Ryu Doppler
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Re: Best Way to Die (Glenn)
It was no use. No matter how many times Glenn rolled his eyes over the stones of the tower, mechanical imperfections were no where to be found. He couldn't gauge just how long the tower had been standing out in the wilderness, but had it been around for a long time it certainly had aged very well. There was no way to tell just by looking at it if it had been built my manpower or mechanical power of any kind, though he had the distinct impression that it was very unlikely seeing how they were in the middle of a forest. Would a bunch of workers and craftsmen really move tons marble and machines out here to build a tower? And if so, where would they have even come from?
He was thinking far too normally he knew. Magic was certainly at work here, different magic than that which he knew of, and it would be incredulous to believe the structure normally built with all that he had experienced first hand of the magic used. 'I'll believe a tower is normal and made normally when I see masons chipping away at it.' Glenn observed the long thin windows, noting their use as a glass compass. The beach was to the south, and to the north was snow and mountains. But where he was at now caught his attention more, from the stained depiction of a ravenous haired woman, arms full of feathers, staring ahead with red stained eyes.
The movement of a feather, silently coming into view distracted Glenn, and as he followed back to see just where it came from he felt as if his very vision was moving without his control. His muscles stiffened, and subconsciously the man felt the urge to pull away, to stop his gaze from being controlled, but to no avail. When his eyes finally settled, he found himself staring at the most intimidating pair of red eyes he could ever recall. It was a bird woman, just like the window, but in that moment all he could feel was that intimidation of that stare of hers. The stare of something so intelligent and so potentially... deadly.
Glenn shuttered subconsciously at the feeling of oppression, locked into place before the woman finally dropped from the tree. He let out a breath as he finally could move and blink. The difference in their minds... it was like being a child and staring into the eyes of a teacher again! He never though he'd ever experience that kind of feeling twice in his life. He said nothing as she walked past, and when the entrance door clicked and squealed open, he was greeted to the sight of another stained glass window, and a various number of statues. 'Gravestones? From the way these statues are assembled they were made to honor the dead. That's... one hell of a entrance chamber to have. I guess you can never forget your ancestors if they are the first people you see when you come here.'
The man stood idly, not moving just as the crow didn't where herself stood, and Glenn traced his eyes over the eye on the floor itself before looking back at the woman. A feeling in his gut still raged on that this was a terrible idea, but if he was to learn more about everything he had to do it didn't he? Letting out a big breath, he gave an airy laugh barely able himself to here and shook his head, before he forced his legs to move forward into the Tower. And perhaps, not to his surprise, the moment he was a couple of feet past the door, the squeal of something large closing behind him followed his footsteps, ending shortly after his own had stopped.
"The owner of this tower I presume?" Glenn commented a little more hesitantly than he would have originally like. "I was told I should speak with you. Uh... by a sea bishop. She said that you could answer my questions?"
It was no use. No matter how many times Glenn rolled his eyes over the stones of the tower, mechanical imperfections were no where to be found. He couldn't gauge just how long the tower had been standing out in the wilderness, but had it been around for a long time it certainly had aged very well. There was no way to tell just by looking at it if it had been built my manpower or mechanical power of any kind, though he had the distinct impression that it was very unlikely seeing how they were in the middle of a forest. Would a bunch of workers and craftsmen really move tons marble and machines out here to build a tower? And if so, where would they have even come from?
He was thinking far too normally he knew. Magic was certainly at work here, different magic than that which he knew of, and it would be incredulous to believe the structure normally built with all that he had experienced first hand of the magic used. 'I'll believe a tower is normal and made normally when I see masons chipping away at it.' Glenn observed the long thin windows, noting their use as a glass compass. The beach was to the south, and to the north was snow and mountains. But where he was at now caught his attention more, from the stained depiction of a ravenous haired woman, arms full of feathers, staring ahead with red stained eyes.
The movement of a feather, silently coming into view distracted Glenn, and as he followed back to see just where it came from he felt as if his very vision was moving without his control. His muscles stiffened, and subconsciously the man felt the urge to pull away, to stop his gaze from being controlled, but to no avail. When his eyes finally settled, he found himself staring at the most intimidating pair of red eyes he could ever recall. It was a bird woman, just like the window, but in that moment all he could feel was that intimidation of that stare of hers. The stare of something so intelligent and so potentially... deadly.
Glenn shuttered subconsciously at the feeling of oppression, locked into place before the woman finally dropped from the tree. He let out a breath as he finally could move and blink. The difference in their minds... it was like being a child and staring into the eyes of a teacher again! He never though he'd ever experience that kind of feeling twice in his life. He said nothing as she walked past, and when the entrance door clicked and squealed open, he was greeted to the sight of another stained glass window, and a various number of statues. 'Gravestones? From the way these statues are assembled they were made to honor the dead. That's... one hell of a entrance chamber to have. I guess you can never forget your ancestors if they are the first people you see when you come here.'
The man stood idly, not moving just as the crow didn't where herself stood, and Glenn traced his eyes over the eye on the floor itself before looking back at the woman. A feeling in his gut still raged on that this was a terrible idea, but if he was to learn more about everything he had to do it didn't he? Letting out a big breath, he gave an airy laugh barely able himself to here and shook his head, before he forced his legs to move forward into the Tower. And perhaps, not to his surprise, the moment he was a couple of feet past the door, the squeal of something large closing behind him followed his footsteps, ending shortly after his own had stopped.
"The owner of this tower I presume?" Glenn commented a little more hesitantly than he would have originally like. "I was told I should speak with you. Uh... by a sea bishop. She said that you could answer my questions?"