The Roof, After Sunset
Andrew had spent most of the day cloaked in shadows, walking about the island and thinking of how pathetic his life used to be. "I shouldn't have come back. Attending the reunion was a foolish idea."
A dark and disembodied voice answered him back, saying in a drawn-out whisper, "But speak the words and Master will be away from here. Time and space are nothing to Rubicante."
"No," Andrew replied. "I'll play out these memories -- see what lies at the end of this little cosmic hoax."
"Ut vos votum," the voice replied.
"That's right. As I wish." Andrew spoke a few guttural words in a language long dead and the shadows lifted, taking the source of the voice with it.
He stood there, aged but a little, and looked out over the island. To those who can sense such things, even the air about him seemed to ripple with dark malevolence.
[ooc: Roof open! Feel free to chat up the Andrew.]
A dark and disembodied voice answered him back, saying in a drawn-out whisper, "But speak the words and Master will be away from here. Time and space are nothing to Rubicante."
"No," Andrew replied. "I'll play out these memories -- see what lies at the end of this little cosmic hoax."
"Ut vos votum," the voice replied.
"That's right. As I wish." Andrew spoke a few guttural words in a language long dead and the shadows lifted, taking the source of the voice with it.
He stood there, aged but a little, and looked out over the island. To those who can sense such things, even the air about him seemed to ripple with dark malevolence.
[ooc: Roof open! Feel free to chat up the Andrew.]