be much more paperwork than a student." he says, ignoring Archimedes' final comment about whether or not his wishes mattered. "And now, since you are to be a student here, there are some mundane matters we must handle. You may sit if you like." the Scribe motions to a chair across from him.

"Now, you will get to select up to four classes which you will attend regularly. The classes range from practical to theoretical, and cover a broad mix of subjects. There are two required classes in addition to the four I mentioned previously. You must be enrolled in History of Agartha and either Basic or Advanced Physical Education. Beyond that you are free to choose any you wish, and even select a free period for one of the classes."

The Scribe slides a list of available classes across the desk as well, for Archimedes to look over. "Here is a small packet for you as well. This contains a student guidebook which has the school rules, as well as a map of the school. You'll find the school is mutable, and shifts to match the needs of it's occupants, so the map is self-updating."[b]"Now, do you have any questions?"[/b]

Archimedes takes the seat when offered

Looking through the pack Archimedes gives a low whistle "I will attend History of Agartha, Advanced Physical Education, An Engineering class, A Polearm Class, A Tactics Class, and a Leadership class, would be most interesting to him, are there classes like this?

"I see. So you are a Prisoner of War. Well, I assure you that Avalon is far more comfortable than being in certain camps." the Scribe says dangerously, the emphasis and the threat on the word Camp is apparent. "However, we cannot force you to learn. Whatever these rebels may believe, Avalon is no propaganda machine, nor is mental tampering through psionics or magic permitted without explicit permission from the subject. Do not fear for your free will. Now, tell me: do you wish to learn as a student here, or do you wish to be treated as a prisoner and confined to your quarters?" The floating writing tools have not yet resumed their work, the Scribe's full attention now directed to the boy standing at attention.

"Warden, I have had no choice in my education, no choice in my home, no choice in anything in my life. But, if you are offering me the choice between student and prisoner, I would choose student, though I doubt my wishes make any difference to you." You can tell that your threat of /camps/ has had no effect on the boy, he has a strong will and is not easily swayed, however your offer of a choice has given birth to a small spark of hope or disbelief in his eyes...

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

"I was taken from my home by the Rebels, and they brought me here under duress, to this prison." He says this venomously but allows none of his anger to show in his stance or face, only his voice is colored by his emotion

That finally causes the scribe to pause, all the floating pages and pens in the air around him cease their doings as he looks up from the page to the boy. "I wasn't aware Avalon was politically affiliated with anyone enough to hold prisoners for them. Tell me Mr. Iosus, were you a combatant in whatever war you speak of?"

"I was a soldier in training when my base was raided, the Rebels brought me here to be 'properly' taught. I am not allowed to leave until I have been 'educated'. This is a prison." he says with disdain

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

"I have been taken here, against my will, and cannot leave. This is a prison. Archimedes argues

"I see. Are you able to tell me anything relevant? Why you were sent here, perhaps? Are you a danger to yourself or others? There are a few students that are not permitted to leave for that reason, if I am not mistaken." The Scribe returns again, voice completely calm.

"I was taken from my home by the Rebels, and they brought me here under duress, to this prison." He says this venomously but allows none of his anger to show in his stance or face, only his voice is colored by his emotion

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

"I am Archimedes Iosus, I seek the Warden of this prison."

The scribe does take note of the name, his hand writing eloquent and quick.[ "Mr. Iosus, I believe you may have the wrong institution. This is a school for children with extraordinary powers, not a prison." the Scribe returns simply.

"I have been taken here, against my will, and cannot leave. This is a prison. Archimedes argues

The elven scribe raises an eyebrow at the youth, taking a second look at him. One of the pens floating around him finishes it's task and ceases writing on the form, which then floats over into it's proper place in the filing cabinet next to the desk.

"Has our esteemed High Seer added a new title to his impressive resumé? he wonders aloud while a sheet of paper removes itself from a nearby stack and floats in front of the Scribe. A quill magically appears in the Scribe's hand, the tip already wet with ink. "If you are a new student, I will require your name before you speak with the Headmaster, if that is indeed who you seek. What is the name of this 'Warden'?" his hand rests easily above the paper, prepared to take down the youth's information.

"I am Archimedes Iosus, I seek the Warden of this prison."

In short order, Archimedes finds himself in front of the Main Office. A plain door with a simple label indicates that he has arrived at his destination. Upon opening the door, he will find a middle-aged Elf sitting at a desk in an uncomfortable looking chair. Around him float several sheets of paper which appear to have pens floating with them. Forms filling themselves out. The Elf himself is well-dressed and looks up from his work on the desk as the door opens. There is a name plaque on his desk which reads "Mr. Quillblood, Scribe".

"Good afternoon young Master." the elf says professionally. "How may I be of assistance?"

There are several other doors in the room, one of which is labeled "Headmaster".

"I must speak to the Warden, Mr. Quillblood." Archimedes says standing to attention

"A pleasure, I'll have to introduce you to Hermes as well, it was nice meeting you, but I gotta go check on my friend in the infirmary"

"Of course," he says while going to the main office

Arthur follows "good, good, that's a start I suppose, it looked like you let your military do your thinking for you,"

"Perhaps we can play some chess or something of the like after my meeting with the warden"

He walks down the middle of the hall

"See now that's the attitude to have, one you may learn something, and two they may let you piolet the shuttles if you don't cause to much trouble, go with the flow and you'll be better able to catch your wave outa here, or you might decide you don't want to go, either way, you'll have an easier time of it,..." He pauses and his smile looses a bit of it's luster and he sighs "look I'm not trying to make up your mind for you, I'm just trying to get you to think for yourself"

"I am thinking for myself, it just is not identical to the way you think." Archimedes says simply, pushing open the front door.

And now I must find the Warden...

"Sure, we are a company, we can drlagate, a large group benefits from having specialists, it's cheeper that way, but an individual benifits from learning things outside their specialty, knowledge builds, My knowledge of robotics, areonotics, and power sources helped me build this suit, if you were to learn a few abjuration a you could get closer without getting hurt, some evocation could get you some range, that kinda stuff, I intend to learn magic here and incorporate it into my tech, it's just how it works, by standing on the shoulders of giants you can reach new heights, and if you can learn the secrets of eagles you can touch the skies themselves, that's what my dad says"

"Having a large group benefits when you have enough people to digress from the normal fashion, however, your father's company did not because putting their efforts toward weaponry and armor making allowed them to keep up with their competitors" Archimedes says while admiring your armor.

"This is a school. Not a prison. Either that, or it's the worst prison in the history of ever."

the slime is very hard to read, for rather obvious reasons. It's voice is bubbly, and somewhat distorted, but not too problematic to be made out.

"I am taken here, against my will, and am not allowed to leave until I am allowed to by those that captured me... I am a prisoner, and this is my prison.

"Suit yourself, ya don't have to agree with me, or think outside the box for that matter"

At the mention of the ooze "yeah, weird stuff happens 'round here, weird people too, we got angels, demons, dragons, bird people, elementals, and apparently oozes"

"It is difficult to stay as good at something as you could be if you do not focus upon doing it. Would your family be as good as it is at creating weaponry and armor if it had created weaponry, agriculture, ships, exploration, containment facilities, and pharmaceuticals?" He asks the rhetorical question without expectation of it being answered, and replies to the ooze that apparently has the right to be there

"Hello. I just couldn't help but overhear. Interesting. So you had to be captured to be brought here?"

the pile of slime speaks, bubbling as it does so.

Did not see this, My apologies,

"Yes, I was captured from my home in a raid upon it. I was restrained and brought here to this prison.

Archimedes Iosus wrote:

Arthur Barren wrote:

"True enough... I was actually just thinking about how useless it would be, you got any magics or whatever, almost everybody at this school seems to be able to shoot lightning out of their armpits or whatever"

"I was not trained as a magic user, I am a soldier, trained to use weaponry, I have been taught how to combat magic, but I cannot use it. Archimedes replies, not responding to your humor at all.

"kinda seems to be a handicap, but then this is a school where they they teach people how to use magic and other powers, so maybe you can learn, make the best of it"

"I am not Handicapped, I was trained for a specific purpose, I will not jeopardize that by focusing on trying to become something I do not need to be. I will stay here for the duration of my imprisonment, or until I can escape, there is no other choice for me." Archimedes replies cooly, clinging to his teachings because they are all he has left

"I must inform you that there appears to be an active ooze seeping from beneath the main door...'

"True enough... I was actually just thinking about how useless it would be, you got any magics or whatever, almost everybody at this school seems to be able to shoot lightning out of their armpits or whatever"

"I was not trained as a magic user, I am a soldier, trained to use weaponry, I have been taught how to combat magic, but I cannot use it. Archimedes replies, not responding to your humor at all.

"Heh, fine, sticking to your word, I can respect that I guess, but I notice that the folks who took you here, they let you keep your equipment,"

"When you capture a person, and you wish to make them truly feel helpless, You allow them to keep their possessions, as a symbol that no matter how good they think they are, you are dismissive of their capabilities, and they pose no threat to you - Psychological Training Databook, Chapter Four, Section Six, Subsection Eighteen" He quotes to you.

"Yeah yeah, boring military types, though I don't see how it matters now you're rather seperate from you chain of command wouldn't you say?" He raises his eyebrow at him

When he sees your weapon his eyes seem to glow slightly, if you have some form of enhanced senses you may see some strange symbols flash through them briefly.

"It matters now because I have signed agreements that do not allow me to disclose information without breaking my word."

Although not signing meant death.... he doesn't say this, but it is a prominent thought...

When your eyes glow, Archimedes grips the rod, thumb pressed against the safety

"So where specifically were you from? I mean obviously military, but like more detail,"

what specifically are you looking for in his eyes, the color of them is brown with gold flecks

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul...

"I am not at liberty to provide you with the details of my station, I am sure you understand."

"That's weird, but of a refuge not quite sure of all the details, but what I did know got me here," the man before you has regal features though at your response, though whether it's at the lack of recognition or the lack of introduction on your part is unclear

His armor is top of the line and colored in an eye catching red and gold with black accents, and a discerning eye can tell it is heavily modified
He holds himself like someone used to getting his way And who thinks of himself as highly skilled.

"I am Archimedes Iosus." he supplies, noticing his reaction.

His outfit is simple padded affair with imperial markings and a small silver rod in a holster strapped to his thigh, much like other people would carry a dagger. It appears to be nothing more than a baton

Iosus's stance is one of preparedness, as if you were going to attack him and he will defend himself. His dull brown eyes analyze you to the utmost degree... especially your eyes....

"The enemy? Heh, I think we have differing reasons for leaving home, eh? How rude,I forgot to introduce myself I'm Arthur Barren, maybe you've heard of me"given what you've said of his backstory you probably won't recogonize Arthur (though you might) though you probably would recognize his last name in combination with the symbol on his left pectoral you would recognize his dad Antonious

"Definitely, I was taken from my home against my will, to be deposited here. I had no choice in the matter." He says while sizing you and your equipment up.

Full description of you please? Extremely analytical mind at work