Post by Varuun Carro on Jan 15, 2009 23:10:09 GMT 1
Varuun Carro is not the happiest of Anzats at the moment. In fact, he's pissed. It's been some quiet days, no souping, Drashk is grumpy, That Keith guy seems to be everywhere.
So here he is. Marching down one of the darker corridors in the Headquarters, heading down to the lower levels. The levels you usually don't come back up from. Not unless you're Drashk or Varuun.
But, hey, he -is- Varuun. And he's mad. Fortunately, he has someone to take his rage out on. He enters a turbo elevator, and takes it down another few levels, then exits it. The hallway is comepletely desserted here, and the lights don't seem to work properly. But then again, it -is- an old castle...
Varuun turns around a corner, and heads down a staircase, only to find himself in another corridor. He sighs deeply. Drashk sure knows how to hide their captives...
Finally, Varuun can open the door. An old door, with a panel that only barely answers Varuun's commands. The room he enters is even darker than the corridor he just left. With a snap of his fingers, a light bulb is turned on. However, it doesn't bathe the entire room in light, only offers enough that Varuun is able to see where he is putting his feet.
Oh, and it enables him to actually make out the figure of the prisoner, who is still in the shadows. He's held in chains in this room. The former laboratory.
"So, my friend..." Varuun approaches the dark figure in the middle of the room.
"I'm in a terrible mood today. I thought about souping some of the newcomer's but Drashk doesn't approve of it. You remember Drashk, yes?"
A whimper is the only response to his question.
"Why am I here, then?" Varuun laughs. A short, cold, malicious laugh.
"Why? I can feel the question. I can almost...taste it!" Varuun takes a few, fast steps towards the poor prisoner, who tries to back away from the furious anzat.
"I am here, because I am hungry. By the Force, I'm starving...and you...you have answers, I need to know...things, I need to tell Drashk..."
He graps the prisoner by the throat, lifting him high in the chains. His tentacles dance eagerly towards the prisoners nostrils.
"Am...I...making myself....clear?"
((this will be continued later
))
So here he is. Marching down one of the darker corridors in the Headquarters, heading down to the lower levels. The levels you usually don't come back up from. Not unless you're Drashk or Varuun.
But, hey, he -is- Varuun. And he's mad. Fortunately, he has someone to take his rage out on. He enters a turbo elevator, and takes it down another few levels, then exits it. The hallway is comepletely desserted here, and the lights don't seem to work properly. But then again, it -is- an old castle...
Varuun turns around a corner, and heads down a staircase, only to find himself in another corridor. He sighs deeply. Drashk sure knows how to hide their captives...
Finally, Varuun can open the door. An old door, with a panel that only barely answers Varuun's commands. The room he enters is even darker than the corridor he just left. With a snap of his fingers, a light bulb is turned on. However, it doesn't bathe the entire room in light, only offers enough that Varuun is able to see where he is putting his feet.
Oh, and it enables him to actually make out the figure of the prisoner, who is still in the shadows. He's held in chains in this room. The former laboratory.
"So, my friend..." Varuun approaches the dark figure in the middle of the room.
"I'm in a terrible mood today. I thought about souping some of the newcomer's but Drashk doesn't approve of it. You remember Drashk, yes?"
A whimper is the only response to his question.
"Why am I here, then?" Varuun laughs. A short, cold, malicious laugh.
"Why? I can feel the question. I can almost...taste it!" Varuun takes a few, fast steps towards the poor prisoner, who tries to back away from the furious anzat.
"I am here, because I am hungry. By the Force, I'm starving...and you...you have answers, I need to know...things, I need to tell Drashk..."
He graps the prisoner by the throat, lifting him high in the chains. His tentacles dance eagerly towards the prisoners nostrils.
"Am...I...making myself....clear?"
((this will be continued later
))