This Illusion
12-08-10, 01:00 PM
Closed to Alembic
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As he strolled through the hallways of the Citadel, following an Ai'brone monk, Faus considered to himself just how brilliant a decision he had made in coming down to the arena for a fight. Here, he would be able to craft for himself another story of his valor and excellence in battle. If he actually won, all the better. All he would have to do would be to play his opponent up and make his victory that much more impressive. And if he lost...well, so long as he was far enough away, there would be no one to refute his claims of victory.
The monk that was leading him stopped before a door, though in his reverie, Faus nearly passed by him, stopping only when he heard the monk clear his throat to draw Faus' attention back to reality. With a cheeky grin, the man turned back around and stepped toward the door.
"Here is your room, Mr. Maigizo," the monk said, opening the door for him. Before entering the room, Faus turned toward his guide and gave an exaggerated bow.
"Much appreciation, my good sir!" he exclaimed in a loud, energetic voice, "May you find great success in...ah, whatever it is you monks do!" The monk stifled a sigh and nodded at Faus before leaving back down the corridor with a quick step, as if trying to put as much distance between himself and odd man as swiftly as he could. Faus watched his retreat with curiosity, then shrugged and took a step into the chamber.
As he looked around it, he raised his hands and began to clap wildly. Here indeed was the arena that he had wanted when he had made his requests. The wooden floor of the platform beneath his feet, the lights that shone brightly down upon it, the wondrous red velvet curtains that adorned the sides, tied back with golden rope; here was the theater stage he dreamed to stand upon! And out to his side, the rows and rows of seats, shrouded in darkness, where the audience would be sitting. If there had been an audience. The empty seats would allow the combatants to fight off the stage, at least, though, as it was, the balcony seats were inaccessible. After setting his bag down by the door through which he had entered, Faus took a few more steps toward the center of the stage and, much to his delight, a spotlight instantly shone down on him while the other lights in the theater dimmed. He grinned brightly as he squinted, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the sudden change in illumination.
Faus turned his attention completely to the chairs and, with a flourish, pushed his cloak off of his shoulder, allowing its tattered self to settle down on his back, relying entirely on the clasp around his neck to stay up.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!" he announced to some invisible crowd that he imagined would be there, applauding energetically but with the restrain such highbrow patrons surely had.
"Tonight!" he continued, though in truth it was still only the afternoon, "We — or rather, I — have come to present to you the most exciting show that your eyes shall ever feast upon! Tonight, here, before you eyes, your gallant hero shall face off against a deadly foe wielding nothing but this rapier!" He could hear the gasps of his false audience as he slid the blade from its sheath and showed it to them. Faus swung the rapier around a little, listening to it swish as it cut through the air.
Turning toward the opposite end of the stage from the one that he had entered, Faus took a few steps back before pointing the tip of his rapier toward the other side. As if on cue, another spotlight shone down there, waiting for someone to enter it.
"Now, enter stage left, my opponent!"
Permission to bunny characters granted by both parties
As he strolled through the hallways of the Citadel, following an Ai'brone monk, Faus considered to himself just how brilliant a decision he had made in coming down to the arena for a fight. Here, he would be able to craft for himself another story of his valor and excellence in battle. If he actually won, all the better. All he would have to do would be to play his opponent up and make his victory that much more impressive. And if he lost...well, so long as he was far enough away, there would be no one to refute his claims of victory.
The monk that was leading him stopped before a door, though in his reverie, Faus nearly passed by him, stopping only when he heard the monk clear his throat to draw Faus' attention back to reality. With a cheeky grin, the man turned back around and stepped toward the door.
"Here is your room, Mr. Maigizo," the monk said, opening the door for him. Before entering the room, Faus turned toward his guide and gave an exaggerated bow.
"Much appreciation, my good sir!" he exclaimed in a loud, energetic voice, "May you find great success in...ah, whatever it is you monks do!" The monk stifled a sigh and nodded at Faus before leaving back down the corridor with a quick step, as if trying to put as much distance between himself and odd man as swiftly as he could. Faus watched his retreat with curiosity, then shrugged and took a step into the chamber.
As he looked around it, he raised his hands and began to clap wildly. Here indeed was the arena that he had wanted when he had made his requests. The wooden floor of the platform beneath his feet, the lights that shone brightly down upon it, the wondrous red velvet curtains that adorned the sides, tied back with golden rope; here was the theater stage he dreamed to stand upon! And out to his side, the rows and rows of seats, shrouded in darkness, where the audience would be sitting. If there had been an audience. The empty seats would allow the combatants to fight off the stage, at least, though, as it was, the balcony seats were inaccessible. After setting his bag down by the door through which he had entered, Faus took a few more steps toward the center of the stage and, much to his delight, a spotlight instantly shone down on him while the other lights in the theater dimmed. He grinned brightly as he squinted, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the sudden change in illumination.
Faus turned his attention completely to the chairs and, with a flourish, pushed his cloak off of his shoulder, allowing its tattered self to settle down on his back, relying entirely on the clasp around his neck to stay up.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!" he announced to some invisible crowd that he imagined would be there, applauding energetically but with the restrain such highbrow patrons surely had.
"Tonight!" he continued, though in truth it was still only the afternoon, "We — or rather, I — have come to present to you the most exciting show that your eyes shall ever feast upon! Tonight, here, before you eyes, your gallant hero shall face off against a deadly foe wielding nothing but this rapier!" He could hear the gasps of his false audience as he slid the blade from its sheath and showed it to them. Faus swung the rapier around a little, listening to it swish as it cut through the air.
Turning toward the opposite end of the stage from the one that he had entered, Faus took a few steps back before pointing the tip of his rapier toward the other side. As if on cue, another spotlight shone down there, waiting for someone to enter it.
"Now, enter stage left, my opponent!"