Erik (i_haunt) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2013-07-23 22:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | erik, zz:status complete |
Consequences (Narrative)
There were more than a few ways up from Cellar 5 in the Opera House - but the main path, rife with death traps, had all but been destroyed by the large green creature that Erik knew to be the alter ego of the husband of his ex-diva -- the same ex-diva he'd rescued from incarceration with intent to set her on the path she should have been on in the first place. By the time Erik made it up to the main lobby, it was nearly 6:15 p.m., and most of the Opera House were on dinner break before the night shift.
This was, he realized as he surveyed the damage, a mercy. Perhaps none of his people had been harmed in the destruction left by the Hulk. The building itself, he knew, would mend on its own come the morning. But the people could not be mended.
He'd wrapped his bleeding torso with a long bolt of cloth, then put on a new suit. If he moved with some stiffness, surely any observers would chalk that up to his anger -- and there was a great amount of anger, when he looked at the place he'd lovingly designed and built from stone and quarry. The night shift today would have to be cancelled. It was meaningless for his workers to try to prepare for the opening night of the summer season, when the building was near impassable. Erik sent a message to his assistant, then began making calls.