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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 doesn't know what this is, what to think of it. He vaguely remembers the impression Bruno had left the day before — kind of skittish; kind of not suited for this, maybe — but escalating to setting his room on fire is.
Well, he wouldn't have seen it coming, but he also knows he's never been the best judge of these sorts of things.
Amos waves his hand in front of his face in an attempt to clear the smoke away as they get close to the door; of course it doesn't really do anything, just a reflex. Taking the lead from the retainer, he tries opening the door, and... no luck, not even with all of his strength put into it.
The fuck. ]
Alright! [ He's sure to project his voice, hoping to catch Bruno's attention. Calm, but authoritative — they can always bring him back if he bites it, but. You know. The potential property damage is gonna take a lot longer. ] I'm coming in there, so you're gonna wanna either open this door right now or steer clear!
[ He'll wait a second to see what happens, taking the opportunity to back up — and then, if need be, charge at the door, ramming his shoulder into it, putting all of his weight into it in hopes of breaking it down. As many times as he needs to until he get in there. ]
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