Comments | lsreject_logs: A Familiar Place

mydarknation in lsreject_logs

A Familiar Place

Jun 17, 2010 05:32

Who: Rufus, Bahamut
When: Directly after he arrives in Junon
Location: Junon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rufus is visited by The Ghost of Leaders Present a surprising guest.

( And an Unfamiliar Presence )

*chapter three, rufus, ~bahamut

Comments 25

lsr_summons June 18 2010, 01:49:49 UTC

"That would be-" the voice was deep and cultured and seemed to come from just behind Rufus' head "-because she's been infected by the crisis. It would be in your best interest to secure your teams that you have in place. People are going to be blaming you for this disaster in short order and someone will be speaking against you now."

Added an icon just for you, creepy mysterious voice mydarknation June 18 2010, 02:18:22 UTC

There had not been anyone else in the room, and Rufus had not expressed any of those thoughts about Elena out loud. Nevertheless, someone had responded.

Rufus' eyes went wide, and for a second he froze solid, unable to turn and look at the source of the voice, or even come up with anything to say. It was so clear, he couldn't have imagined it, could he? But if he hadn't, then how did someone get in the room without him noticing? And how did they know what he was thinking?

A half-second later, he whipped around to look at the intruder, eyes narrowed. Thankfully his face was nowhere near as confused or disquieted as his thoughts.

I feel blessed lsr_summons June 21 2010, 00:00:05 UTC

The voice began to morph, still deep and cultured, but distinctly female. The owner, of the voice, however, was nowhere to be found. In the long forgotten parts of Rufus' mind that voice would be clear as day. "Having a rough time of it?"

There was no source of the voice visible.

mydarknation June 21 2010, 00:16:31 UTC

He turned around, but there was nothing to be seen. How was that possible? Rufus's eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of the intruder, and still finding nothing. The voice spoke again, and he froze for a second.

That wasn't the same voice it had been a moment before, was it? This one struck at some long buried memory, lost somewhere in the early years of his life. He couldn't recall, not for certain, but didn't that voice belong to--no, that was ridiculous. It was attempt to throw him off his guard, or so he assumed, and a rather strange one at that. His eyes narrowed further and he addressed the apparently empty air.

"Who are you?" Though perhaps under the circumstances, what it... he... she was might have been the more appropriate question. Speaking to some incorporeal voice was enough to make him feel just a little insane.

Thread 25