TIMESTAMP: 31 Calid March, 122
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It was early morning and a stray bit of sunlight crossed over Hector’s eyes at just the right angle to wake him up. Groggy and unsure of the exact time, the young mage dragged himself out of bed. Not entirely sure whether or not he'd anything to do that day, he figured he might as well put clothes on and very lazily dressed himself.
Hector wore a white, button-down dress shirt with billowing sleeves that cinched at the wrist along with a darker, cool mid-toned grey lavender vest and a matching bow tie. For pants, coal colored slacks in a similar grey tone as the vest. Finally, he puts on simple black socks and black oxford shoes before grabbing a silver chained pocket watch and leaving his room.
Vergil was sitting in the living room reading on the couch. He always managed to wake up earlier than Hector…every single day, no matter how early the younger man thought it was. Yellow eyes lifted languidly to look at the elf before drifting back down to his page, although Hector was quite distracted by this point.
"Um, Vergil, do you not see that??" The question was asked with great confusion and an exasperated tone. The elf pointed towards the entrance of their apartment as he spoke. Next to their front door sat…another door. It was a sturdy wooden door, just like their original door, only a slightly different shade of varnish. Looking up again, the older vampyre squinted before a look of confusion overcame his features as well.
Vergil blinked a few times before snapping his book shut and setting it down. He knew Hector would want to go through it…much as walking through strange, arcane things like that is an incredible risk.
"Hector…please don't touch it, let me-..."
Oops, too late. The elf was already on his way to the door. Given Vergil's fast reaction time, he was able to catch up to his foolish friend but not before the younger one was able to grab the handle and push open the door. The white-haired one was both bigger and stronger than his companion, but Hector was crafty.
At first, both men froze as they peered into what lay beyond the threshold of the mysterious door. A nearly empty room– something that looked almost like a cabin with a table, two chairs, a few candles and the scent of the sea. Very strange. Very mysterious.
Lavender irises flit back and forth for a few seconds between the room and his companion who held onto him. He waited just a moment for when Vergil would make the mistake of assuming he'd been subdued. When he felt the other's grip slack as he was examining the room, Hector lunged forward, tripping them both beyond the threshold and making a point of kicking the door closed as they fell.
Both men toppled to the floor as a result, but the elven mage got what he wanted. Both sets of eyes, lavender and gold, looked up and saw that a stranger, an elven man, had appeared in the chair farthest from them. Tan skin, dark eyes, generally handsome features, but his tattoos pulled more of Hector's attention that anything else. He spoke a casual greeting to the pair.
"Welcome to The Duck. I am Kynne. Thank you for coming. Please, what is your name?"
His grin grew a little, "And if you would be so kind, surprise me."
It took a second, but once Vergil fully internalized what had happened his expression shifted from surprised to very, very annoyed…but he said nothing, only let go of Hector, rolled onto his back, and let a deep sigh roll from his lungs. On the other hand, the more curious of the pair scrambled to his feet, and with a tilt of his head,
"A surprise, huh?"
The mage stood there for a second, appearing to think before his face snapped back to the stranger's as if he'd forgotten something. "Oh! Names. I am Hector...and the one of the floor, Vergil. Don't mind him. It can sometimes take a second to convince him to embrace the unknown," Hector spoke with a bright tone and a bit of a laugh.
Now, back to that rather ambiguous request. The room itself was bland, lacking in tools to do much with. All the elf had at his disposal, really, were his words, body, and magic. He also had no idea for what purpose this request was made, though he cared remarkably little about that fact. Perhaps he should just go with something simple to match the simplicity of the room itself? Doing something to hurt the stranger would likely be unwise…and while wisdom was never the mage's strongest attribute, he didn't want to risk angering a god or something.
Ah, of course. Tirspi, his aidolon, should be present to witness…whatever this was. With a flex of aether, Hector summoned the spirit, manifesting space for it between the cracks in the wooden floorboards. Thick, inky fog slowly seeped from the wood, an aura of something akin to hunger filling the room.
"Blind us," the Summoner spoke.
With that single command, the spirit slowly began to disperse. The fog thinned greatly as the spirit began to fill the room, though its body would still absorb all light cast onto it. Within a matter of, say, thirty seconds, the entire room was pitch dark, nobody could see anything.
"Surprise! Vision is gone." That is, unless the other had some sort of magical sight, but still.
Hector wore a white, button-down dress shirt with billowing sleeves that cinched at the wrist along with a darker, cool mid-toned grey lavender vest and a matching bow tie. For pants, coal colored slacks in a similar grey tone as the vest. Finally, he puts on simple black socks and black oxford shoes before grabbing a silver chained pocket watch and leaving his room.
Vergil was sitting in the living room reading on the couch. He always managed to wake up earlier than Hector…every single day, no matter how early the younger man thought it was. Yellow eyes lifted languidly to look at the elf before drifting back down to his page, although Hector was quite distracted by this point.
"Um, Vergil, do you not see that??" The question was asked with great confusion and an exasperated tone. The elf pointed towards the entrance of their apartment as he spoke. Next to their front door sat…another door. It was a sturdy wooden door, just like their original door, only a slightly different shade of varnish. Looking up again, the older vampyre squinted before a look of confusion overcame his features as well.
Vergil blinked a few times before snapping his book shut and setting it down. He knew Hector would want to go through it…much as walking through strange, arcane things like that is an incredible risk.
"Hector…please don't touch it, let me-..."
Oops, too late. The elf was already on his way to the door. Given Vergil's fast reaction time, he was able to catch up to his foolish friend but not before the younger one was able to grab the handle and push open the door. The white-haired one was both bigger and stronger than his companion, but Hector was crafty.
At first, both men froze as they peered into what lay beyond the threshold of the mysterious door. A nearly empty room– something that looked almost like a cabin with a table, two chairs, a few candles and the scent of the sea. Very strange. Very mysterious.
Lavender irises flit back and forth for a few seconds between the room and his companion who held onto him. He waited just a moment for when Vergil would make the mistake of assuming he'd been subdued. When he felt the other's grip slack as he was examining the room, Hector lunged forward, tripping them both beyond the threshold and making a point of kicking the door closed as they fell.
Both men toppled to the floor as a result, but the elven mage got what he wanted. Both sets of eyes, lavender and gold, looked up and saw that a stranger, an elven man, had appeared in the chair farthest from them. Tan skin, dark eyes, generally handsome features, but his tattoos pulled more of Hector's attention that anything else. He spoke a casual greeting to the pair.
"Welcome to The Duck. I am Kynne. Thank you for coming. Please, what is your name?"
His grin grew a little, "And if you would be so kind, surprise me."
It took a second, but once Vergil fully internalized what had happened his expression shifted from surprised to very, very annoyed…but he said nothing, only let go of Hector, rolled onto his back, and let a deep sigh roll from his lungs. On the other hand, the more curious of the pair scrambled to his feet, and with a tilt of his head,
"A surprise, huh?"
The mage stood there for a second, appearing to think before his face snapped back to the stranger's as if he'd forgotten something. "Oh! Names. I am Hector...and the one of the floor, Vergil. Don't mind him. It can sometimes take a second to convince him to embrace the unknown," Hector spoke with a bright tone and a bit of a laugh.
Now, back to that rather ambiguous request. The room itself was bland, lacking in tools to do much with. All the elf had at his disposal, really, were his words, body, and magic. He also had no idea for what purpose this request was made, though he cared remarkably little about that fact. Perhaps he should just go with something simple to match the simplicity of the room itself? Doing something to hurt the stranger would likely be unwise…and while wisdom was never the mage's strongest attribute, he didn't want to risk angering a god or something.
Ah, of course. Tirspi, his aidolon, should be present to witness…whatever this was. With a flex of aether, Hector summoned the spirit, manifesting space for it between the cracks in the wooden floorboards. Thick, inky fog slowly seeped from the wood, an aura of something akin to hunger filling the room.
"Blind us," the Summoner spoke.
With that single command, the spirit slowly began to disperse. The fog thinned greatly as the spirit began to fill the room, though its body would still absorb all light cast onto it. Within a matter of, say, thirty seconds, the entire room was pitch dark, nobody could see anything.
"Surprise! Vision is gone." That is, unless the other had some sort of magical sight, but still.
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