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The science fiction rollplay for members of Flight of Fancy. |
Chrysth's face was blank, "Indeed." Was all he said, looking her up and down before reaching out and straightening a wrinkle in her white robes. "Come." He said, his own robes pristine and perfect, his white hair brushed and laying exactly right, while his hands were hidden in the sleeves of his robes, Japanese-style, as he walked away, "We don't want to be late." He glanced over his shoulder at the hesitant Zalla as she ran to catch up to his much longer strides. "N... No, I don't suppose we do." She murmured, clearly scared of what he could, and would, do when the meeting was over. His thoughts buzzed with wonder, what would he do to her to make her regret being late and, by default, for making him come and fetch her, he was late as well. He could make her bleed, like he did last time, but he would have to do it while she was out of her white robes, because if he didn't, he'd have to go through the trouble of trying to get her new ones. His gold eyes darted to her, but, then again, he could assign her meaningless tasks, yes, many meaningless tasks, instead of the inter-planetary things she liked, he would make her do... public relations. His eyes narrowed in cruel pleasure, she hated public relations and dealing with politicians and the promotion of new Summoners, his lips quirked and he knew Zalla saw it, she knew she was going to get it this time. They entered the meeting hall, side-by-side and looked around for their third counterpart, but... Chrysth's eyes narrowed and his mouth fell into a semi-distinct frown, "Where is she?" He asked coldly, his eyes searching for the third member of their group, her nowhere to be seen. The Protector shrugged, "As if I know what you three get up to." Chrysth's face twisted in anger, now he was pissed, all that trouble... Zalla was nervous, he could practically smell it on the girl, and she was fiddling with the ends of her robes, "Chrysth, maybe we could go find her, or we could wait..." His face fell impassive again and his fists relaxed in his sleeves, "No, we will search for her, she will be necessary in the Slicer ceremonies." Zalla winced, the Slicer ceremonies, the worst of the pile to attend, she had been through many of them herself, due to her penchant for being late, Chrysth rarely put himself through them, as he was the longest standing Blesser in awhile, not since his predecessor. In short, ouch. Even the Protector winced at his icy tone, "Yes... yes, she will." |