Re: The Battle Royale S2 [Round 3: Endymion]
10-03-2011, 01:55 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
In the evening, three cloaked figures met in an empty storehouse.
The smallest figure nervously looked around.
"Are... are you sure we weren't followed?" he asked the hulking figure beside him.
The larger man snorted.
"You worry too much. My senses may not be at their best today, but I could still sniff out a stalker."
The tall, slender figure looked at both before speaking up.
"This is a concern for us, you know. There was no sign of any connection between the two of you. The fact that such a link emerged may be mere coincidence... or it may have been intended as a warning to us."
"That's what I said!" the smaller creature squeaked. "What if it's an agent sent by the Divine Circle? And he's just taunting us before they send in the Inquisitors?"
"Ridiculous," the larger figure grumbled. "This hardly seems like an agent's style, not to mention that I doubt they'd give themselves away. Assuming it means anything at all, I'd expect it to be a blackmailer."
"Enough." The tall figure turned his head towards both in turn. "Leave it to the more senior members of the Order to discern the motives, if any, behind this incident. What is relevant for now is that you should avoid contact with us, or with each other, for a while. Worry not; our Great Plan is nearly complete, and when it is, you shall have no further need to conceal yourselves."
His two colleagues bowed, and left quietly by different routes.
***
Drall sighed. Another late evening. At least he could finally return home.
He unlocked the front door, but found it wasn't opening; this was unsurprising, as it had been sticking quite a bit lately. It was unlikely there would ever be a technician available to fix it; they had few to spare, and his door would hardly be a priority job.
He pushed on the door with all the strength his wiry frame gave him, and it came open.
He had about half a second to appreciate it before the bucket of water fell on his head.
In the evening, three cloaked figures met in an empty storehouse.
The smallest figure nervously looked around.
"Are... are you sure we weren't followed?" he asked the hulking figure beside him.
The larger man snorted.
"You worry too much. My senses may not be at their best today, but I could still sniff out a stalker."
The tall, slender figure looked at both before speaking up.
"This is a concern for us, you know. There was no sign of any connection between the two of you. The fact that such a link emerged may be mere coincidence... or it may have been intended as a warning to us."
"That's what I said!" the smaller creature squeaked. "What if it's an agent sent by the Divine Circle? And he's just taunting us before they send in the Inquisitors?"
"Ridiculous," the larger figure grumbled. "This hardly seems like an agent's style, not to mention that I doubt they'd give themselves away. Assuming it means anything at all, I'd expect it to be a blackmailer."
"Enough." The tall figure turned his head towards both in turn. "Leave it to the more senior members of the Order to discern the motives, if any, behind this incident. What is relevant for now is that you should avoid contact with us, or with each other, for a while. Worry not; our Great Plan is nearly complete, and when it is, you shall have no further need to conceal yourselves."
His two colleagues bowed, and left quietly by different routes.
***
Drall sighed. Another late evening. At least he could finally return home.
He unlocked the front door, but found it wasn't opening; this was unsurprising, as it had been sticking quite a bit lately. It was unlikely there would ever be a technician available to fix it; they had few to spare, and his door would hardly be a priority job.
He pushed on the door with all the strength his wiry frame gave him, and it came open.
He had about half a second to appreciate it before the bucket of water fell on his head.
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