Emillion NPCs (emillionnpcs) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-09-06 01:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !narrative, !npc: karras duhl |
But the pretty things are going to hell....
Who: Karras Duhl. (Narrative)
What: Secrets of the FG.
Where: Bahamut hall.
When: Really late 9/5/14.
Rating: G? - Some language.
Status: Complete.
Karras' husband was less than thrilled with the late hours he'd needed to keep as of late. Really, he wasn't too happy with them either as tucking their kids in was one of the few consistent joys he'd found for his life in Emillion anymore. Everything had started going to the wolves, and with Vivian having lost her mind and turned on not only the city, but her own guild as well, it put everyone else in that much more danger. Then with the disappearance of... Karras frowned. This was all more complicated than he'd hoped for. The Riskbreaker had known all of this would be a possibility when he agreed to take on the role after the fire five years before but... Well... Emillion had been around for a thousand years, who would reasonably think that everything would go to hell now? Admittedly, Duhl had clung to the delusion that his reign over the guild would go uninterrupted, just as many before him had... Or, at least, smoothly enough. He hadn't expected Espers to invade the city and try carrying off crystal shards at all. He'd need to speak with Reinholdt now. A meeting was needed with how things had gone down. Regardless, a cheerful demeanor had been maintained the whole day, smiles shared all around, encouraging words for anyone he interacted with, and he maintained a presence that said everything's awesome, how couldn't it be just fine? the whole while through. No one needed to know that his outward demeanor was nothing more than a professional facade. A cheerful goodnight was given to the councilors as they left for the day if he saw them go. Liu always tried to be upbeat, but something about the man was off recently regardless of how hard he tried to hide it which was deeply troubling (had he fallen pray to Espers too?), Cassul simply seemed as though she'd been spending too much time burning the midnight oil but she never spoke of it or let it crack her professional demeanor - neither one was doing that well from what he could put together. Really, the two left - they were the only ones that had stuck through all this hell - seemed worn, ragged, but fighting with all they could. It was unfortunate that sometimes the city didn't give either of them the respect they really deserved. Karras really wasn't sure what he'd do, or how well the guild would have held together if it weren't for the two of them at this point, they'd both done excellent in what were really thankless jobs. Because of this, it was even more challenging - to some degree - that he had to keep all of this secret from them. With lights appropriately scattered around his office, Duhl had stayed late to 'wrap up loose ends' (as he'd informed Cassul with a smile when she'd checked in before leaving for the eve) and a glance at the pocket watch he'd been given (a gift from his husband for their 7th anniversary) told him it was slightly past midnight. Absently shoving a stack of papers off to one side of his desk with the back of his hand, it then came up to scrub over the grizzled hair on his face. Sighing, the Riskbreaker rose from his seat and extracted himself from his office. A slow, meandering walk down halls so tall they seemed like they may not be far off of touching heaven stretched out above his head, and the walk down to the largest, main meeting room of the hall felt like an eterninity in of itself. Logically, he knew it wasn't, understood that his tired, frustrated mind was simply playing tricks on him, but... The door was pushed open to the room, and a large painting of the former Riskbreaker hung over the fireplace on the other end of the room. Behind where the head chair of the rectangular meeting table stood. Eyes rolled over this, Karras' fingers absently dragging over the back of each chair as he made his way towards the painting, grabbing the last chair and dragging it over to be deposited directly in front of the fireplace and painting. Climbing up to stand on the chair, and come face to face with the man in the painting, the current Riskbreaker couldn't help but feel a touch of sorrow, and despair settle in the pit of his stomach right then. "Sorry old friend. The worst has come." Reaching out, the picture frame was pushed, shifting on the hanger which it rested until a small safe was revealed and Karras went through the motions, clicking off each number with a turn of the dial until the safe popped open revealing a handful of forms, a few particularly powerful accessories, and one small box. Frowning, fingers closed around the small box pulling it from the safe and shoving it into one of his pockets before closing the safe, and restoring the picture to being straight, climbing down from the chair, and then depositing it back at the head of the table. "Wish we weren't here. Wish it wasn't coming to this. Wish you wouldn't be watching it from up there." Duhl couldn't help but murmur as he took a glance back at the painting, sorrow still tugging at his heart before he stepped through room's doorway and let the door swing closed behind him while he made his way back down the hall once more. Things were a mess. They needed to figure out how to stop the Espers once and for all. Fingers were shoved into the pocket with the box (shard) and curled around it. He really needed to talk to Reinholdt. |