Imhotep (keeperofthedead) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-24 14:06:00 |
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Current mood: | angry |
Who: Imhotep and Open
What: Arrival
Where: Los Angeles Museum of Natural History
When: Evening
Rating: TBA
Status: In-progress
He had been preparing to bring back the soul of Anck-sun-namun from the Underworld, since he had her reincarnated body Meela with him now. Twice he had lost her, once to the Pharaoh's Medjai and then again to the annoying mortal friends of the one called Evelyn. He refused to lose her again, now that they were so close to having everything they ever wanted. Each other and power, the Army of Anubis was within their grasp now that they had the map. It was only a matter of time before he got everything that he deserved.
Suddenly he felt an imbalance, there was voices summon him again. The High Priest searched his surroundings trying to locate the source of the voices. Slowly he turned toward Meela, but she was beginning to fade from his sight. No! Not again!, he bellowed. Attempting to reach out and grab her but her form shifted through his arms. Was he to lose again? No, he could not let this happened! His vision blurred and the ruins shifted before his eyes, the chanting growing louder all the while.
The chanting hit a fevered pitch as Imhotep let out a frustrated bellow, while grabbing his head. The moment his eyes opened he found himself standing in what looked like a tomb. Though much more confined. Meela was gone and so was his chance at raising Anck-su-namun's spirit. Whoever or whatever had interfered would pay dearly. Slowly he stood as a man dressed in peculiar grab walked through a doorway and froze.
"Hey! How did you get in here?!" He shouted, pulling out his gun.
Imhotep smiled, he recognized that sort of weapon from the ones who had reunited with Meela. Bullets could not harm that which was immortal. Purposefully he strode toward the Guard, in a panic the guard fired his weapon. The bullets hit Imhotep, he stopped peeved with the Guard's lack of respect. Angrily Imhotep reached out and snapped the man's neck.
I'm beyond mortal rules. He stated in his mother tongue. Once again he surveyed the area. This structure was similar to the place Lock-nah, Meela and the Curator had called him too earlier. No matter, he would find the ones responsible for bringing him here and then they would pay. Once more with purpose, Imhotep set out toward the doorway the dead man had come through. He needed out and he needed answers or he would make all suffer.