Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 20:24:55 GMT
It was late at night when he found himself standing on a street corner of 21st century earth, a busy city all around him, Las Vegas by the looks of it. Groups of People on their merry way on a night of fun a frolic moved to avoid him as he appeared out of thin air, giving him odd looks at his clothing and features, but ultimately ignoring him as though he were just an odd street performer, some even stopped to applaud him at his "trick" before continuing on their way, joking about his wardrobe: a trench coat and top hat, his zeit staff in hand. Shaw had considered “enlightening” them but decided against it, he had a job to do. As he scanned the area he spied a large clean block of a building lined with neon and lights but no identifiable signs that he could see, the only visible entrance was a large steel door guarded by a single bouncer dressed in a fine suit, sun glasses, and short, clean cut hair. He appeared to be taking the job way too seriously as there was no line waiting to enter the building and people walked past as though nothing was there, yet he watched it like a guard dog, just waiting for someone to try something. The windows flashed with a plethora of lights and the outlines of people dancing within, he could hear the music from where he stood, 80's rock. He was definitely at the right place; all Shaw had to do now was find a way past the bouncer without attracting unwanted attention.
The timecaster watched from a distance for a few moments, giving the occasional comment of thanks to the passersby that paused to look and comment at him, before looking first at the building, and then, finally at his attire. Which, even in the city of sin, as the humans that knew its name. Still managed to stand out, deciding quickly that a less, odd form of dress might be called for. it had been some time sense he had bothered dressing for a social gathering, The last events purpose actually managing to evade him, but, none the less, It wouldn't be too difficult to manage. The Fact that he now held a human form had already come in handy on more than one occasion. And, he thought, looking again at the city skyline looming around him, "Magic Tricks" Were always appreciated here... He mused to himself before shifting his clothes. His trench coat shortening, the design shifting until it became a stylish dress coat with an appropriately cut semi long tail, the fabric altering itself to a subtly faded silver grey pattern of gears and clock faces against a dark black background. buttoned at the middle chest, showing a newly forming charcoal waistcoat and patterned dark sanguine undershirt tucked neatly into dark black dress pants over black Italian dress shoes, crafted by the Medici's leather worker no less, it's soles... "Such an odd term for his line of work. He thought to himself for a moment." worked for dancing.
He gave a slight bow at the small group of people that clapped at the change of clothes, his staff seeming to disappear, forming itself into a Rolex wound around his wrist. Honestly, more amused at their amusement, then the small round of clapping they gave him... Humans, Were such an easily awed race. Even by the standard of the Temporians. Although, he wasn’t one to take chances, already manipulating their reachable timelines to influence them to forget before they managed to reach the next block... their attention grabbed by other things.
Shaw watched him building for a moment, deep in apparent thought. Before walking across the Street towards the Steel door that marked its entrance, something, that he couldn’t help but think only served to make the place more, conspicuous. This spoke a great deal if there was no line to enter the place... He would have to tread wisely here.... He knew, as he approached the door, and the bouncer, Reaching out subtly, and combing through the man’s time streams to see what he could pull out... Before speaking to him directly. "Well..." He said, somewhat casually. "Don’t we have a nice place here..." He said, speaking to the bouncer. "Tell me young sir... What, is this place addressed as?"
The bouncer examined Shaw through his sunglasses and a slight smirk broke his stern expression. "If you have to ask, then you don’t belong here." He replied with a chuckle. "Try the place down the street." he pointed to a building in the distance flashing in bright neon green and red, the sign above it read “The Forbidden Fruit”. "Seems like more of your style."
Shaw only smirked slightly at this. Enjoying, as he often did, the first reaction of the bouncer proving that the man at least had a sense of humor. Tilting his head slightly and chuckling at the jab. "A Man with a sense of humor, I like that... Compared to what I’ve had to deal with the last few months even old overused wives jab like that is refreshing... “.He said, looking at the bouncer.” Alright, if you don’t like formalities and introductions' I’ll cut to the chase... I represent some, influential individuals... and I’m seeing someone here on their behalf. Well, at least one of their behalf...” He said, smirking back at the bouncer.
The bouncer let a growl slip under his voice as he replied, almost inhuman. "Fine. What’s the password?" he asked, irritated. Shaw could hear a quick mechanical *whir* from a dark corner behind the bouncer, just in the entryway before the door. It was a camera which had just set its focus on him.
Shaw only grinned and leaned forward, looking up at the camera briefly. on the other end, there would have likely been some sort of frustration, as the recorded images from the cameras systems, would have only shown Badly degraded spaces where the timecaster had been, as if the space in the data directly around him, had aged to the point where it was worn out. "Alright, I'll play for a bit..." He said to the bouncer, looking at him and returning with a grin that was a little bit wider than it should have been possible for a human mouth.
The timecaster chuckled as he recalled the password, drawn from the timelines directly round the door, where it had been uttered countless times in hushed whispers. No easy task, considering who controlled the building, but it could be found. "Party God, man..." He said, looking up at the front of the building. Perfect for a place like this..."
The bouncer paused for a moment before clenching his fist and slammed it three times on the door, the sound of the metal sounds through the air with each slam of his fist. "You may enter." He finally said. The door had opened, releasing the unfiltered lights and sounds from the interior.
For a brief moment, the timecaster stood, taking in the multicolored party lights and the music that issued from the door. Before nodding. "Oh yes... This is the place all right." He said, half to himself before stepping past the bouncer and entering the building. Pausing for a moment too toss the Bouncer a 19 century 20 dollar piece. Making sure to toss it so that he would catch it reflexively. "For doing your job..." He said. Before the door began to close behind him, and he moved on into the club.
The interior was a single massive room covered in lights, sound systems, and televisions, full of people of all kinds, all ages, dressed in a wide array of clothing and styles. Booths lined the walls for the guests to relax, drink, and chat to their heart's content, although how they could do the later peacefully in this place was unknown, but those few who were not dancing to the loud music seemed to be deep in joyful conversation despite the noise. On the far end of the room was a birdcage elevator seemingly made of gold which shined in the lights. The guests seemed to move, opening a clear path to the elevator seemingly just for Shaw, although they continued their dancing and celebrations as though they never moved.
Shaw paused at the entrance for a bit, taking in the atmosphere of the place, before looking towards the crowd and the odd way they parted in front of him almost subconsciously. Still caught up in partying and dancing amongst themselves. Despite the oddity of their movements, he still had to admit to himself. When they weren’t preaching about rights and wrongs of wars and morality. The human species could still admittedly have a good time amongst themselves. Tossing the idea of clubs that surely must have existed in the other empires as he began to cross the move. Taking a moment to reflect on the music itself... Contemplating already what type of magic was behind it. Even as he reached the gold cage elevator, its surfaces gleaming in the flashing strobe lights.
Yes, he had an idea of what kind of character he would have to deal with.
As soon as he entered the elevator its gate closed and it began to rise. In mere moments he was already on the desired floor. The gate opened, revealing the room much more clearly than through its bars. This room was significantly different from the first one, it was a long hallway with floors and walls seemingly made of brilliant blue and turquoise opal which seemed to shine and move in the lights of the many "rooms" which opened up along the path. Each "room" was more of an opening in space, a window in time, each one containing a different celebration from seemingly different times. One room was a bustling saloon, another was a disco, and many more interesting rooms, each one filled with people who celebrated just as happily as those on the floor below him. On the far end of the hall was a large V.I.P. booth lined with curtains which concealed whoever was inside. A lone figure stood to meet Shaw, waiting just outside the booth dressed in a thick overcoat made of various animal skins, each one Shaw could identify was obviously rare, exotic, and dangerous. The stranger’s face was hidden by what looked to be a lion skin cowl.
Shaw paused as he walked along the hall. Impressed by the rooms as he glanced into each one. Of course, while he had visited many of their Eras in his travels, he had to admit, bringing so many of them together in one place the way they were was a feat not many could do, even among the members of his race, one master timecasters could do such a thing safely.... A thought which brought back some, unsavory memories on his part. Before moving on and walking down the hall, stopping and giving a quick Gesture of greeting to the cowled figure, noting that. Based on the odd way the cowl itself seemed to be looking at him. That the person was almost without a doubt a drake. As if the magic that could be felt flowing all around them was any indication.
"Hello." He said to the figure, giving it a nod. “I am Shaw Haust, Temporian god of ruin... Is this where i can find the draconian, Mammon."
"Yes" the cowled figure replied, although said or did nothing more, as though he were waiting for something.
Shaw eyed the figure for a moment, as if gauging its posture and its intent. "May I request his audience?"
"Only if the boss wishes it" he replied.
“Well?" The timecaster asked. "Does he wish it?"
"Brutus" a voice called from behind the curtain, the cowled figure turned his head immediately in response. "He does." Brutus said to Shaw, moving to the side while opening the curtain with an unseen hand for Shaw to enter.
The timecaster paused for a moment, getting a look at the figure, Brutus. As the voice had called him, taking a quick glance at his timeline, before moving past him and into the space behind the curtain.
Brutus followed Shaw inside, standing close behind him. The inside of the booth was much larger than the outside, complete with a small stage, a bar, and an entire wall of televisions. In the center of the room was a horse shoe shaped couch, its only occupant was a white royal sound drake with long, white hair dressed in a large coat lined in white fur and feathers with turquoise highlights, both on the drake and the coat. He had a long tail which ended in 4 white bushy tufts of fur which swayed lazily in the air like fans. Golden piercings and rings covered his thin body like ornaments. "Welcome, Shaw Haust, to my temple!" the drake joyfully exclaimed, raising his hands to release a shower of sparks and a small fireworks like display.
-to be continued.
The timecaster watched from a distance for a few moments, giving the occasional comment of thanks to the passersby that paused to look and comment at him, before looking first at the building, and then, finally at his attire. Which, even in the city of sin, as the humans that knew its name. Still managed to stand out, deciding quickly that a less, odd form of dress might be called for. it had been some time sense he had bothered dressing for a social gathering, The last events purpose actually managing to evade him, but, none the less, It wouldn't be too difficult to manage. The Fact that he now held a human form had already come in handy on more than one occasion. And, he thought, looking again at the city skyline looming around him, "Magic Tricks" Were always appreciated here... He mused to himself before shifting his clothes. His trench coat shortening, the design shifting until it became a stylish dress coat with an appropriately cut semi long tail, the fabric altering itself to a subtly faded silver grey pattern of gears and clock faces against a dark black background. buttoned at the middle chest, showing a newly forming charcoal waistcoat and patterned dark sanguine undershirt tucked neatly into dark black dress pants over black Italian dress shoes, crafted by the Medici's leather worker no less, it's soles... "Such an odd term for his line of work. He thought to himself for a moment." worked for dancing.
He gave a slight bow at the small group of people that clapped at the change of clothes, his staff seeming to disappear, forming itself into a Rolex wound around his wrist. Honestly, more amused at their amusement, then the small round of clapping they gave him... Humans, Were such an easily awed race. Even by the standard of the Temporians. Although, he wasn’t one to take chances, already manipulating their reachable timelines to influence them to forget before they managed to reach the next block... their attention grabbed by other things.
Shaw watched him building for a moment, deep in apparent thought. Before walking across the Street towards the Steel door that marked its entrance, something, that he couldn’t help but think only served to make the place more, conspicuous. This spoke a great deal if there was no line to enter the place... He would have to tread wisely here.... He knew, as he approached the door, and the bouncer, Reaching out subtly, and combing through the man’s time streams to see what he could pull out... Before speaking to him directly. "Well..." He said, somewhat casually. "Don’t we have a nice place here..." He said, speaking to the bouncer. "Tell me young sir... What, is this place addressed as?"
The bouncer examined Shaw through his sunglasses and a slight smirk broke his stern expression. "If you have to ask, then you don’t belong here." He replied with a chuckle. "Try the place down the street." he pointed to a building in the distance flashing in bright neon green and red, the sign above it read “The Forbidden Fruit”. "Seems like more of your style."
Shaw only smirked slightly at this. Enjoying, as he often did, the first reaction of the bouncer proving that the man at least had a sense of humor. Tilting his head slightly and chuckling at the jab. "A Man with a sense of humor, I like that... Compared to what I’ve had to deal with the last few months even old overused wives jab like that is refreshing... “.He said, looking at the bouncer.” Alright, if you don’t like formalities and introductions' I’ll cut to the chase... I represent some, influential individuals... and I’m seeing someone here on their behalf. Well, at least one of their behalf...” He said, smirking back at the bouncer.
The bouncer let a growl slip under his voice as he replied, almost inhuman. "Fine. What’s the password?" he asked, irritated. Shaw could hear a quick mechanical *whir* from a dark corner behind the bouncer, just in the entryway before the door. It was a camera which had just set its focus on him.
Shaw only grinned and leaned forward, looking up at the camera briefly. on the other end, there would have likely been some sort of frustration, as the recorded images from the cameras systems, would have only shown Badly degraded spaces where the timecaster had been, as if the space in the data directly around him, had aged to the point where it was worn out. "Alright, I'll play for a bit..." He said to the bouncer, looking at him and returning with a grin that was a little bit wider than it should have been possible for a human mouth.
The timecaster chuckled as he recalled the password, drawn from the timelines directly round the door, where it had been uttered countless times in hushed whispers. No easy task, considering who controlled the building, but it could be found. "Party God, man..." He said, looking up at the front of the building. Perfect for a place like this..."
The bouncer paused for a moment before clenching his fist and slammed it three times on the door, the sound of the metal sounds through the air with each slam of his fist. "You may enter." He finally said. The door had opened, releasing the unfiltered lights and sounds from the interior.
For a brief moment, the timecaster stood, taking in the multicolored party lights and the music that issued from the door. Before nodding. "Oh yes... This is the place all right." He said, half to himself before stepping past the bouncer and entering the building. Pausing for a moment too toss the Bouncer a 19 century 20 dollar piece. Making sure to toss it so that he would catch it reflexively. "For doing your job..." He said. Before the door began to close behind him, and he moved on into the club.
The interior was a single massive room covered in lights, sound systems, and televisions, full of people of all kinds, all ages, dressed in a wide array of clothing and styles. Booths lined the walls for the guests to relax, drink, and chat to their heart's content, although how they could do the later peacefully in this place was unknown, but those few who were not dancing to the loud music seemed to be deep in joyful conversation despite the noise. On the far end of the room was a birdcage elevator seemingly made of gold which shined in the lights. The guests seemed to move, opening a clear path to the elevator seemingly just for Shaw, although they continued their dancing and celebrations as though they never moved.
Shaw paused at the entrance for a bit, taking in the atmosphere of the place, before looking towards the crowd and the odd way they parted in front of him almost subconsciously. Still caught up in partying and dancing amongst themselves. Despite the oddity of their movements, he still had to admit to himself. When they weren’t preaching about rights and wrongs of wars and morality. The human species could still admittedly have a good time amongst themselves. Tossing the idea of clubs that surely must have existed in the other empires as he began to cross the move. Taking a moment to reflect on the music itself... Contemplating already what type of magic was behind it. Even as he reached the gold cage elevator, its surfaces gleaming in the flashing strobe lights.
Yes, he had an idea of what kind of character he would have to deal with.
As soon as he entered the elevator its gate closed and it began to rise. In mere moments he was already on the desired floor. The gate opened, revealing the room much more clearly than through its bars. This room was significantly different from the first one, it was a long hallway with floors and walls seemingly made of brilliant blue and turquoise opal which seemed to shine and move in the lights of the many "rooms" which opened up along the path. Each "room" was more of an opening in space, a window in time, each one containing a different celebration from seemingly different times. One room was a bustling saloon, another was a disco, and many more interesting rooms, each one filled with people who celebrated just as happily as those on the floor below him. On the far end of the hall was a large V.I.P. booth lined with curtains which concealed whoever was inside. A lone figure stood to meet Shaw, waiting just outside the booth dressed in a thick overcoat made of various animal skins, each one Shaw could identify was obviously rare, exotic, and dangerous. The stranger’s face was hidden by what looked to be a lion skin cowl.
Shaw paused as he walked along the hall. Impressed by the rooms as he glanced into each one. Of course, while he had visited many of their Eras in his travels, he had to admit, bringing so many of them together in one place the way they were was a feat not many could do, even among the members of his race, one master timecasters could do such a thing safely.... A thought which brought back some, unsavory memories on his part. Before moving on and walking down the hall, stopping and giving a quick Gesture of greeting to the cowled figure, noting that. Based on the odd way the cowl itself seemed to be looking at him. That the person was almost without a doubt a drake. As if the magic that could be felt flowing all around them was any indication.
"Hello." He said to the figure, giving it a nod. “I am Shaw Haust, Temporian god of ruin... Is this where i can find the draconian, Mammon."
"Yes" the cowled figure replied, although said or did nothing more, as though he were waiting for something.
Shaw eyed the figure for a moment, as if gauging its posture and its intent. "May I request his audience?"
"Only if the boss wishes it" he replied.
“Well?" The timecaster asked. "Does he wish it?"
"Brutus" a voice called from behind the curtain, the cowled figure turned his head immediately in response. "He does." Brutus said to Shaw, moving to the side while opening the curtain with an unseen hand for Shaw to enter.
The timecaster paused for a moment, getting a look at the figure, Brutus. As the voice had called him, taking a quick glance at his timeline, before moving past him and into the space behind the curtain.
Brutus followed Shaw inside, standing close behind him. The inside of the booth was much larger than the outside, complete with a small stage, a bar, and an entire wall of televisions. In the center of the room was a horse shoe shaped couch, its only occupant was a white royal sound drake with long, white hair dressed in a large coat lined in white fur and feathers with turquoise highlights, both on the drake and the coat. He had a long tail which ended in 4 white bushy tufts of fur which swayed lazily in the air like fans. Golden piercings and rings covered his thin body like ornaments. "Welcome, Shaw Haust, to my temple!" the drake joyfully exclaimed, raising his hands to release a shower of sparks and a small fireworks like display.
-to be continued.