Post by Roc Wrong on Sept 24, 2014 12:22:19 GMT -5
(Day 2, Noon)
In the course of one's lifetime a person will on occasion find themselves out of their element. Thrown into an unfamiliar situation, they will be faced with strange and alien fears they have utterly no idea how to cope with. Thrust into such situations one can either swim to rise above it, or sink into complete helplessness. Descending like a stone, Roc's features were remarkably identical to those of a statue. In this den of chaos beyond time he could only watch on as his servant was lead away behind the curtain. Strange piping was accompanied by chittering noises filling the air as beasts fought each other for their prizes. Claimed through speed and unequalled savagery. Such was the law of the lair known as a woman's department store on a special sales day.
To explain how it came to this, he had spent a few good hours prior to explain and manage the fallout to the police who had come in response to the destruction. Having finally managed to extricate himself from the mess, the duo had made their way back into the city proper. Having decided to explore it in search of good sniping points and battlegrounds, Roc had assented to do so after making her more presentable. Not long after stepping into the nearest clothing store, they had been overwhelmed by the atmosphere. The servant not accustomed to modern clothing and the master not at all familiar with shopping for a woman, the duo had stood helplessly until a sales clerk fell upon them.
Then began the long wait.
It was a different sort of pressure to stand in a place where he clearly did not belong. In the past he had gone before courts and gave public speeches, which is how he had managed to keep his calm. Yet he was acutely aware of the numerous looks and giggles targeted at him as he stood still. Time in this eldritch place flowed much more slowly than normal to be certain. While being certain that he had stood waiting for tens of minutes, his wristwatch declared it had only been a handful since they entered. Maddening. Alternating between the wall clock and the changing rooms his eyes wandered with his ears filled with an unholy cacophony. Roc could not imagine what sort of beings would willingly subject themselves to such horrific torture. All he could do now would be to hope his Archer would return soon so they would be free of this place. It was a mistake to even think of coming here.
In the course of one's lifetime a person will on occasion find themselves out of their element. Thrown into an unfamiliar situation, they will be faced with strange and alien fears they have utterly no idea how to cope with. Thrust into such situations one can either swim to rise above it, or sink into complete helplessness. Descending like a stone, Roc's features were remarkably identical to those of a statue. In this den of chaos beyond time he could only watch on as his servant was lead away behind the curtain. Strange piping was accompanied by chittering noises filling the air as beasts fought each other for their prizes. Claimed through speed and unequalled savagery. Such was the law of the lair known as a woman's department store on a special sales day.
To explain how it came to this, he had spent a few good hours prior to explain and manage the fallout to the police who had come in response to the destruction. Having finally managed to extricate himself from the mess, the duo had made their way back into the city proper. Having decided to explore it in search of good sniping points and battlegrounds, Roc had assented to do so after making her more presentable. Not long after stepping into the nearest clothing store, they had been overwhelmed by the atmosphere. The servant not accustomed to modern clothing and the master not at all familiar with shopping for a woman, the duo had stood helplessly until a sales clerk fell upon them.
Then began the long wait.
It was a different sort of pressure to stand in a place where he clearly did not belong. In the past he had gone before courts and gave public speeches, which is how he had managed to keep his calm. Yet he was acutely aware of the numerous looks and giggles targeted at him as he stood still. Time in this eldritch place flowed much more slowly than normal to be certain. While being certain that he had stood waiting for tens of minutes, his wristwatch declared it had only been a handful since they entered. Maddening. Alternating between the wall clock and the changing rooms his eyes wandered with his ears filled with an unholy cacophony. Roc could not imagine what sort of beings would willingly subject themselves to such horrific torture. All he could do now would be to hope his Archer would return soon so they would be free of this place. It was a mistake to even think of coming here.