11-28-2015, 03:19 PM
Drake sighed as the group passed beneath the granite maw of the koopa king that stretched into the ember flecked darkness above. The entire aesthetic of the place screamed evil, and based on what Drake knew about Bowser, he certainly did try to portray this sort of persona. That being said, the smuggler wasn't exactly sure just how Nealaphh expected someone like him to convince a tyrannical turtle monster to fight another tyrannical monster.
The paintings were charming enough, but Drake could feel their eyes burning into the back of his neck as he shuffled past. The color scheme of the place was also of note for its sheer lack of variety. Everything was dull, grey, hewn stone, with singed red carpets lining the centers of the hallways. Wrought iron sconces held flickering torches, and as usual, the occasional superfluous lava pit could be seen bubbling in the middle of hallways that they passed by.
When the group finally arrived in the receiving room, Drake casually pulled a cigarette out of his bag and ignited it as he delicately held it between pursed lips. Suddenly he hard a sharp hiss from his left. One of the red shelled koopas pointed to a large, carved sign that hung high overhead.
'NO SMOKING'
Ah yes. No smoking in the castle in the volcano. Drake heavily considered stamping the cherry of the cigarette out on their precious red carpet, but it would be ill advised for a diplomatic mission. Regarding that, Drake needed to have a word with Miranda.
The secondary approached her as she stood with what was most likely a scowl on her face, staring aimlessly back down the hallway they had traveled. Again, there was something different about her. It was subtle, but Drake had a good feel for these kinds of things. There was a slight brightness in her that she hadn't had last night, which was odd, considering she'd been up building a stupid pickup truck. Shaking his head slightly, Drake cleared his voice and spoke in a hushed tone.
"Ehem. So, anyway, like I've been saying, I've got business to talk about with Bowser for my own uh...faction." he said, his gravelly voice carrying the wind of fatigue in its intonation.
"Mm." Miranda said, still looking straight ahead.
"So...I know going after these bandits is your thing, and I'm totally on board for that. I'm just gonna need to negotiate a little with the King after we get the terms and all that settled."
"Mmhm." Miranda uttered, her eyebrows flattening out into a nonplussed stare. Wow, she was really occupied with something. Drake just let out a sharp sigh from between his puckered lips and turned around to wait to be called into the chamber.
The paintings were charming enough, but Drake could feel their eyes burning into the back of his neck as he shuffled past. The color scheme of the place was also of note for its sheer lack of variety. Everything was dull, grey, hewn stone, with singed red carpets lining the centers of the hallways. Wrought iron sconces held flickering torches, and as usual, the occasional superfluous lava pit could be seen bubbling in the middle of hallways that they passed by.
When the group finally arrived in the receiving room, Drake casually pulled a cigarette out of his bag and ignited it as he delicately held it between pursed lips. Suddenly he hard a sharp hiss from his left. One of the red shelled koopas pointed to a large, carved sign that hung high overhead.
'NO SMOKING'
Ah yes. No smoking in the castle in the volcano. Drake heavily considered stamping the cherry of the cigarette out on their precious red carpet, but it would be ill advised for a diplomatic mission. Regarding that, Drake needed to have a word with Miranda.
The secondary approached her as she stood with what was most likely a scowl on her face, staring aimlessly back down the hallway they had traveled. Again, there was something different about her. It was subtle, but Drake had a good feel for these kinds of things. There was a slight brightness in her that she hadn't had last night, which was odd, considering she'd been up building a stupid pickup truck. Shaking his head slightly, Drake cleared his voice and spoke in a hushed tone.
"Ehem. So, anyway, like I've been saying, I've got business to talk about with Bowser for my own uh...faction." he said, his gravelly voice carrying the wind of fatigue in its intonation.
"Mm." Miranda said, still looking straight ahead.
"So...I know going after these bandits is your thing, and I'm totally on board for that. I'm just gonna need to negotiate a little with the King after we get the terms and all that settled."
"Mmhm." Miranda uttered, her eyebrows flattening out into a nonplussed stare. Wow, she was really occupied with something. Drake just let out a sharp sigh from between his puckered lips and turned around to wait to be called into the chamber.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued