Post by D - Tetsushiga Mai on Dec 14, 2007 20:55:36 GMT -4
She sat at her table in her office hall, high in a tower above Las Noches, her fingers steepled together in front of her, leaning on her elbows. She gazed out from behind the wolf's skull of the Exequias Captain mask, its dark orifices for eyes staring at nothing in particular. Of course she had felt his return... But as for her emotions, she knew not what their current discourse was. None had formed as yet. Perhaps she should have been worried but this, but for now at least she was not. She struggled to remember the times before she was Exequias, before her life at Las Noches had become so incredibly simple. For simple it was. There were rules. There were orders. Orders kept the rules obeyed. If someone broke the rules, they were removed. It was quite frighteningly simple. And efficient.
Maya, hanging just inside the folds of her gown at her neck, started to hum and glow white.
His Majesty required her presence. This was a good thing, for it meant more orders, and more work to keep her occupied. For idleness encouraged disobedience. Her image flickered from her chair and reappeared with that satisfying static sound in the center of the hall, walking briskly towards the doors. Out of each of the twelve columns in the hall emerged the white ethereal gowns of her council, her disciples, her enforcers, their human skull masks leering. Silently they fell into step behind her in their customary two columns of six.
It was never best to keep His Majesty waiting.
As one their forms flickered and disappeared, leaving nothing but the memory of the static sound that accompanied Sonido, hanging in the room.
~
The gargantuan doors of the Throne Room slid silently open, their massive hinges gliding over each other effortlessly. The Exequias Squad passed through equally as silently, not even their robes rustling nor their boots tapping on the polished black marble floor.
There was something about this vast expanse of a room that just seemed to dampen all sound, sucking it away into the darkest furthest corners never to be heard again. The side walls of the hall were out of sight, hidden behind rows upon rows of colossal columns that marched away into the distance.
The Squad reached the center of the room, and the following twelve members of the squad paired off into formation, standing silently.
The Wolf Skull mask, with Maname behind it, proceeded to the grand dais at the far end of the hall, with its gracefull sloping winged pathways descending to floor level, at the top of which sat the seat of power for all Hollowdom. She knew without having to that if she turned around now at her position at the foot of the dais, the massive doors through which they had passed would not be visible, themselves being absorbed into the gloom of the hall.
She slid her mask up onto her forehead, just enough to allow her to speak without employing the twin voxulated tones of the mask. She dropped to one knee as if liquid, her left hand held behind her with her right in front, fist down to the floor as a third point of contact to lean on.
Her voice struggled through the oppressive expanse and silence of the room, threatened to be smothered at any point by the darkness and sheer size of the room.
"You summoned me, My Lord. How may my services perform thy bidding." For her, nothing came above orders, except the law of Desperado himself, and Desperado's orders were his laws.
The silhouetted figure upon the throne stirred.
Maya, hanging just inside the folds of her gown at her neck, started to hum and glow white.
His Majesty required her presence. This was a good thing, for it meant more orders, and more work to keep her occupied. For idleness encouraged disobedience. Her image flickered from her chair and reappeared with that satisfying static sound in the center of the hall, walking briskly towards the doors. Out of each of the twelve columns in the hall emerged the white ethereal gowns of her council, her disciples, her enforcers, their human skull masks leering. Silently they fell into step behind her in their customary two columns of six.
It was never best to keep His Majesty waiting.
As one their forms flickered and disappeared, leaving nothing but the memory of the static sound that accompanied Sonido, hanging in the room.
~
The gargantuan doors of the Throne Room slid silently open, their massive hinges gliding over each other effortlessly. The Exequias Squad passed through equally as silently, not even their robes rustling nor their boots tapping on the polished black marble floor.
There was something about this vast expanse of a room that just seemed to dampen all sound, sucking it away into the darkest furthest corners never to be heard again. The side walls of the hall were out of sight, hidden behind rows upon rows of colossal columns that marched away into the distance.
The Squad reached the center of the room, and the following twelve members of the squad paired off into formation, standing silently.
The Wolf Skull mask, with Maname behind it, proceeded to the grand dais at the far end of the hall, with its gracefull sloping winged pathways descending to floor level, at the top of which sat the seat of power for all Hollowdom. She knew without having to that if she turned around now at her position at the foot of the dais, the massive doors through which they had passed would not be visible, themselves being absorbed into the gloom of the hall.
She slid her mask up onto her forehead, just enough to allow her to speak without employing the twin voxulated tones of the mask. She dropped to one knee as if liquid, her left hand held behind her with her right in front, fist down to the floor as a third point of contact to lean on.
Her voice struggled through the oppressive expanse and silence of the room, threatened to be smothered at any point by the darkness and sheer size of the room.
"You summoned me, My Lord. How may my services perform thy bidding." For her, nothing came above orders, except the law of Desperado himself, and Desperado's orders were his laws.
The silhouetted figure upon the throne stirred.
