Post by Sleet on Nov 30, 2016 6:02:41 GMT -5
Panic, mass confusion, and fear. Everyone was running around trying to get prepared for something, and it was clear that there was some manner of urgency in the proceedings. From high above the masses, in a tower overlooking the rest of the capital city, a lone Acrosian watched with disgust at everything going on down below. He knew exactly what was happening, and he didn't want anything to do with it. Unfortunately, that was not an option for him. He flicked his tail in frustration as he heard the footsteps behind him.
"Lord Sleet, preparations for the arrival of your fa-" the Acrosian turned quickly and glared at the newcomer, causing his words to be cut short. The messenger was another Acrosian, slightly taller than Sleet, and his pale skin contrasted with the dark green dome of his head. Although he was an Acrosian, he was still in direct service to Lord Glacier, and in turn, Sleet. Well, at least for now. With Lord Glacier's return to the capital, Sleet would end up having little to no control once again. Truth be told, if Sleet weren't the son of the Neo Planetary Trade Organization's leader, he probably would be treated much poorly around this place.
"I am aware of how the preparations are coming. I can see them for myself," Sleet spoke, his tone cold and containing just a hint of contempt. "Didn't I tell you that I was not to be disturbed?" he asked, walking slowly toward the other Acrosian. He knew that his father was making his return. The problem was exactly that. His father was not exactly the person he wanted around right now. While he had a slight amount of sway and power over the people of Gokkano at the present, it was only because of his father's absence, and the fact that he liked to intimidate the people. No, his father would not let him get away with half of what he did these days. Only a few years back, Lord Glacier had ordered Rambutan to attack Sleet after finding out that the young Acrosian was trying to give orders that he wasn't authorized to give.
"My apologies, Lord Sleet, I just thought you would be greeting your father when he arrives later today," the messenger had been making it a point for the past week to bring this up. Sleet wanted nothing to do with his father's arrival. He was almost certain that Lord Glacier wouldn't even notice if Sleet was absent from the landing pad. It's not like the two were particularly close.
"Yes, I will be there. I've told you this already. I will come down when I've decided I'm ready, and not a moment sooner. Besides, my father will have more important things to attend to than making sure that I'm there to greet him. Now, get out of my sight, and don't disturb me again!" Sleet snapped, his anger starting to come through with each word. He normally tried to remain calm, but today was difficult for him to remain that way.
The messenger, who's name Sleet could not remember, turned and left the room, leaving Sleet to himself once more. Turning to watch once more, Sleet saw all the people who were trying to make the return of the NPTO leader as smooth as possible. There were only a few hours left before the scheduled arrival of Lord Glacier, and Sleet assumed that Rambutan would be close behind. "Well, father, how will today's return be, I wonder? Will you have your thugs jump me again? I wouldn't be surprised if you did," Sleet muttered to himself. Staring up into the sky, Sleet watched for the first signs of his father's arrival. It would be a few hours still, but Sleet just watched the sky, letting his anger and hatred consume him.
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"Lord Sleet, preparations for the arrival of your fa-" the Acrosian turned quickly and glared at the newcomer, causing his words to be cut short. The messenger was another Acrosian, slightly taller than Sleet, and his pale skin contrasted with the dark green dome of his head. Although he was an Acrosian, he was still in direct service to Lord Glacier, and in turn, Sleet. Well, at least for now. With Lord Glacier's return to the capital, Sleet would end up having little to no control once again. Truth be told, if Sleet weren't the son of the Neo Planetary Trade Organization's leader, he probably would be treated much poorly around this place.
"I am aware of how the preparations are coming. I can see them for myself," Sleet spoke, his tone cold and containing just a hint of contempt. "Didn't I tell you that I was not to be disturbed?" he asked, walking slowly toward the other Acrosian. He knew that his father was making his return. The problem was exactly that. His father was not exactly the person he wanted around right now. While he had a slight amount of sway and power over the people of Gokkano at the present, it was only because of his father's absence, and the fact that he liked to intimidate the people. No, his father would not let him get away with half of what he did these days. Only a few years back, Lord Glacier had ordered Rambutan to attack Sleet after finding out that the young Acrosian was trying to give orders that he wasn't authorized to give.
"My apologies, Lord Sleet, I just thought you would be greeting your father when he arrives later today," the messenger had been making it a point for the past week to bring this up. Sleet wanted nothing to do with his father's arrival. He was almost certain that Lord Glacier wouldn't even notice if Sleet was absent from the landing pad. It's not like the two were particularly close.
"Yes, I will be there. I've told you this already. I will come down when I've decided I'm ready, and not a moment sooner. Besides, my father will have more important things to attend to than making sure that I'm there to greet him. Now, get out of my sight, and don't disturb me again!" Sleet snapped, his anger starting to come through with each word. He normally tried to remain calm, but today was difficult for him to remain that way.
The messenger, who's name Sleet could not remember, turned and left the room, leaving Sleet to himself once more. Turning to watch once more, Sleet saw all the people who were trying to make the return of the NPTO leader as smooth as possible. There were only a few hours left before the scheduled arrival of Lord Glacier, and Sleet assumed that Rambutan would be close behind. "Well, father, how will today's return be, I wonder? Will you have your thugs jump me again? I wouldn't be surprised if you did," Sleet muttered to himself. Staring up into the sky, Sleet watched for the first signs of his father's arrival. It would be a few hours still, but Sleet just watched the sky, letting his anger and hatred consume him.
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