Post by Karl Storm on Sept 8, 2009 19:01:43 GMT -5
The overcast sky weeps gently down upon the world below, the steady fall of drizzle distorts the air like a thin veil and patters softly upon the tarmac of the runway. Zelphyn D'Athaal stands alone outside a hanger from within which the sounds of activity ring loudly. Eventually a fair haired man in a blue jersey scurries out of the building and approaches D'Athaal, standing silently beside him until he is acknowledged with a wave of the hand.
Pretty much ready boss, just waiting on them and then we can ship off whenever.
The ghost of a smile plays around the edges of Zelphyn's mouth and he looks sidelong at the man who fidgets nervously, hopping from one foot to the other and ringing his hands together constantly. D'Athaal allows the discomfort to build up before finally turning to look at the man directly.
Excellent Dan, thisss expedition of oursss isss mossst important and we would be mossst dissspleasssed to have it held up by---human error.
D'Athaal smiles coldly at Dan who just nods his head fiercely before shooting a glance back at the hanger. A moment passes and D'Athaal waves his hand again, dismissing the grateful minion back into the shelter of the hanger. He watches the retreating figure for only the briefest of moments before turning his face back to the sky, his lips twitch into a smile that is almost genuine as he revels in the tears heaven spills down upon him. He licks his lips slowly and closes his eyes, speaking softly to himself.
Weep for me. Weep for all that isss sssoon to be lossst. For when thisss adventure comesss to a clossse there will be nothing but tearsss for all who ssstand in my way.
He is about to break into a fit of laughter when another blue jersey clad man, practically identical to the first, taps him on the shoulder. The newcomer earns a venomous glare for his trouble and he wilts under Zelphyn's gaze before picking up the courage to speak his piece.
They're here, boss. You said you wanted to know when they arrived and-
He holds up a hand and smiles slightly, his previous irritation already discarded with the news.
Excellent. Have them brought to me immediately.
The man nods and scuttles away, leaving D'Athaal once again alone in the drizzle only this time he waits expectantly for the final piece to be in place.
As the minutes pass so his obvious impatience builds and he goes from drumming the fingers of his right hand against the back of his left to pacing back and forth outside the hanger. Eventually voices cause him to cease his pacing and he looks over to the source, three figures approaching him through the rain, one wearing a blue jersey clearly leading the other two who shelter as best they can under a single umbrella. One of the other two is carrying a large bag and his presence makes D'Athaal grin once more.
As the trio come to a halt before him Zelphyn cocks his head to one side and waves a hand airily.
Lovely weather, eh?
Jeremy Borash looks glumly at the umbrella above him and then across at Steve the ever present camera man before fixing his gaze on D'Athaal.
Are we going to start shooting now?
D'Athaal blinks slightly and peers at Borash before grinning broadly and shaking his head, a soft chuckle escaping his lips before he speaks.
Shoot? My dear Jeremy there isss no shooting to be done. Ssssteve isss coming with usss.
What?
He'sss coming with usss, on our little trip.
Wait, then why am I here?
Well mossstly becaussse you were with Sssteve when my people went to pick him up. However that'sss a handy little coincidence, after all now I can explain to you what'sss happening.
That might be nice--I suppose.
We're going to Nepal.
Wait, what? Who?
Usss. Myssself, my minions-uhm I mean bakery ssstaff and Sssteve.
Going to Nepal?
Yesss.
D'Athaal beckons and Steve moves from under the cover of the umbrella and heads for the hanger as he is directed, lugging the bag with him as he goes. Borash watches the dejected figure walk away before the obvious next question pops into his mind.
Why Nepal?
The next ssstep demandsss it, Jeremy.
Oookaaay---what about your match this weekend?
Zelphyn's lips split into a wolfish grin and he waves a hand airily.
Oh I think I have that adequately covered.
He directs his gaze to the blue jersey clad man next to Borash and chuckles again, the mirthless sound setting both mens nerves on edge. Borash looks at the man in the jersey and frowns.
This guy?
Heaven forfend no. The Dan brothersss don't fight, they sssimply handle.
He giggles slightly at his own private joke and even the man in the jersey allows himself a slight smile, Borash merely flicks his confused gaze from one to the other until he finally considers his next question.
How do you have a plane?
Would you believe that the bakery makesss a tidy profit?
Possibly.
Good, then that isss the explanation I shall ussse.
Now I'm afraid I must be away, thessse may not be optimal conditionsss for flight but they are the bessst we shall get for ssseveral daysss, and Nepal awaits!
Seriously, what's in Nepal?
The grin on Zelphyn's lips contorts wider as his eyes narrow and he fixes Borash with an expression that holds no true joy.
Mountainsss, Jeremy. Jussst mountainsss.
Now go home.
End scene.
Pretty much ready boss, just waiting on them and then we can ship off whenever.
The ghost of a smile plays around the edges of Zelphyn's mouth and he looks sidelong at the man who fidgets nervously, hopping from one foot to the other and ringing his hands together constantly. D'Athaal allows the discomfort to build up before finally turning to look at the man directly.
Excellent Dan, thisss expedition of oursss isss mossst important and we would be mossst dissspleasssed to have it held up by---human error.
D'Athaal smiles coldly at Dan who just nods his head fiercely before shooting a glance back at the hanger. A moment passes and D'Athaal waves his hand again, dismissing the grateful minion back into the shelter of the hanger. He watches the retreating figure for only the briefest of moments before turning his face back to the sky, his lips twitch into a smile that is almost genuine as he revels in the tears heaven spills down upon him. He licks his lips slowly and closes his eyes, speaking softly to himself.
Weep for me. Weep for all that isss sssoon to be lossst. For when thisss adventure comesss to a clossse there will be nothing but tearsss for all who ssstand in my way.
He is about to break into a fit of laughter when another blue jersey clad man, practically identical to the first, taps him on the shoulder. The newcomer earns a venomous glare for his trouble and he wilts under Zelphyn's gaze before picking up the courage to speak his piece.
They're here, boss. You said you wanted to know when they arrived and-
He holds up a hand and smiles slightly, his previous irritation already discarded with the news.
Excellent. Have them brought to me immediately.
The man nods and scuttles away, leaving D'Athaal once again alone in the drizzle only this time he waits expectantly for the final piece to be in place.
As the minutes pass so his obvious impatience builds and he goes from drumming the fingers of his right hand against the back of his left to pacing back and forth outside the hanger. Eventually voices cause him to cease his pacing and he looks over to the source, three figures approaching him through the rain, one wearing a blue jersey clearly leading the other two who shelter as best they can under a single umbrella. One of the other two is carrying a large bag and his presence makes D'Athaal grin once more.
As the trio come to a halt before him Zelphyn cocks his head to one side and waves a hand airily.
Lovely weather, eh?
Jeremy Borash looks glumly at the umbrella above him and then across at Steve the ever present camera man before fixing his gaze on D'Athaal.
Are we going to start shooting now?
D'Athaal blinks slightly and peers at Borash before grinning broadly and shaking his head, a soft chuckle escaping his lips before he speaks.
Shoot? My dear Jeremy there isss no shooting to be done. Ssssteve isss coming with usss.
What?
He'sss coming with usss, on our little trip.
Wait, then why am I here?
Well mossstly becaussse you were with Sssteve when my people went to pick him up. However that'sss a handy little coincidence, after all now I can explain to you what'sss happening.
That might be nice--I suppose.
We're going to Nepal.
Wait, what? Who?
Usss. Myssself, my minions-uhm I mean bakery ssstaff and Sssteve.
Going to Nepal?
Yesss.
D'Athaal beckons and Steve moves from under the cover of the umbrella and heads for the hanger as he is directed, lugging the bag with him as he goes. Borash watches the dejected figure walk away before the obvious next question pops into his mind.
Why Nepal?
The next ssstep demandsss it, Jeremy.
Oookaaay---what about your match this weekend?
Zelphyn's lips split into a wolfish grin and he waves a hand airily.
Oh I think I have that adequately covered.
He directs his gaze to the blue jersey clad man next to Borash and chuckles again, the mirthless sound setting both mens nerves on edge. Borash looks at the man in the jersey and frowns.
This guy?
Heaven forfend no. The Dan brothersss don't fight, they sssimply handle.
He giggles slightly at his own private joke and even the man in the jersey allows himself a slight smile, Borash merely flicks his confused gaze from one to the other until he finally considers his next question.
How do you have a plane?
Would you believe that the bakery makesss a tidy profit?
Possibly.
Good, then that isss the explanation I shall ussse.
Now I'm afraid I must be away, thessse may not be optimal conditionsss for flight but they are the bessst we shall get for ssseveral daysss, and Nepal awaits!
Seriously, what's in Nepal?
The grin on Zelphyn's lips contorts wider as his eyes narrow and he fixes Borash with an expression that holds no true joy.
Mountainsss, Jeremy. Jussst mountainsss.
Now go home.
End scene.