Post by Ebenezer Smith on Sept 25, 2012 11:32:49 GMT -8
The mixture of the old and the new stretched out midst the city. The modern structures of high-rise businesses and the aged Gothic steeples of London were a strangely complimentary union.
A pair of figures stand over the city, they heads slowly pan the scene. Of the pair an aged gentleman moves to the edge and speaks as he seems to lose himself in the distance.
"I remember a time when all of this was a pipe-dream of the Ventrue. In nights of yore we could never dare stand upon a roof for concern that we would be such an obvious sight that anyone in the town would immediately spot us."
He shakes his head. The Younger of the pair continues to watch quietly as the Gentleman continues.
"We asked ourselves what to do? We could simple combat their efforts with the same fashion, perhaps eliminate them directly, but we never wanted this change and neither could we match them or risk our precious Humanity in the later." The Gentleman collect his hand-scarf and dabs his eye gently.
The Younger man's phone hums silently and he quickly moves to silence it.
The Older turns. His face grimly set, he says "I see..."
He moves from the edge of the roof and meets the Younger man's eyes and speaks, "Scene."
Slightly bewildered the Younger asks, "Um, forgive me but I don't quite understand what this is all about. And did I just hear you correctly? Did you just say 'Scene?"
The Older man's serious face abruptly shifts to a bemused smile, "Yes. Yes, I did Castle. This is a lesson in melodrama. You may feel that you are in some vague self-important story. I would encourage you to not take yourself too seriously."
With that the Older began to walk away. Castle watched him leaving, his mouth slightly ajar a mix of shock and embarrassment was on his face.
The Older man stop and looked behind back, "I mean it, no one else is going to take you seriously. So just relax and let the world burn."
Castle regained his composure and smiled, "Why do I get the feeling that this was all just some sort of hazing?"
Their laughter could be heard as they descended down the stair, with a complete lack of flair.
A pair of figures stand over the city, they heads slowly pan the scene. Of the pair an aged gentleman moves to the edge and speaks as he seems to lose himself in the distance.
"I remember a time when all of this was a pipe-dream of the Ventrue. In nights of yore we could never dare stand upon a roof for concern that we would be such an obvious sight that anyone in the town would immediately spot us."
He shakes his head. The Younger of the pair continues to watch quietly as the Gentleman continues.
"We asked ourselves what to do? We could simple combat their efforts with the same fashion, perhaps eliminate them directly, but we never wanted this change and neither could we match them or risk our precious Humanity in the later." The Gentleman collect his hand-scarf and dabs his eye gently.
The Younger man's phone hums silently and he quickly moves to silence it.
The Older turns. His face grimly set, he says "I see..."
He moves from the edge of the roof and meets the Younger man's eyes and speaks, "Scene."
Slightly bewildered the Younger asks, "Um, forgive me but I don't quite understand what this is all about. And did I just hear you correctly? Did you just say 'Scene?"
The Older man's serious face abruptly shifts to a bemused smile, "Yes. Yes, I did Castle. This is a lesson in melodrama. You may feel that you are in some vague self-important story. I would encourage you to not take yourself too seriously."
With that the Older began to walk away. Castle watched him leaving, his mouth slightly ajar a mix of shock and embarrassment was on his face.
The Older man stop and looked behind back, "I mean it, no one else is going to take you seriously. So just relax and let the world burn."
Castle regained his composure and smiled, "Why do I get the feeling that this was all just some sort of hazing?"
Their laughter could be heard as they descended down the stair, with a complete lack of flair.