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Characters: Ra and Arthur Pendragon
Date/Time: Mid- Friday morning
Location:13th floor, Ra's suite
Rating: PGish? pretty tame.
Warnings: None really.
Summary: Arthur accidentally stumbles upon Ra's suite and has bad timing.
After a morning of trying to reach his daughters or Set and quickly realizing that exploring perhaps would be more difficult than expected, Ra had decided to stay put in his room for now after seeing what was going on the network. He figured his daughters would contact him when they were able, they were strong girls and Set always managed to get along by himself.
He had put off his morning habit of a hot shower so while he waited with his phone set on the bathroom counter, the sun god had decided to take care of that. He was a god of habit and routine, after all. The bathroom door hadn’t been locked, he assumed that no one would be so bold as to walk uninvited into his room.
Arthur might be bold enough to walk anywhere uninvited but he was polite enough not to be so rude. However, given that he hadn’t selected a room yet, he simply pushed open the door of the rather large corner suite on the thirteenth floor and walked in. He was in the centre of the room before he heard the shower running. Now, the hotel had already been making some strange gurgling noises so he wasn’t entirely sure that it was real.
The steam emerging from the bathroom door told another story, though, and wincing slightly, Arthur turned to make his escape. This room, kingly though it was, would not be his (alas).
Ra had heard the noises of someone entering the room though and the water was turned off quickly. Thankfully there were towels (and clean ones more importantly!). So before the visitor had a chance to escape, the sun god had emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his gaze sharp as he glanced the other over. So there were others on the floor it seemed.
“And you would be?” he asked, clearly expecting Arthur to introduce himself if he was going to interrupt his morning shower.
“In the wrong room,” replied Arthur promptly, not entirely sure where to look. It wasn’t quite normal procedure to encounter semi-naked men of a morning and he was already distracted by the cold war brewing between Lancelot and the Orkneys. “Apologies,” he said. Should he shake this man’s hand? He really wasn’t sure what one should do when only a towel protected the other party’s modesty. “I’m Arthur Pendragon. I was looking for a room but I see that you’ve called dibs.”
The Sun God didn’t offer his hand. He was not fond of the whole ‘shaking hands’ ritual to begin with and if he was aware of Arthur’s discomfort, he gave no indication that he cared in the slightest. For a moment he said nothing but the name was somewhat familiar and the other could know more information than what he had seen on the community so far.
“Have a seat,” was all he said though before returning to the bathroom to get dressed as if he expected no protest.
Arthur saw no reason to leave the room and it would certainly have been rude to ignore the invitation, even if it sounded more like an order. He wondered who the other man was. He knew enough to understand that there were gods and devils and angels running around and Arthur was not conversant enough in various mythologies to hazard a guess. He mostly hoped that this wasn’t Lucifer or someone. He didn’t think so, though.
As he waited for Ra to re-emerge, Arthur examined his phone for texts. He expected his knights and his family to keep in constant contact.
It didn’t take long for him to dress and he came out a few moments later after checking his phone for any updates. He took a seat opposite Arthur and near the open window that let in sunlight, sitting back. His phone was set upon the table beside him, within easy reach if needed.
“Have you seen others on this floor yet?” he asked bluntly, there was no reason not to get to the heart of the matter.
Arthur put away his phone and crossed his legs at the ankles. He shrugged. “Unfortunately not. There must be others about but I haven’t encountered them yet.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It seems that this building will not make things easier for us, in any way.”
Thoughtfully, he added, “And it does seem to want to keep us separated. I gather it’s hard to travel between floors. Most of my family and my men are scattered throughout the building.”
“It does not seem that way,” Ra frowned slightly, this reminded him of the apocalypse that happened back in May. It did not sit well with him to be played with and not be able to be able to determine if his own daughters were alright as of yet.
“I must say I am in a similar position, it seems my own daughters are in separate floors most likely,” he said thoughtfully. For now he could wait though until they made their positions known to him.
“The best I have been able to do is use the community to coordinate my men. Not that they are not perfectly capable but God knows they occasionally need a kick in the pants.” He paused. “There is a distinct disadvantage to not being able to knock their heads together in person.”
He looked around the room. Damn. It really was nice. This is what he got for allowing himself to become absorbed by his knights’ squabbles. “And the general feeling is that it’s unlikely to stay so quiet.” His smile was grim. “I expect we’ll have to prepare ourselves for strange happenings.”
“I imagine so,” Ra could understand that, often much more could be accomplish when he could be there in person and though Set had always been loyal, sometimes even he needed that extra push occasionally. “It can be frustrating but it seems for now there is little we can do about it,” he said though he didn’t seem entirely pleased at the idea.
“That seems to be the trend when these types of things occur, I am sure it will be something that will pose a challenge,” Ra mused though he wasn’t too concerned just yet. For now it was quiet and he would worry about the other things when they crossed that bridge.
“Do you have any suggestions for tactics?” asked Arthur. “Beyond trying to stick together, I’m at a bit of a loss. It’s hard to know if we’re even being pitched against a physical enemy or if it’s all just a mind game. Either way, I think solitude would be a mistake at this time.”
He rubbed his chin again and tilted his head back, closing his eyes briefly. He worried for his mother and his sisters, of course. He worried for Polyxena, too. He knew - or thought he knew - that his knights could look after themselves, once they stopped bickering. “Right now, all I can think is that 11am is probably too early for a stiff drink.”
Ra didn’t answer right away, considering the information he knew. Right now he didn’t have a solid idea of what exactly was going to happen but based on past experience, he could most likely make an educated guess. “We will most likely need some means of defense at the very least. Of course strength is in numbers ,” he agreed with a nod.
“Considering circumstances, I believe an exception could be made,” he said casually. Either way, Ra never minded if anyone considered it too early for a drink or not, human standards were not exactly a concern.
Arthur snorted. “I can assure you that I’m not an alcoholic.” He hesitated. The other man had still not volunteered his identity.
“Might I ask your name?” He shrugged. “If only because I’d feel desperately rude referring to you as ‘that guy’.”
“I am sure you’re not,” he gave a slight smile at that though he had the same idea since there didn’t seem to be anywhere to get decent coffee.
“I am Ra,” he said simply, trusting that he wouldn’t have to explain further, usually his name alone was enough.
And as unfamiliar as Arthur might be with certain mythologies, he had certainly heard of Ra.
“Ah.” He blinked. He had no idea how one was supposed to greet a god. “Well, it’s nice to meet you.” The corners of his lips turned up into a faintly amused smile. “Even if these are trying circumstances and you certainly did not ask for an Englishman to barge into your room.”
“I must say I was not expecting that,” Ra agreed. At least this Arthur Pendragon didn’t bother with the annoying small talk that humans often seemed bother Ra with.
“I believe there is a mini bar in the room,” he said as a way of an invitation, remaining seated where he was.
“Music to my ears,” said Arthur. He got to his feet and went over to the minibar. Having concocted a gin and tonic for himself, he looked over his shoulder at Ra. Ra the God. Ra the Sun-God. No, this would never, ever seem normal to Arthur. “Can I get you anything?”
Ra glanced over, only considering for a moment. “Bourbon,” he said, assuming the fridge was stocked with anything decent at least. He rarely drank as it was but when he did, he was always a bit picky.
With little ado, Arthur poured Ra’s drink for him and then sat down opposite him once more, handing him the glass.
With a wry smile on his face, he raised his glass. “To absent friends,” he said. “And new ones.”
Ra gave him a nod of thanks as he took the glass. He gave a faint smile of amusement at the toast, at the very least it seemed Arthur Pendragon may be interesting at the very least so the Sun God raised his glass slightly to return the toast.
“To new friends then.”
Date/Time: Mid- Friday morning
Location:13th floor, Ra's suite
Rating: PGish? pretty tame.
Warnings: None really.
Summary: Arthur accidentally stumbles upon Ra's suite and has bad timing.
After a morning of trying to reach his daughters or Set and quickly realizing that exploring perhaps would be more difficult than expected, Ra had decided to stay put in his room for now after seeing what was going on the network. He figured his daughters would contact him when they were able, they were strong girls and Set always managed to get along by himself.
He had put off his morning habit of a hot shower so while he waited with his phone set on the bathroom counter, the sun god had decided to take care of that. He was a god of habit and routine, after all. The bathroom door hadn’t been locked, he assumed that no one would be so bold as to walk uninvited into his room.
Arthur might be bold enough to walk anywhere uninvited but he was polite enough not to be so rude. However, given that he hadn’t selected a room yet, he simply pushed open the door of the rather large corner suite on the thirteenth floor and walked in. He was in the centre of the room before he heard the shower running. Now, the hotel had already been making some strange gurgling noises so he wasn’t entirely sure that it was real.
The steam emerging from the bathroom door told another story, though, and wincing slightly, Arthur turned to make his escape. This room, kingly though it was, would not be his (alas).
Ra had heard the noises of someone entering the room though and the water was turned off quickly. Thankfully there were towels (and clean ones more importantly!). So before the visitor had a chance to escape, the sun god had emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his gaze sharp as he glanced the other over. So there were others on the floor it seemed.
“And you would be?” he asked, clearly expecting Arthur to introduce himself if he was going to interrupt his morning shower.
“In the wrong room,” replied Arthur promptly, not entirely sure where to look. It wasn’t quite normal procedure to encounter semi-naked men of a morning and he was already distracted by the cold war brewing between Lancelot and the Orkneys. “Apologies,” he said. Should he shake this man’s hand? He really wasn’t sure what one should do when only a towel protected the other party’s modesty. “I’m Arthur Pendragon. I was looking for a room but I see that you’ve called dibs.”
The Sun God didn’t offer his hand. He was not fond of the whole ‘shaking hands’ ritual to begin with and if he was aware of Arthur’s discomfort, he gave no indication that he cared in the slightest. For a moment he said nothing but the name was somewhat familiar and the other could know more information than what he had seen on the community so far.
“Have a seat,” was all he said though before returning to the bathroom to get dressed as if he expected no protest.
Arthur saw no reason to leave the room and it would certainly have been rude to ignore the invitation, even if it sounded more like an order. He wondered who the other man was. He knew enough to understand that there were gods and devils and angels running around and Arthur was not conversant enough in various mythologies to hazard a guess. He mostly hoped that this wasn’t Lucifer or someone. He didn’t think so, though.
As he waited for Ra to re-emerge, Arthur examined his phone for texts. He expected his knights and his family to keep in constant contact.
It didn’t take long for him to dress and he came out a few moments later after checking his phone for any updates. He took a seat opposite Arthur and near the open window that let in sunlight, sitting back. His phone was set upon the table beside him, within easy reach if needed.
“Have you seen others on this floor yet?” he asked bluntly, there was no reason not to get to the heart of the matter.
Arthur put away his phone and crossed his legs at the ankles. He shrugged. “Unfortunately not. There must be others about but I haven’t encountered them yet.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It seems that this building will not make things easier for us, in any way.”
Thoughtfully, he added, “And it does seem to want to keep us separated. I gather it’s hard to travel between floors. Most of my family and my men are scattered throughout the building.”
“It does not seem that way,” Ra frowned slightly, this reminded him of the apocalypse that happened back in May. It did not sit well with him to be played with and not be able to be able to determine if his own daughters were alright as of yet.
“I must say I am in a similar position, it seems my own daughters are in separate floors most likely,” he said thoughtfully. For now he could wait though until they made their positions known to him.
“The best I have been able to do is use the community to coordinate my men. Not that they are not perfectly capable but God knows they occasionally need a kick in the pants.” He paused. “There is a distinct disadvantage to not being able to knock their heads together in person.”
He looked around the room. Damn. It really was nice. This is what he got for allowing himself to become absorbed by his knights’ squabbles. “And the general feeling is that it’s unlikely to stay so quiet.” His smile was grim. “I expect we’ll have to prepare ourselves for strange happenings.”
“I imagine so,” Ra could understand that, often much more could be accomplish when he could be there in person and though Set had always been loyal, sometimes even he needed that extra push occasionally. “It can be frustrating but it seems for now there is little we can do about it,” he said though he didn’t seem entirely pleased at the idea.
“That seems to be the trend when these types of things occur, I am sure it will be something that will pose a challenge,” Ra mused though he wasn’t too concerned just yet. For now it was quiet and he would worry about the other things when they crossed that bridge.
“Do you have any suggestions for tactics?” asked Arthur. “Beyond trying to stick together, I’m at a bit of a loss. It’s hard to know if we’re even being pitched against a physical enemy or if it’s all just a mind game. Either way, I think solitude would be a mistake at this time.”
He rubbed his chin again and tilted his head back, closing his eyes briefly. He worried for his mother and his sisters, of course. He worried for Polyxena, too. He knew - or thought he knew - that his knights could look after themselves, once they stopped bickering. “Right now, all I can think is that 11am is probably too early for a stiff drink.”
Ra didn’t answer right away, considering the information he knew. Right now he didn’t have a solid idea of what exactly was going to happen but based on past experience, he could most likely make an educated guess. “We will most likely need some means of defense at the very least. Of course strength is in numbers ,” he agreed with a nod.
“Considering circumstances, I believe an exception could be made,” he said casually. Either way, Ra never minded if anyone considered it too early for a drink or not, human standards were not exactly a concern.
Arthur snorted. “I can assure you that I’m not an alcoholic.” He hesitated. The other man had still not volunteered his identity.
“Might I ask your name?” He shrugged. “If only because I’d feel desperately rude referring to you as ‘that guy’.”
“I am sure you’re not,” he gave a slight smile at that though he had the same idea since there didn’t seem to be anywhere to get decent coffee.
“I am Ra,” he said simply, trusting that he wouldn’t have to explain further, usually his name alone was enough.
And as unfamiliar as Arthur might be with certain mythologies, he had certainly heard of Ra.
“Ah.” He blinked. He had no idea how one was supposed to greet a god. “Well, it’s nice to meet you.” The corners of his lips turned up into a faintly amused smile. “Even if these are trying circumstances and you certainly did not ask for an Englishman to barge into your room.”
“I must say I was not expecting that,” Ra agreed. At least this Arthur Pendragon didn’t bother with the annoying small talk that humans often seemed bother Ra with.
“I believe there is a mini bar in the room,” he said as a way of an invitation, remaining seated where he was.
“Music to my ears,” said Arthur. He got to his feet and went over to the minibar. Having concocted a gin and tonic for himself, he looked over his shoulder at Ra. Ra the God. Ra the Sun-God. No, this would never, ever seem normal to Arthur. “Can I get you anything?”
Ra glanced over, only considering for a moment. “Bourbon,” he said, assuming the fridge was stocked with anything decent at least. He rarely drank as it was but when he did, he was always a bit picky.
With little ado, Arthur poured Ra’s drink for him and then sat down opposite him once more, handing him the glass.
With a wry smile on his face, he raised his glass. “To absent friends,” he said. “And new ones.”
Ra gave him a nod of thanks as he took the glass. He gave a faint smile of amusement at the toast, at the very least it seemed Arthur Pendragon may be interesting at the very least so the Sun God raised his glass slightly to return the toast.
“To new friends then.”