Post by Progress on May 22, 2016 23:59:07 GMT -5
Though his wounds had been healed Erasmus hadn't took the time to change his wardrobe, or the lack thereof, and his tattered garments still hung limply from his body. The coat was no longer present, discarded somewhere in the wastes of Las Noches. So too had his shirt been cast aside, revealing the taut muscles of an old man and the dried rivers of blood that wound up and down his body like primeval war paint. One of his pant legs had been torn away at the ankle, and there was a slit in the thigh, but other than that he still retained some amount of modesty. Despite a bit of scuff and splotches of grime his boots were fully intact, thumping his disciplined march through the hallways inside the walls of Las Noches.
It was amazing how quiet it could be inside when just on the other side of the wall to Erasmus' left there was a veritable war being waged between the forces of chaos and order, those who pined for the old ways and those who would sooner leave them behind. Not even the fires, the loudest of the roars, could be heard from the tranquility of the halls. It had something to do with the absence of life. Not a single servant was running along the pathways on one errand or another, they'd all been swept up in the storm raging outside.
Turning a corner Erasmus nicked his blade against the sharp edge of the opposite wall, marching fast enough to slice right through it. Now, he figured, was as good a time as any to send out the signal. Kionchi's presence in Las Noches had been known to him for the past few days and it was well past time for him to report the outcome of the journey Obsession had sent him on. With luck he'd see the truth to Erasmus' words more than anyone and be malleable enough to shape into a form of his choosing. Should he prove resistant then there were always more forceful methods of persuasion, but Erasmus would rather save those as a last resort.
Vibrations snaked their way from Erasmus' body and carried with them the message that was meant for the ears of the Shinigami traitor alone. Within the north wall. It said. Be quick about it.
Kionchi was but the first. Iko was waiting to be summoned at Erasmus' call, but his role wouldn't be important until Kionchi's position had been secured.
A secluded room with an unassuming white door was the location of the meeting. Slipping into it Erasmus noticed that the window on the far wall provided a full view of the chaos out in Las Noches, the noise just a distant rumble in the dark recesses of the abandoned castle rooms. Scraping a chair up beside that window he sat down and waited. Still and stoic, a grim statue of the future.
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It was amazing how quiet it could be inside when just on the other side of the wall to Erasmus' left there was a veritable war being waged between the forces of chaos and order, those who pined for the old ways and those who would sooner leave them behind. Not even the fires, the loudest of the roars, could be heard from the tranquility of the halls. It had something to do with the absence of life. Not a single servant was running along the pathways on one errand or another, they'd all been swept up in the storm raging outside.
Turning a corner Erasmus nicked his blade against the sharp edge of the opposite wall, marching fast enough to slice right through it. Now, he figured, was as good a time as any to send out the signal. Kionchi's presence in Las Noches had been known to him for the past few days and it was well past time for him to report the outcome of the journey Obsession had sent him on. With luck he'd see the truth to Erasmus' words more than anyone and be malleable enough to shape into a form of his choosing. Should he prove resistant then there were always more forceful methods of persuasion, but Erasmus would rather save those as a last resort.
Vibrations snaked their way from Erasmus' body and carried with them the message that was meant for the ears of the Shinigami traitor alone. Within the north wall. It said. Be quick about it.
Kionchi was but the first. Iko was waiting to be summoned at Erasmus' call, but his role wouldn't be important until Kionchi's position had been secured.
A secluded room with an unassuming white door was the location of the meeting. Slipping into it Erasmus noticed that the window on the far wall provided a full view of the chaos out in Las Noches, the noise just a distant rumble in the dark recesses of the abandoned castle rooms. Scraping a chair up beside that window he sat down and waited. Still and stoic, a grim statue of the future.
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