Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2018 20:55:03 GMT -5
There was something so captivating, so calming, about watching a drowning man.
Not in water- it was far too messy and noisy to truly appreciate what was going on. But breaching a man's mind and implanting the fake reality that he was strapped into his chair in a room that was slowly filling with water and with no option of escape? It reached a point so deep in him like no sweet symphony ever could. The tragic, macabre beauty of it was a sight unbeknown to many... and it had been interrupted for him tonight. The rising crescendo he had been waiting for had been snatched away with the sudden burning of his arm, and he'd had to abandon his plans for the night. He had left the man down there, wondering when the water would begin to rise once more, and had shut the door on him and the empty basement.
It was clear it wouldn't be Wentzell. After being unceremoniously ousted on the first day of the year, he had heard little to nothing of the man. And as the obvious outcome was that someone more able had taken over, he was inclined to believe that Rodolphus had finally heeded what many of them had been trying to say to him for the past year. He didn't hope. Hope was a thing for a weak, helpless man who put his fate in the hands of the unknown because he couldn't find the resources to deal with it for himself. It just made sense. There wasn't really anyone else he could see taking the mantel at a point like this... Andromeda's rise had been less than surprising- he'd had more surprises in his morning eggs- and by magnitude of support and ability, her newly wed husband just seemed to fit as well as a knife between the third and fourth rib. Like a glove.
Raymond liked Churches. He preferred Cathedrals for their architecture, but Churches weren't ill suited. He had arrived late, but not dramatically so, and slid into place against one of the closest walls to the congregation and linked his hands casually behind his back. He didn't see @juliusavery about, which was almost odd. There were very few other points of note so his pale eyes flicked back to the main position of interest in the room and waited. Listening to the conversations around him as a faint hum of activity. An almost smile tugged at his lip at seeing that it was indeed Rod at the helm, and beside him was his... brother. A mark of solidarity that ought to be commended. He hadn't seen his own brother at any of these meetings in decades... but then... he had always slipped out of pushing for the mark like a ribbon from hair...
When the short but precise speech ended, he let his gaze travel for a moment. More had been proposed in five minutes than Ares had proposed in the last five months of his reign. Another note to be taken, perhaps.
Not in water- it was far too messy and noisy to truly appreciate what was going on. But breaching a man's mind and implanting the fake reality that he was strapped into his chair in a room that was slowly filling with water and with no option of escape? It reached a point so deep in him like no sweet symphony ever could. The tragic, macabre beauty of it was a sight unbeknown to many... and it had been interrupted for him tonight. The rising crescendo he had been waiting for had been snatched away with the sudden burning of his arm, and he'd had to abandon his plans for the night. He had left the man down there, wondering when the water would begin to rise once more, and had shut the door on him and the empty basement.
It was clear it wouldn't be Wentzell. After being unceremoniously ousted on the first day of the year, he had heard little to nothing of the man. And as the obvious outcome was that someone more able had taken over, he was inclined to believe that Rodolphus had finally heeded what many of them had been trying to say to him for the past year. He didn't hope. Hope was a thing for a weak, helpless man who put his fate in the hands of the unknown because he couldn't find the resources to deal with it for himself. It just made sense. There wasn't really anyone else he could see taking the mantel at a point like this... Andromeda's rise had been less than surprising- he'd had more surprises in his morning eggs- and by magnitude of support and ability, her newly wed husband just seemed to fit as well as a knife between the third and fourth rib. Like a glove.
Raymond liked Churches. He preferred Cathedrals for their architecture, but Churches weren't ill suited. He had arrived late, but not dramatically so, and slid into place against one of the closest walls to the congregation and linked his hands casually behind his back. He didn't see @juliusavery about, which was almost odd. There were very few other points of note so his pale eyes flicked back to the main position of interest in the room and waited. Listening to the conversations around him as a faint hum of activity. An almost smile tugged at his lip at seeing that it was indeed Rod at the helm, and beside him was his... brother. A mark of solidarity that ought to be commended. He hadn't seen his own brother at any of these meetings in decades... but then... he had always slipped out of pushing for the mark like a ribbon from hair...
When the short but precise speech ended, he let his gaze travel for a moment. More had been proposed in five minutes than Ares had proposed in the last five months of his reign. Another note to be taken, perhaps.
