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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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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.