Post by A.B.A. on May 25, 2013 0:51:50 GMT -5
(Before Weapon of Hope & Never Face a God)
Cloaked in the silent shadows of his chambers, Duo leaned back in his chair, tilting his head up to the freshly carved pewter ceiling as he sighed. The sounds of occasional footsteps outside his door acted as a metronome, each meticulous step marking the passage of time for him. His hands palmed a smooth featureless orb back and forth, it's polished surface reflecting a pale green glow that emanated from behind him. He's late. The single thought interrupted his idle day dreaming. He pondered whether or not he should merely force his appointment back. He was growing restless, but this was important. Everything was at this point.
That's when he heard it. A set of footsteps out of sync with the rest. Without bothering to wait for a knock he waved his hand, the door creaking open at his behest. "Come in Bart, there is much to do." With a slow and deliberate movement Duo rose, slipping the orb back into the long, elegant sleeves of his tailored robe.
While the room was covered in fine art, shelves of books and scrolls, and magical trinkets of all sorts, his eyes gave a dull and listless passing across the back of his private study, halting as it came to a small panel embedded with several emeralds, each one flickering like a firefly. "Tell me Bart, how did the siege of Heaven's Last transpire?" It was something of a game to Duo. A passing hobby of his to engage people in conversation, especially those that knew how meaningless it was. There was a beauty in words, even those spewed out by the dullest peasant, that communicated something beyond what he saw in their eyes. It was a beauty that he'd come to appreciate all the more after he'd awoke from his slumber at the hands of the gods.
Moving to the panel in only a few strides Duo waved a hand over it, causing the precious gems to fill with an intense light. With a clinking sound of gears churning against one another, a distinct pop could be heard. Making no effort to direct Bart, he simply pulled back the wall that had become unlocked by the mechanism, knowing that the man would follow him into the dark depths that had become revealed.
Cloaked in the silent shadows of his chambers, Duo leaned back in his chair, tilting his head up to the freshly carved pewter ceiling as he sighed. The sounds of occasional footsteps outside his door acted as a metronome, each meticulous step marking the passage of time for him. His hands palmed a smooth featureless orb back and forth, it's polished surface reflecting a pale green glow that emanated from behind him. He's late. The single thought interrupted his idle day dreaming. He pondered whether or not he should merely force his appointment back. He was growing restless, but this was important. Everything was at this point.
That's when he heard it. A set of footsteps out of sync with the rest. Without bothering to wait for a knock he waved his hand, the door creaking open at his behest. "Come in Bart, there is much to do." With a slow and deliberate movement Duo rose, slipping the orb back into the long, elegant sleeves of his tailored robe.
While the room was covered in fine art, shelves of books and scrolls, and magical trinkets of all sorts, his eyes gave a dull and listless passing across the back of his private study, halting as it came to a small panel embedded with several emeralds, each one flickering like a firefly. "Tell me Bart, how did the siege of Heaven's Last transpire?" It was something of a game to Duo. A passing hobby of his to engage people in conversation, especially those that knew how meaningless it was. There was a beauty in words, even those spewed out by the dullest peasant, that communicated something beyond what he saw in their eyes. It was a beauty that he'd come to appreciate all the more after he'd awoke from his slumber at the hands of the gods.
Moving to the panel in only a few strides Duo waved a hand over it, causing the precious gems to fill with an intense light. With a clinking sound of gears churning against one another, a distinct pop could be heard. Making no effort to direct Bart, he simply pulled back the wall that had become unlocked by the mechanism, knowing that the man would follow him into the dark depths that had become revealed.