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Post by Monolilith on Jun 24, 2016 3:48:05 GMT -5
Dark and open. It looks like a parking garage, but devoid of anything but dust and vague sunlight from thin 'windows' right between wall and ceiling. And weight support pillars. No storage, no pallets, no yellow or white painted diagonal lines, no directional and speed limit signs, no warnings about dog shit... it's just empty. Lifeless, save a man, a baby, and a man-baby stepping from an elevator. The sleek door closes behind the stranger, and Ysengrim Aberita glances back at him for a beat before walking at a brisk pace across the floor.
His boot heels leave loud, echoing clicks that almost jar the stillness of the area. Almost. But somehow, he seems to fit right in, his odd combination of attributes. And he certainly brings to light another sign of life - all the way across, in a jutted out area, a door with light coming out from under it.
He knocks. "Dad? It's Ysen. Brought someone."
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Post by jessie on Jun 24, 2016 15:37:48 GMT -5
He hesitated before stepping out of the elevator behind Ysen. And still lingered so close it almost closed on his heel. Darting eyes, quick and consuming as a frantic caged animal. But there was nothing for them to capture, no detail to examine. It was, as stated, all empty. Which was possibly the eeriest attribute of this place.
Something inside him says, terror terror terror, run run run. And usually, he listens to that voice intently. But not this time. Even if it made his heart beat so hard it could rock him, it wouldn't help anything to run now.
So he follows Ysengrim, suppressing the feeling. Behind him - which he debates to himself, being to the side of Ysen would speak more confidence, but this man was Ysen's father, so it's more polite to have him go first, and Ysen walks faster anyways - and they approach the door. He keeps quiet, puts on his best casual face. Nothing left to do but wait for that door to open.
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Post by Monolilith on Jun 25, 2016 21:57:41 GMT -5
Shifting. An unfamiliar voice, a rolling desk chair. "Ech, really? Name?"
"No idea. He won't tell me."
"Echhh. All right, hold on..." Footsteps, that click, like this man is wearing formal men's shoes. And then the door opens, and a head pops out. South Asian, rusty brown hair that's neatly windswept save an absurd cowlick. Square glasses, sea green eyes with impressive, bronzey lashes. Suit, bored but healthily curious expression. Then any semblance of expression slides off his face, a visible transition from something to absolutely nothing, as he stares at the stranger.
And he yanks Ysen into the office, slamming the door. And opens it again, pointing harshly at him. "Stay. I'll give you what you need in five damn seconds, give or take." And the door shuts - less a slam, but still a bit jarring.
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Post by jessie on Jun 25, 2016 22:44:56 GMT -5
"Oookay." This was a good day. He was having just the greatest day of his whole life. Also, he was the Queen of England. Sarcasm, sarcasm, sarcasm.
Now that he'd finally seen this mystery man, Aurthur Dahlstrom if he recalls, he was about ten times less nervous. Yeah, spooky and powerful, dork with glasses. Sure, power comes in any form, but. Maybe he built it up too much in his head. This was all much too regular.
He looked around idly, thumb tracing the cut on his palm, seeing if there was anything else he should be aware of in this space. Of course, there was nothing. So he, carefully, quietly put his hands on the door to cushion himself, then leaned forward to listen. He didn't expect to hear anything, if Mr. Dahlstrom was smart, but if he didn't try he wouldn't know.
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Post by Monolilith on Jun 25, 2016 22:53:52 GMT -5
Yep, absolutely nothing is heard. It certainly helps that the door immediately opens, the second the stranger puts his ear against it, for better or for worse.
There he is, A.J. Dahlstrom by the nameplate on his desk. His brows don't even jump when he sees that the stranger was listening in, he just looks somewhere between a little bit proud and a little bit dissapointed and 'tsk tsk's with a subtle head shake. The office behind him is quite small but strangely serene, the walls as absolutely covered in meticulously organized shit as his desk is. Not one thing is out of place in the copper and juniper room, with its slightly cushy floor boasting about an inch of brightly glowing water, which serves as the illumination aside from a desk lamp and a few carefully positioned lights around shelves and shit. It's like an entire small house's worth of shit has been packed into this one room, and it's a bit dizzying.
I'm sure the water and the smell of the sea on this man doesn't really help the stranger feel soothed or anything. Or what comes next, in a hard but quiet voice.
"Enridian Desmond Lamorte. Des. Come in."
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Post by jessie on Jun 25, 2016 23:07:12 GMT -5
Gaze glancing over every detail, he takes it all in. The water is definitely noticed. His pupils dilate slightly at the sight but. It's not much, he can deal with this. Minor detail. Nothing to worry about.
"Oh, thanks for letting me know you're reading me." Des smiles like he's showing off knives. Appropriate, seeing how his teeth, canines prominently, seem, a bit sharp. "Sorry I didn't give your boy my name. But seeing as he gave me a pseudonym, I thought it wouldn't be a problem. But, I don't like to give people my name until I'm sure I don't have to kill them." Doesn't like ghosts knowing who he is and coming after him, and all. He doesn't come in either, just leans on the door frame.
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Post by Monolilith on Jun 26, 2016 18:23:58 GMT -5
Ysen takes a seat, turning his head to give Des a restrained, admittedly dignified glare, then let out a breath. "My real name is Bellerophon. I'm sure if you were any more mature, you wouldn't actually be making that kind of backhanded accusation, given what a trash name that is."
"Calm down, Ysen." Cap sits himself, waving a hand. Two cups appear, one at each of the chairs on the entrance side of the desk - where Ysen is, and where Des would be. They fill from nothing with hot tea.
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Post by jessie on Jun 26, 2016 18:34:11 GMT -5
Des laughs lightly. "Bellerophon, really? What's the nickname for that? Belle?" He pushes off the doorframe, and crosses over to the chairs. Pretending he wasn't daunted by walking through fucking water, why, who would do this.
He still doesn't sit, just putting a hand on the chair and standing next to it. The hand that had a scar through it. "I'm sure you already know why I'm here." Mystery men always seemed to already know.
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Post by Monolilith on Aug 12, 2016 14:11:05 GMT -5
"Yes, actually." Ysen kind of lets that hang.
Captor helps him let it hang for a moment, then clears his throat. "Naturally. Ysen explained to me that you want help getting off the island. Is that true? That you're here against your will?"
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Post by jessie on Aug 12, 2016 15:14:08 GMT -5
"Yes indeed I am! It's a real pain in the ass and I would love to leave. This place is a nightmare!" Delivered as cheerily as you please. It goes without saying, but he does remain standing. Things would become apparent if one looked.
"Though, there's a lot of things I've already figured out. Dunno how much help I'll actually need." Des shrugged, still grinning. Is he negging or is he that confident?
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Post by Monolilith on Aug 12, 2016 15:29:04 GMT -5
Cap raises his brows. And then he smiles, cordially, leaning back and swirling his teacup softly. "Oh, I'm sure.
"Go ahead, tell me what you know! I'll fill in the blanks for you."
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Post by jessie on Aug 13, 2016 0:48:26 GMT -5
"Okay, so," Des's gesticulations involve a lot of pointing and splayed hands. "Rewind to this afternoon, I got thrown in here by some rift mage. And I know they were definitely specifically a rift mage because of the uh, angle of the rip, whatever it's called," He's talking VERY fast, and that's a detail unique to him. "And that's, also a mystery to solve, but! So, that proves that this place has a frequency, and a frequency can be found. It could not, it could be a dimension anchor, and that's, exciting. Which can also be solved, just a little more work. Also, this place obviously either has or is developing a godspirit - spirits are kinda my thing by the way - and if it has a spirit, it can be compelled, right? That's a, bit of a last resort, though, cause it's just overkill. Like why knock a hole in the wall when there's a door? But dimensional stuff isn't even my major."
Oh man, the more things change, the more they stay the same, huh? "That was a real, 'unprofessional' explanation. I can bust out my fancy terms, if you want."
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Post by Monolilith on Aug 13, 2016 14:43:38 GMT -5
He smiles, again, softer but still unreadable. That's the thing, he's completely unreadable. It's like his entire face is a mask, and his hands are robotic. It's... a little unnerving, honestly. It really is.
"Don't worry about that. The world's greatest dimensionalists use slang terms. But while your observations are astute, and correct, I have a bit of... unfortunate news regarding that frequency.
"It is literally constantly changing. There's no way to pinpoint it for longer than it takes to open a rift, and they vanish of their own accord. That's why portals appear across the multiverse, and vanish, incessantly. The frequency shifts. So that plan is unfortunately out the window."
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Post by jessie on Aug 14, 2016 0:45:32 GMT -5
"Well that, is a problem." Des has been noticing the blankness of Mr. Dahlstrom's face, and it's set him a bit on edge. Not that he wasn't there before. Subconsciously, his wards fluctuate a bit.
He tries to remember what he's read on the subject, and for a second his expression sours as he considers something. Only a second. "I mean, could just stick to one frequency then keep opening it until it hits the right one. That would take ages, though. What if-" no it's stupid don't even say it "um, like, making it stop? Like, just, pump the brakes on the whole thing?" The concept is so abstract he can't really articulate what he means.
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