[action] i. introduction -
Ifalna? Ifalna! Hojo, where are you?!
[Those in the Golden Entranceway--and even just outside it--can make out a man's voice, sounding both panicked and curiously out of breath, considering he hasn't gone very far from the starting point of all confused arrivals. The middle-aged man leans against one of the pillars, one hand resting over his chest as though it pains him. (Probably should have lain still for a few more hours. Or days.) His other hand reaches up, taking off his glasses and rubbing his haggard face. It just misses touching the wood-carved key around his neck.]
This can't be where he took them... Why...? This isn't the time for delusional [huff] flights of fancy.
[He looks around the hall to see who he could ask for help... after he gets his breath back.]
[Those in the Golden Entranceway--and even just outside it--can make out a man's voice, sounding both panicked and curiously out of breath, considering he hasn't gone very far from the starting point of all confused arrivals. The middle-aged man leans against one of the pillars, one hand resting over his chest as though it pains him. (Probably should have lain still for a few more hours. Or days.) His other hand reaches up, taking off his glasses and rubbing his haggard face. It just misses touching the wood-carved key around his neck.]
This can't be where he took them... Why...? This isn't the time for delusional [huff] flights of fancy.
[He looks around the hall to see who he could ask for help... after he gets his breath back.]