Post by Ryan - Loki on Nov 15, 2007 14:26:05 GMT
“What is the current status of project Ciris?” one of the nine figures questioned, his voice echoing outward and breaking the silence of the room.
The shadows in the room on this day seemed thicker and more dense than usual, causing the room to be poorly lit despite the sun beating down from the singular window at the top of the funnelled ceiling, more intense than usual as a small circle of light beamed down into the centre of the room. The circle room was, as depicted by the number of seats, nine unknown beings. It’s minimal lighting and cold features gave the room an unusually omnipotent, yet extremely eerie feeling. The air was cold yet fresh, almost as if it was taken from the breezy fields of Metapha and piped directly into the room, or perhaps it was simply the cold hearts of those few who sat within the room causing the temperature to fleet and fall by their mere presence alone.
“You know how it’s going. It’s going just how we knew it would, just how we had foreseen it going.” a second voice replied softly.
“…Fucking idiot…” another voice interrupted with, the orange ember at the tip of a cigarette lighting up the area around his mouth, illuminating a wiry smirk covered in stubble. This comment was seemingly ignored.
“Don’t you have faith in our abilities? Don’t you have faith in your own eyes?”
“Or is it something else that you do not have faith in, or even perhaps a group of people you have no faith in.”
“What are you insinuating?!” he snapped, standing in a mixture of protest and anger.
“That you’re a backstabbing fucktard, without a single backbone in your entire cesspool of a body!” the mysterious smoker retorted quickly, standing with his fist clenched.
“Only one backbone in body, hahaha!”
At that point the smoker and the one who first spoken began to either argue amongst themselves, or in the case of one laugh hysterically at what he/it had said, the remaining six cloaked figures remained silent within their seats. The sound of jumbled arguments and laughter continued on for another twenty to thirty seconds before… “That’s enough!” finally one of the two who had yet to speak screamed out, standing from his seat of comfort. Instantly all fell quiet, all sat back down.
“Wow, that was pathetic.” another spoke, a female voice.
“We brought you here to be a part of something bigger than anything ever conceived, not to argue amongst yourselves! So shut up before you piss someone off who you don’t want to…got it?” All remained still and silent, all except the suddenly thick of the cigarette which flew across the room and bounced off of the supposed ‘fucktard’ , but it seemed the point had got across to all of them.
“…can you feel that?” one curiously asked. He gained a reply quickly.
“That’s not possible! It’s too soon. It’s not meant to happen yet!”
“It seems that they’ve already brought him back from the dead…the clogs have already began to turn.”
“Hmmm…it seems that we’ve overlooked something, some action that’s changed the future…we have to move ahead quicker than I thought. Demos.” Slowly another figure stepped out from the shadows surrounding one of the many pillars within the room. However, this figure wasn’t cloaked like the nine others in the room, he wasn’t one of them.
“That’s general Demos to you.” he said gruffly.
“General Demos,” the figure corrected himself. “It seems you chance to prove yourself useful has finally come around. The tattered remains of your army either still reside within the Zolan Lands seeking hiding or have fled the planet…it’s time to awaken them . ”
“How do you know about them ?!”
“We know everything, duh.” the female spoke once again.
“Now go general Demos, unleash your fury.”
General Demos turned and slowly made his way from the room, the huge double wooden doors slamming like a clap of thunder as they closed. The room once again fell quiet, all except the sound of a single person sniggering. “They must be informed that the plans have changed.” one sternly stated.
“You got it.” another quickly replied, being the only person who had yet to speak within the group. He reached within his cloak and pulled free a mobile phone. “The plans have changed…” there was a pause, the person on the other end of the phone obviously speaking. “No, we’re skipping that. Unplug them all and put them back, just as planned.” and with that he cancelled the phone call and put his phone back. “It is done.”
“Will this effect our plans in the long run?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t think it should.”
“We need to be sure. I think a little trip is in order…”
Continued Here...
The shadows in the room on this day seemed thicker and more dense than usual, causing the room to be poorly lit despite the sun beating down from the singular window at the top of the funnelled ceiling, more intense than usual as a small circle of light beamed down into the centre of the room. The circle room was, as depicted by the number of seats, nine unknown beings. It’s minimal lighting and cold features gave the room an unusually omnipotent, yet extremely eerie feeling. The air was cold yet fresh, almost as if it was taken from the breezy fields of Metapha and piped directly into the room, or perhaps it was simply the cold hearts of those few who sat within the room causing the temperature to fleet and fall by their mere presence alone.
“You know how it’s going. It’s going just how we knew it would, just how we had foreseen it going.” a second voice replied softly.
“…Fucking idiot…” another voice interrupted with, the orange ember at the tip of a cigarette lighting up the area around his mouth, illuminating a wiry smirk covered in stubble. This comment was seemingly ignored.
“Don’t you have faith in our abilities? Don’t you have faith in your own eyes?”
“Or is it something else that you do not have faith in, or even perhaps a group of people you have no faith in.”
“What are you insinuating?!” he snapped, standing in a mixture of protest and anger.
“That you’re a backstabbing fucktard, without a single backbone in your entire cesspool of a body!” the mysterious smoker retorted quickly, standing with his fist clenched.
“Only one backbone in body, hahaha!”
At that point the smoker and the one who first spoken began to either argue amongst themselves, or in the case of one laugh hysterically at what he/it had said, the remaining six cloaked figures remained silent within their seats. The sound of jumbled arguments and laughter continued on for another twenty to thirty seconds before… “That’s enough!” finally one of the two who had yet to speak screamed out, standing from his seat of comfort. Instantly all fell quiet, all sat back down.
“Wow, that was pathetic.” another spoke, a female voice.
“We brought you here to be a part of something bigger than anything ever conceived, not to argue amongst yourselves! So shut up before you piss someone off who you don’t want to…got it?” All remained still and silent, all except the suddenly thick of the cigarette which flew across the room and bounced off of the supposed ‘fucktard’ , but it seemed the point had got across to all of them.
“…can you feel that?” one curiously asked. He gained a reply quickly.
“That’s not possible! It’s too soon. It’s not meant to happen yet!”
“It seems that they’ve already brought him back from the dead…the clogs have already began to turn.”
“Hmmm…it seems that we’ve overlooked something, some action that’s changed the future…we have to move ahead quicker than I thought. Demos.” Slowly another figure stepped out from the shadows surrounding one of the many pillars within the room. However, this figure wasn’t cloaked like the nine others in the room, he wasn’t one of them.
“That’s general Demos to you.” he said gruffly.
“General Demos,” the figure corrected himself. “It seems you chance to prove yourself useful has finally come around. The tattered remains of your army either still reside within the Zolan Lands seeking hiding or have fled the planet…it’s time to awaken them . ”
“How do you know about them ?!”
“We know everything, duh.” the female spoke once again.
“Now go general Demos, unleash your fury.”
General Demos turned and slowly made his way from the room, the huge double wooden doors slamming like a clap of thunder as they closed. The room once again fell quiet, all except the sound of a single person sniggering. “They must be informed that the plans have changed.” one sternly stated.
“You got it.” another quickly replied, being the only person who had yet to speak within the group. He reached within his cloak and pulled free a mobile phone. “The plans have changed…” there was a pause, the person on the other end of the phone obviously speaking. “No, we’re skipping that. Unplug them all and put them back, just as planned.” and with that he cancelled the phone call and put his phone back. “It is done.”
“Will this effect our plans in the long run?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t think it should.”
“We need to be sure. I think a little trip is in order…”
Continued Here...
