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aionlogs2022-08-11 08:23 pm
fallingsand) wrote in aionlogs2022-08-11 08:23 pm
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WHO: Bruno & Amos
WHAT: Bruno's locked himself in his room to desperately try and search for any hint of his homeworld's existence in the future. Worried and pretty sure that they smell smoke, his retainer goes in search of help...
WHERE: Citadel
WHEN: Firaseri, a day or so after the faction gossip posts.
WARNINGS: existential dread intensifies
[ It had begun with a series of odd requests. Sand and lots of it. Sticks of incense. Something to burn them with. There was little explanation from Bruno when he asked for all of this but the servants of the Citadel weren't there to ask questions, they were there to serve, and the one that Bruno had awkwardly agreed to let stick around long-term was more than happy to see it done. Of course, that was then. This is now.
Now is full of regret, because now he's found that Bruno has locked the door, having returned to for one reason or another well after the items had been delivered. The smell of smoke filled the hallway outside the new Aion's room, real smoke, not incense, and no amount of pleading would get that door to open. What was happening in there? Was it his business? What if the room was on fire in there?
All that was left to do was to seek out help and that's what he did, rushing away and only skidding to a halt when he turns a corner too quickly and nearly crashes into Amos. Amos, who looks big enough to force a door open.
He won't open the door! I think he may have set his room on fire!
That's about as much an explanation as can be offered to Amos as the servant asks for help, more than happy to lead the way back to the hallway stinking of smoke and fire and the door to Bruno's room. ]
WHAT: Bruno's locked himself in his room to desperately try and search for any hint of his homeworld's existence in the future. Worried and pretty sure that they smell smoke, his retainer goes in search of help...
WHERE: Citadel
WHEN: Firaseri, a day or so after the faction gossip posts.
WARNINGS: existential dread intensifies
[ It had begun with a series of odd requests. Sand and lots of it. Sticks of incense. Something to burn them with. There was little explanation from Bruno when he asked for all of this but the servants of the Citadel weren't there to ask questions, they were there to serve, and the one that Bruno had awkwardly agreed to let stick around long-term was more than happy to see it done. Of course, that was then. This is now.
Now is full of regret, because now he's found that Bruno has locked the door, having returned to for one reason or another well after the items had been delivered. The smell of smoke filled the hallway outside the new Aion's room, real smoke, not incense, and no amount of pleading would get that door to open. What was happening in there? Was it his business? What if the room was on fire in there?
All that was left to do was to seek out help and that's what he did, rushing away and only skidding to a halt when he turns a corner too quickly and nearly crashes into Amos. Amos, who looks big enough to force a door open.
He won't open the door! I think he may have set his room on fire!
That's about as much an explanation as can be offered to Amos as the servant asks for help, more than happy to lead the way back to the hallway stinking of smoke and fire and the door to Bruno's room. ]
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Amos is able to grasp part of what Bruno said, but his actions — that spark of anger — speak to him a lot more; the difference between being able to understand a sentence based on context clues and being intimately familiar with what's being communicated. The former sounded a little Belter-ish; the latter is the only emotion he really, truly understands.
And hadn't been aiming for here so, uh, fuck.
Still, Amos watches passively, a hint of admiration in him for how Bruno's able to restrain himself. Amos would have smashed the thing by now.
As it stands, it's all he can really do to dip his head, lower his voice. Speak in soft tones not to try to calm Bruno, but because he's hit on something Amos, too, has felt. ]
We're all kinda nothing, in the end. All of us are going to die. Just that their time came before ours. [ If there's anything mournful in his tone, he certainly doesn't pick up on it. Just keeps going. ] I know what you mean about how it should be someone else, though. It shouldn't be me. I knew good people back home. People smarter than me; better than me. They should be the ones here, and I should be dead; but they aren't and I'm not.
[ A pause as he sighs, letting some of what he's carrying in him out, lifts his head again. ]
All we got now is knowing the burden to do something right's fallen to us. Can't change things. Can only keep moving forward.
[ A beat, and his voice ticks up a little, grows firmer. The time for commiserating's over; the time for all of this is over. For as much as other people seem to still have hangups over where they came from, Amos moved past that months ago. Almost instantly. ]
What're you gonna do about it?
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The whole from dust to dust speech, huh?
[ Bruno asks that with a sigh. He doesn't anticipate comprehension. Heck, he's only vaguely religious himself. He wouldn't expect much of it from the rest here in the Citadel. From him, there's one last sniff and he lifts an arm to clean off his eyes and nose with a sleeve, wiping away unshed tears and more of the drying blood in doing so. ]
I don't know. Not this, obviously.
[ A hand is waved off vaguely, around, indicating all of it, all of this. The sand, the glass, everything. He raises his head again, prying his eyes off of the last remaining blank slab, at last, to look a little more properly at Amos. He's not sure who this is. Someone who cared enough to make sure he wasn't burning the place down, clearly, but that doesn't explain much else. ]
I... guess I should clean the place up and. I dunno. Think a place this fancy has a wine cellar? Because. Because that seems like one idea.
[ Hardly a heavy drinker by any means, this seemed like a good time for a brief exception. It's been a rough few days, rougher than anything he's ever experienced and that's saying a lot, considering. ]
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And now here he is, resigned. It's better in the sense that he's talking, but that's about it.
Oh well. He'll take his own advice. One foot in front of the other, and eventually, they'll get there. So Amos watches impassively as the best possible breakthrough he can hope for makes itself known, and offers a small smile at the mention of a wine cellar. ]
Yeah. I can give you a tour if you haven't gotten one yet. Lotta rooms here, but it's got wine.
[ He's more of a beer guy, but he's been starting to develop an appreciation for the stuff.
Though he does spare the room a glance. ]
Probably gonna take a while to clean all of this up, though. Servants might like it if you help. They also might insist on doing it all themselves and not letting you do any of the work. That's the kind of people we are around here. [ He says it casually, with a shrug; he doesn't love it or hate it. It's just what life is, living in a fancy castle and being kinda worshipped. ] Your choice, really. But if you want the wine now then I'm game.
[ A beat. ]
Name's Amos, by the way.
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[ Yeah, that whole being kinda worshipped is only part of how disconcerting this place has been so far, though he keeps that comment to himself. He'd rather everyone simply leave the mess he's made as is and deal with it himself at a later date. That isn't going to happen, unfortunately, but a man can dream, right?
Bruno lets out a long sigh and retrieves the empty green glass slap from where he left it. That in hand, he hauls himself back up to his feet. There's a second where he staggers on getting there, a rush of lightheadedness taking him by surprise, but he catches himself on a backstep instead of falling over. He grimaces and gives his head a shake before straightening up again. ]
...okay, maybe I really did overdo it. Uh. [ Bruno shoots another look back towards the door where his retainer still lingers, worried and confused. ] Antione, right? Could you. Get some brooms? I'll. I'll take of this, you don't gotta.