Post by Rufus Shinra on Feb 24, 2020 2:27:27 GMT -5
|Sorry? Why, I've never had this much fun.|
Rufus had always been the sort to take his travels across these world's in stride. It was new and still unnerving, but if he was going to expand his influence and Planer's power he had to take full advantage of the prime real estate. He had arrived in Twilight Town and learned of this Old Mansion located deep on the edges of the city's limits. It had once belonged to a doctor, or a scientist, there was not one story for the origins of its construction. But its most recent rumors, straight from the mouths of locals, was a curious take of intrigue that, well, was disturbing in its own right. Perhaps it was because it reminded Rufus of the stories he heard of Hojo's atrocities in Nibel Manor. The stories professed that the defunct mansion belonged to an aging gillionaire and his daughter. The home had been decorated with trophies and figurines of foreign world's and adventures, but what stood out to many was that the old scientist had never been seen leaving or entering the abode. No one knew when the mansion had emptied. They had said the spirits still haunt the grounds. His daughter can still be seen peering out from the window on the top floor, lamenting the loneliness...
The man would snort. "Nonsense." Rufus had found himself sitting on a bench awaiting the estate agent to whom would attempt to sell the land to him. "They spoke the same madness of the Nibel Manor." Dark Nation was curled at his feet, the massive black-furred beast keeping at Bay the curious.
The aura of confidence he gave off was exemplified by his ostentatious clothing of white and black, contrasting against blonde hair and pale skin. The man lived an easy life and he sat there, like a king on holiday: his presence on the world a show of grandeur. He sat with legs crossed, loose slacks ruffling in his movements. He tapped on his phone, pestering the Turks who, he had hoped, set off on the mission he lay before them. He wanted this world explored and if there were any that could threaten his expansion . . . Well he wanted them handled.
"As if such a thing would occur. Nothing but memories of the Lifestream." Though even that seemed a touch mad. The Lifestream did not reach this far, so what dreams haunted those halls, he wondered.
This world had quite a lovely sunset. It reminded him of Costa del Sol. Those were hard memories to shake, but if he was to judge this world he needed to explore it on his own. Moving to stand the ferocious hound pushed to its claws. The shifting tentacle protruding from the back of its skull would pulse at the tip, the vampiric limb as much a weapon as its fangs. Parting its jaws Dark Nation panted, Rufus reaching down to path their head.
"Shall we discover the secrets of this world?" Power was what Rufus sought. His heart was full of pride and ego full of dreams, though he did not shy away from the Gil in his pocket. "If they won't speak willingly we shall see how they do being convinced."
But with the arrival of a heart as foreign as Rufus' so did the Heartless gather. In the Old Mansion a shadow stride the halls in search of that memory it could not reach. It was reminiscent of a young woman, a cackle like a banshee as it flew from the top window and into the shadows.
590 ● Lauriam● A Venture into the Sunset
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