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spira_rp2018-04-25 01:23 pm
lesstravelled) wrote in spira_rp2018-04-25 01:23 pm
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Well it's my very little wonder and it's one that I will keep
Something was going on.
Something was always going on. The world was a big and bustling place full of the small evils people committed against each other. Road enjoyed that about life. Anywhere you went you'd find people being people everywhere, and it never mattered if those people were tall or short or old or young or lizards or dogs or boring old humes. People transcended the species barrier, and people were awful. Terrible.
Fun.
Sometimes there were the larger evils people committed against each other too, and Road was part of more than one of those. They were Noah. Clandestine, dangerous, remorseless. They had their spoons in more than one pot of evil and gave them a stir occasionally to make sure the nastiness didn't just sink to the bottom and stay there.
They didn't concern themselves with the lowerworld much. Road, and Tyki, and the others, had been busily stirring another pot on Jylland, their usual playground, when the summons had come from Khamja on the lowerworld. They'd had some work from them, in the past, but their relationship with Khamja was normally distant. The Earl had maintained the connection, because connections were good, and maybe once they were done playing on Jylland it'd be fun to find a new place to play, but when the summons had come, he hadn't been able to attend himself.
He'd sent Road in his stead, and Tyki to go with her. It was easier to be underestimated when you dressed cute and sounded cute and looked cute, and had someone that definitely looked like an adult with you.
Something was going on. Khamja were playing their cards close to their chest, but they'd requested the presence of every single member, both shadow and open, for an important meeting.
Road didn't try to surmise what exactly it was that was going on. It wouldn't involve them, at any rate, at least not yet, but there was always the opportunity for new opoortunities. New people, new places, new things to learn and use.
Their directions to the Desert Palace hadn't been the best. The place was hidden, and marking it on maps would be a good way of making it no longer hidden. Not that maps were any help when you were approaching from the other side.
Road gave their transport an affectionate stroke along its bony mask. The journey from Niflheim, where they'd been, to Rabanastre, would have been a boringly long walk if they hadn't hitched a ride. Fortunately, there wasn't a Hollow in existence that would deny a Noah asking a favour.
"Do you think The Earl will be upset if we set off their alarms?" she asked, tilting back from her perch on the Hollow's head to look at Tyki upside down. Her legs dangled down, her feet brushing dangerously close to its teeth, but it wouldn't bite. It wouldn't dare.
The route had been surprisingly well trodden for something in the depths like this. Hollows came this way regularly, but if you were used to Hollows you could tell where they veered away from a spot. They gave population centres a wide berth, or the smart ones did, so you found the paths they took might open out within sight of one, but almost never in one. Not unless they were told to.
The same thing happened here. There were probably wards, or some kind of defense mechanism to keep even the Hollows out of an area that would, normally, be one of their gathering places. Some old, forgotten, sunken ruin beneath the sands, deep in the heart of the Zertinan Caverns would be teeming with Hollows if it wasn't for the fact it wasn't forgotten, or abandoned.
The Hollows stayed away. Whatever was there was too powerful for them to think it worth taking on.
They'd come out of the Garganta into the Caverns, and then pressed on, but now might be a good time to let the Hollow leave. Not that Road was against making an entrance, but it would spoil the fun if everyone knew what they were before they knew what everyone else was.
Something was always going on. The world was a big and bustling place full of the small evils people committed against each other. Road enjoyed that about life. Anywhere you went you'd find people being people everywhere, and it never mattered if those people were tall or short or old or young or lizards or dogs or boring old humes. People transcended the species barrier, and people were awful. Terrible.
Fun.
Sometimes there were the larger evils people committed against each other too, and Road was part of more than one of those. They were Noah. Clandestine, dangerous, remorseless. They had their spoons in more than one pot of evil and gave them a stir occasionally to make sure the nastiness didn't just sink to the bottom and stay there.
They didn't concern themselves with the lowerworld much. Road, and Tyki, and the others, had been busily stirring another pot on Jylland, their usual playground, when the summons had come from Khamja on the lowerworld. They'd had some work from them, in the past, but their relationship with Khamja was normally distant. The Earl had maintained the connection, because connections were good, and maybe once they were done playing on Jylland it'd be fun to find a new place to play, but when the summons had come, he hadn't been able to attend himself.
He'd sent Road in his stead, and Tyki to go with her. It was easier to be underestimated when you dressed cute and sounded cute and looked cute, and had someone that definitely looked like an adult with you.
Something was going on. Khamja were playing their cards close to their chest, but they'd requested the presence of every single member, both shadow and open, for an important meeting.
Road didn't try to surmise what exactly it was that was going on. It wouldn't involve them, at any rate, at least not yet, but there was always the opportunity for new opoortunities. New people, new places, new things to learn and use.
Their directions to the Desert Palace hadn't been the best. The place was hidden, and marking it on maps would be a good way of making it no longer hidden. Not that maps were any help when you were approaching from the other side.
Road gave their transport an affectionate stroke along its bony mask. The journey from Niflheim, where they'd been, to Rabanastre, would have been a boringly long walk if they hadn't hitched a ride. Fortunately, there wasn't a Hollow in existence that would deny a Noah asking a favour.
"Do you think The Earl will be upset if we set off their alarms?" she asked, tilting back from her perch on the Hollow's head to look at Tyki upside down. Her legs dangled down, her feet brushing dangerously close to its teeth, but it wouldn't bite. It wouldn't dare.
The route had been surprisingly well trodden for something in the depths like this. Hollows came this way regularly, but if you were used to Hollows you could tell where they veered away from a spot. They gave population centres a wide berth, or the smart ones did, so you found the paths they took might open out within sight of one, but almost never in one. Not unless they were told to.
The same thing happened here. There were probably wards, or some kind of defense mechanism to keep even the Hollows out of an area that would, normally, be one of their gathering places. Some old, forgotten, sunken ruin beneath the sands, deep in the heart of the Zertinan Caverns would be teeming with Hollows if it wasn't for the fact it wasn't forgotten, or abandoned.
The Hollows stayed away. Whatever was there was too powerful for them to think it worth taking on.
They'd come out of the Garganta into the Caverns, and then pressed on, but now might be a good time to let the Hollow leave. Not that Road was against making an entrance, but it would spoil the fun if everyone knew what they were before they knew what everyone else was.
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"Perhaps we will," he said, brightly.
He blinked at the door opening at Road's hand. That was magic, if ever he'd seen it. A light spread out from the center, pearly and soft, and then disappeared when the latch gave. Interesting. And probably expensive or difficult to make work.
"After you," he said, gesturing.
It wasn't gentlemanly. It would have been in an upmarket restaurant or luxury hotel, but here it was simply him allowing the more formidable of the two of them, or at least the more durable, to walk into danger first.
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It was another reason he was Road's favourite.
She all but skipped inside, entering with a cheery, carefree air about her. There was a small vestibule, like a chokepoint, that once upon a time would have throttled incoming forces and allowed anyone inside time to move. Now, she thought, it probably kept some of the bigger monsters from breaking in.
It would also bottleneck anyone rushing out to defend.
Beyond that was an entrance hall. The feel of a dozen different kinds of monster lingered in the air within, and all of them were people shaped.
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He, like Road, felt those within. He wasn't as good at is as her, being too used to the muzzy background noise found in cities to be able to discern current individuals clearly. It was a little like a magic eye puzzle to him, or trying to see a shape in fog. He'd probably get used to it over time, if he spent enough time here, but he rather hoped it wouldn't come to that.
He didn't feel anybody being openly hostile, at least. Nobody had rushed to meet them, weapons bared, so he supposed they hadn't just been granted entry to the palace on a fluke. Maybe somewhere, deep in the building, somebody was counting off arriving members.
"I half expected a welcoming committee," he said, a little disappointed. Well, it was all a bit of a let down.
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Then again, it might be much more interesting to let them just stumble into each other from the outset.
"Maybe there's no one here to make trouble with," she said, sounding a little bit disappointed in that possibility. She turned, following her senses towards a doorway further in. It was closed, but she could feel people beyond it. "We should find someone to show us around." There was no telling what might run into them, otherwise.
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He did consider it odd that nobody was about though, not even to provide non-automated security. If somebody managed to get past the monsters and then get through the door, there was nothing to stop them storming the palace with a rifle. The ones with the rifles should be vetting the people walking in.
He shook his head and smoothed his clothes down, brushing sand from his sleeve. He wasn't about to be seen with a dusty suit, regardless of who met him, gun or not. He pushed his hair back with one hand and let the state he'd willed his appearance into revert back to normal. At one time, he'd always looked like this, slightly tanned skin, dark eyes... now it was a chore to maintain. His Noah blood, unknown to him for years, had won out and changed him. With his concentration dropped, his skin darkened to an ashy grey and his eyes brightened to yellow.
"I'm sure they can't be far," he said.
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Perhaps they were earlier than she'd anticipated. She hadn't wanted them to walk in stylishly late; Road preferred to get to know a place, and the people in it before she made a move, but she'd thought some of the others might be the same.
Unless some of the long term residents were out dealing with Aizen's predicament at the moment. Maybe that was why the place felt emptier than it should?
She turned and looked at Tyki as he let his hume mask drop and his Noah come through. Road had good control over hers; she only let it through when she wanted, but Tyki, well Tyki was still a bit new. Keeping their true nature locked away beneath the surface took effort, especially when you were new.
But the dark grey skin of a Noah suited him better.
"If you break any hearts, can I watch?"
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"Let's see who we find, then."
It could be interesting. At least they were expected, so it wouldn't be likely to be a disaster. At least hopefully not. He didn't want to have to kill anybody, at least not this early on. It might ruin the mood for the meeting if he entered it with blood on his hands.
He made for the door.