log post - a little reflection
[Having finally found his room, he treats himself to some relaxation. After a brief search of his bedroom, he locates a stereo system and a decent supply of compact disks. Strange...it had been quite a long time since he'd held a CD, and never before for pleasure. After a few more moments of study because he is a man who values knowledge, he successfully inserts the CD into the player and soon there is sweet classical music heavy with violins wafting softly about the room. He smiles to himself in triumph and turns out to the rest of the room.
The room itself is simple, but tasteful. Under the stereo is a tall chest of drawers made of dark wood. In one corner sits two darkly plush chairs around a low iron and glass table. In yet another corner sits a bed fit for his large frame dressed in dark sheet. In the last is a compact kitchen area with a stove and sink, the cupboards and countertops exuding a similar dark glow. The room is fitted with a set of slim windows covered by thick curtains, and doors that lead to a bathroom and to his office. The room itself is not accessible from the outside hallway and imparts a measure of tranquility to his troubled state.
He removes his jacket with a sigh barely audible above the music. So much had happened in the past few days. He felt bound to this place but at the same time knew he had a duty to return to his own world if such a thing were to become possible. He was still on the hunt for the fifth Signer and Jack was likely proving a handful for his dedicated staff, even as he trusted them to manage Jack's affairs. He took a seat in one of the chairs and closed his eyes, relaxing in the luxury that had been provided to him. Then there were the other Singers to consider: the Black Rose Witch; the man from Satellite; and the twins. How would his lack of presence affect the discovery of their true natures? Then of course where his affairs in this place: his doppelganger staff and all the versions of Jack shamefully undignified and without purpose; and Mr. Trueman...
He had encountered many people in his lifetime, and had an annoying habit of being drawn to those in a particularly pathetic state of existence. His own continued concern over Jack proved that much, lessened only by the fact that he had sought out the boy for his divinity. Still the fact that he overlooked the boy's obvious incompetence for his subtle affection disgusted him - even more so now that he was separated from his Jack and none here showed him quite the same desperation. This Mr. Trueman was quite the pathetic creature, inexorably drawn to misfortune, often by his own hand or so it was said. Still, the man had a mystery about him that was hard to ignore, and he himself had always been drawn to human puzzles.
He had of course heard of Trueman from the records of the actions of Kind Darkness. The incident was still fresh enough in most people's minds to be recounted with some prompting. To have the chance now to study the man himself, why...he could barely resist. Part of him wanted to sooth the man's worries and show him he was indeed a good person, faithful and loyal to Miss Leonie. The other part of him wanted to torture the man with his failures as had been Trueman's own method during the incident. He sighed again, at a loss. He had always thought Trueman rather good looking for a messenger of Darkness, but...he clenched his left hand and pressed his lips together. No matter what he did, he couldn't feel anything. Nothing but cold metal and memories of failure.]
The room itself is simple, but tasteful. Under the stereo is a tall chest of drawers made of dark wood. In one corner sits two darkly plush chairs around a low iron and glass table. In yet another corner sits a bed fit for his large frame dressed in dark sheet. In the last is a compact kitchen area with a stove and sink, the cupboards and countertops exuding a similar dark glow. The room is fitted with a set of slim windows covered by thick curtains, and doors that lead to a bathroom and to his office. The room itself is not accessible from the outside hallway and imparts a measure of tranquility to his troubled state.
He removes his jacket with a sigh barely audible above the music. So much had happened in the past few days. He felt bound to this place but at the same time knew he had a duty to return to his own world if such a thing were to become possible. He was still on the hunt for the fifth Signer and Jack was likely proving a handful for his dedicated staff, even as he trusted them to manage Jack's affairs. He took a seat in one of the chairs and closed his eyes, relaxing in the luxury that had been provided to him. Then there were the other Singers to consider: the Black Rose Witch; the man from Satellite; and the twins. How would his lack of presence affect the discovery of their true natures? Then of course where his affairs in this place: his doppelganger staff and all the versions of Jack shamefully undignified and without purpose; and Mr. Trueman...
He had encountered many people in his lifetime, and had an annoying habit of being drawn to those in a particularly pathetic state of existence. His own continued concern over Jack proved that much, lessened only by the fact that he had sought out the boy for his divinity. Still the fact that he overlooked the boy's obvious incompetence for his subtle affection disgusted him - even more so now that he was separated from his Jack and none here showed him quite the same desperation. This Mr. Trueman was quite the pathetic creature, inexorably drawn to misfortune, often by his own hand or so it was said. Still, the man had a mystery about him that was hard to ignore, and he himself had always been drawn to human puzzles.
He had of course heard of Trueman from the records of the actions of Kind Darkness. The incident was still fresh enough in most people's minds to be recounted with some prompting. To have the chance now to study the man himself, why...he could barely resist. Part of him wanted to sooth the man's worries and show him he was indeed a good person, faithful and loyal to Miss Leonie. The other part of him wanted to torture the man with his failures as had been Trueman's own method during the incident. He sighed again, at a loss. He had always thought Trueman rather good looking for a messenger of Darkness, but...he clenched his left hand and pressed his lips together. No matter what he did, he couldn't feel anything. Nothing but cold metal and memories of failure.]