Post by HearMeRoar on Aug 27, 2008 23:27:04 GMT
The figure smiled to himself as he gazed out at the vista before him.
The view out of the window was a wonderful one; a wide space with mountains rising up and through the bleach-white clouds above.
Pale blue snow drifted downward, landing on the marble ledge of the enormous window.
There was no glass on the window, the builders of this tower having not invented glass of the necessary size yet. He didn't mind though. He enjoyed not having glass for once. The cool mountain breeze was rejuvenating and he loved having the beautiful blue snow land on his outstretched hand.
"Dad?" Came a voice from behind. The figure turned, his black robes swaying with a jingle of the chains attached to his collar.
In the centre of the large marble room stood the figure's adoptive son. He stood in what appeared to be some kind of study.
"Yes Mako?" The figure answered.
The bonds that connected the pair weren't the most obvious, he reflected. Firstly, they were different species. Mako was some kind of anthropomorph, a humanoid mouse whereas the figure was human...mostly.
His son stood wearing the same kinds of robes as the figure, elegant in their simplicity, with two silver chains hanging from each side of the collar. The figure stood as tall the figure ha done as a teenager and from his demeanour seemed to be one. The figure found it puzzling, considering he was only a year old. Mako had aged quickly, being like a toddler at the time they had found each other in the void.
"Where do you suppose everybody is?" Mako asked, his American accent remarkably different from his adoptive father's British one...another mystery to the uninformed.
The figure shook his head,
"I'm not sure. Apparently it's abandoned."
He looked back out of the window again at the beautiful view,
"I cannut' think why."
There was a thump from the door, another individual in the same black robes standing there. This one was taller than Mako, roughly the same height as the figure by the window though with the slightly more curvy statue of a woman. Her voice sang in a sultry but distorted and jumpy way, wholly unnatural and yet pleasing to listen to. It was almost as though each word had been said separately and put together later.
The figure knew why. He's been tempted to make her sound more human but had found himself liking the old voice too much.
He still smiled at the sound of "her" voice.
"We have combed the building and not found any life-forms. As part of the required search protocol, turrets have been positioned in all key entryways."
"Thanks petal," the figure nodded, "Keep me posted."
The feminine figure seemed to nod from under the hood of her robes.
"I will be available downstairs, Xupal," she answered, leaving curtly, walking somewhat jaggedly at first. Perhaps she was still getting used to her new legs.
The figure breathed in deeply, placing a hand on the back of the marble throne-like chair behind the desk. This would be a good chair...with some padding.
"Well," he sighed, "I'd better report to our bosses."
He turned to looked at Mako before starting to leave,
"Man the fort please, son..."
The view out of the window was a wonderful one; a wide space with mountains rising up and through the bleach-white clouds above.
Pale blue snow drifted downward, landing on the marble ledge of the enormous window.
There was no glass on the window, the builders of this tower having not invented glass of the necessary size yet. He didn't mind though. He enjoyed not having glass for once. The cool mountain breeze was rejuvenating and he loved having the beautiful blue snow land on his outstretched hand.
"Dad?" Came a voice from behind. The figure turned, his black robes swaying with a jingle of the chains attached to his collar.
In the centre of the large marble room stood the figure's adoptive son. He stood in what appeared to be some kind of study.
"Yes Mako?" The figure answered.
The bonds that connected the pair weren't the most obvious, he reflected. Firstly, they were different species. Mako was some kind of anthropomorph, a humanoid mouse whereas the figure was human...mostly.
His son stood wearing the same kinds of robes as the figure, elegant in their simplicity, with two silver chains hanging from each side of the collar. The figure stood as tall the figure ha done as a teenager and from his demeanour seemed to be one. The figure found it puzzling, considering he was only a year old. Mako had aged quickly, being like a toddler at the time they had found each other in the void.
"Where do you suppose everybody is?" Mako asked, his American accent remarkably different from his adoptive father's British one...another mystery to the uninformed.
The figure shook his head,
"I'm not sure. Apparently it's abandoned."
He looked back out of the window again at the beautiful view,
"I cannut' think why."
There was a thump from the door, another individual in the same black robes standing there. This one was taller than Mako, roughly the same height as the figure by the window though with the slightly more curvy statue of a woman. Her voice sang in a sultry but distorted and jumpy way, wholly unnatural and yet pleasing to listen to. It was almost as though each word had been said separately and put together later.
The figure knew why. He's been tempted to make her sound more human but had found himself liking the old voice too much.
He still smiled at the sound of "her" voice.
"We have combed the building and not found any life-forms. As part of the required search protocol, turrets have been positioned in all key entryways."
"Thanks petal," the figure nodded, "Keep me posted."
The feminine figure seemed to nod from under the hood of her robes.
"I will be available downstairs, Xupal," she answered, leaving curtly, walking somewhat jaggedly at first. Perhaps she was still getting used to her new legs.
The figure breathed in deeply, placing a hand on the back of the marble throne-like chair behind the desk. This would be a good chair...with some padding.
"Well," he sighed, "I'd better report to our bosses."
He turned to looked at Mako before starting to leave,
"Man the fort please, son..."