06-09-2017, 08:29 PM
The door swung open before she could even rap on the door after scaling the steps. The entry opened up to a hallway that was perpendicular to it, on the wall straight across was a painting of a boy and dog playing in a field.
Cautiously, she looked around one corner and saw only rows and rows of doors that broke through the flower print wallpaper and trim. She twisted the other direction and saw the hallway over there stops short and turns off into another room. Taking a gamble, she took the turn off, hoping the simplest solution was the correct one and she didn’t have to spend the time opening every single door in this place.
It lead to another hallway full of doors.
She sighed heavily at the tedious task ahead of her. But before she began to do a scooby sketch trying to find her way, she spotted him. At the far end of the hall, a single door was open, and from the portal, she could see Rovin, sitting in a large red armchair sipping tea. He spotted her and waved at her. Suspicious of this scenario, she proceeded down the hall, careful of her every step. She was in that part of town after all, it’d be foolish to be careless.
Eventually, she made it to the doorway where Rovin showed no sign of impatience with how much time she took. He finished his sip before placing the teacup down and reached for the teapot.
“When you feel ready, feel free to sit down and join me!” He said politely, not even looking away from his task.
Isabelle stood at the doorway, trying to decide whether to run or put her faith in the man. He was the same guy that helped her back in the white void, he still had that charm that made her trust him in the first place, but what kind of person intentionally lives next to a bordello?
Eventually, she decided she just wanted to hear him out. She stepped forward and swiveled in place in front of the seat the other side of the table before plopping down, squishing the cushion of the matching large armchair with her little rump.
“Try some of the tea if you like,” he said as he reached over, grabbing a chocolate chip cookie from the tray in front of him, “or the cookies, it’s all good.”
He shoves the cookie into his mouth and takes a big fearless bite out of it. Proves that the cookies were okay at least, not that she could eat chocolate anyways. She picked up her teacup and inspected it. No pills at the bottom, no mysterious powder coating the glass. Even as she poured herself some tea, even knowing that Rovin had already taken a sip, she couldn’t help inspect the fluid that came out, even sniffing it, trying to pick up anything.
“You don’t have to drink any if you don’t want to.” He said politely.
With that, she just let the cup sit. More just watched it than anything.
Rovin eventually finished his glass and placed it gently on the teacup plate. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat, catching the attention of the dog across from him.
“I have to admit, you impress me.” He began with a smile. “When you took off before I finished, and when I realized where you were headed, I almost had given up hope. Imagine my surprised when you not only survived the steppes, but also popped up in Coruscant. I really had to rush over here. Luckily you weren’t far from one of our locations.”
Isabelle cocked an eyebrow, but he continued.
“I work for the Wayward Foundation. Agent 035, designation: Rovin Wayward. We are a group of secondaries that help other secondaries that have been abandoned by their Primes.”
He stood up and started walking around the room as he explained.
“We help them find a community they’d belong in as well as make sure they settle down and successfully start their lives anew. It’s a dangerous world out there and our kind are often the ones left out defenseless, weak. Considering we are the ones that can die, people like us are the ones that need us the most.”
Isabelle pondered his words. She didn’t realize that she was so invested in this concept, she had completely forgotten her fears and started drinking the tea. Thankfully, she didn’t start to pass out.
“We usually don’t take on primes as clients, but after a higher up scanned you, she decided to make an exception.”
“There was another person with us in the white area?” She asked, her head poking out from behind the half finished tea.
“You never checked the pond for fish I’m guessing.” He said jovially, almost like he was bragging. Issy simply tilted her head in confusion. “Don’t worry about it. Anyways, I’ll be sticking with you for a while, just serving as your guide as you get used to the Omniverse and all it entails. We usually provide protection as well, but I’ve been ordered to only be an observer in your journey.”
“Why?” Isabelle inquired.
He finally sat down and began to pour himself another drink.
“Because they don’t see the value of risking the life of an agent for someone who can’t die.”
He sat back as he enjoyed another cup of tea and left Isabelle to her thoughts. She processed what Rovin had explained to her. She loved the idea of the vulnerable protecting each other. If the city back in her world had more people willing to do that, it may not have been as bad as it was.
However, she couldn’t help be nervous about the idea that out of all the primes in the Omniverse, she was the first one to require said help. Did that mean there were far more powerful primes out there? She didn’t quite like the thought of super powered beings, just eager to exert their dominance over her.
She sighed and gave a little prayer of protection in this trying world. She’s just happy her new friend was at least good company.
Not that she could 100% fully trust him.
She had another cup of tea.
Cautiously, she looked around one corner and saw only rows and rows of doors that broke through the flower print wallpaper and trim. She twisted the other direction and saw the hallway over there stops short and turns off into another room. Taking a gamble, she took the turn off, hoping the simplest solution was the correct one and she didn’t have to spend the time opening every single door in this place.
It lead to another hallway full of doors.
She sighed heavily at the tedious task ahead of her. But before she began to do a scooby sketch trying to find her way, she spotted him. At the far end of the hall, a single door was open, and from the portal, she could see Rovin, sitting in a large red armchair sipping tea. He spotted her and waved at her. Suspicious of this scenario, she proceeded down the hall, careful of her every step. She was in that part of town after all, it’d be foolish to be careless.
Eventually, she made it to the doorway where Rovin showed no sign of impatience with how much time she took. He finished his sip before placing the teacup down and reached for the teapot.
“When you feel ready, feel free to sit down and join me!” He said politely, not even looking away from his task.
Isabelle stood at the doorway, trying to decide whether to run or put her faith in the man. He was the same guy that helped her back in the white void, he still had that charm that made her trust him in the first place, but what kind of person intentionally lives next to a bordello?
Eventually, she decided she just wanted to hear him out. She stepped forward and swiveled in place in front of the seat the other side of the table before plopping down, squishing the cushion of the matching large armchair with her little rump.
“Try some of the tea if you like,” he said as he reached over, grabbing a chocolate chip cookie from the tray in front of him, “or the cookies, it’s all good.”
He shoves the cookie into his mouth and takes a big fearless bite out of it. Proves that the cookies were okay at least, not that she could eat chocolate anyways. She picked up her teacup and inspected it. No pills at the bottom, no mysterious powder coating the glass. Even as she poured herself some tea, even knowing that Rovin had already taken a sip, she couldn’t help inspect the fluid that came out, even sniffing it, trying to pick up anything.
“You don’t have to drink any if you don’t want to.” He said politely.
With that, she just let the cup sit. More just watched it than anything.
Rovin eventually finished his glass and placed it gently on the teacup plate. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat, catching the attention of the dog across from him.
“I have to admit, you impress me.” He began with a smile. “When you took off before I finished, and when I realized where you were headed, I almost had given up hope. Imagine my surprised when you not only survived the steppes, but also popped up in Coruscant. I really had to rush over here. Luckily you weren’t far from one of our locations.”
Isabelle cocked an eyebrow, but he continued.
“I work for the Wayward Foundation. Agent 035, designation: Rovin Wayward. We are a group of secondaries that help other secondaries that have been abandoned by their Primes.”
He stood up and started walking around the room as he explained.
“We help them find a community they’d belong in as well as make sure they settle down and successfully start their lives anew. It’s a dangerous world out there and our kind are often the ones left out defenseless, weak. Considering we are the ones that can die, people like us are the ones that need us the most.”
Isabelle pondered his words. She didn’t realize that she was so invested in this concept, she had completely forgotten her fears and started drinking the tea. Thankfully, she didn’t start to pass out.
“We usually don’t take on primes as clients, but after a higher up scanned you, she decided to make an exception.”
“There was another person with us in the white area?” She asked, her head poking out from behind the half finished tea.
“You never checked the pond for fish I’m guessing.” He said jovially, almost like he was bragging. Issy simply tilted her head in confusion. “Don’t worry about it. Anyways, I’ll be sticking with you for a while, just serving as your guide as you get used to the Omniverse and all it entails. We usually provide protection as well, but I’ve been ordered to only be an observer in your journey.”
“Why?” Isabelle inquired.
He finally sat down and began to pour himself another drink.
“Because they don’t see the value of risking the life of an agent for someone who can’t die.”
He sat back as he enjoyed another cup of tea and left Isabelle to her thoughts. She processed what Rovin had explained to her. She loved the idea of the vulnerable protecting each other. If the city back in her world had more people willing to do that, it may not have been as bad as it was.
However, she couldn’t help be nervous about the idea that out of all the primes in the Omniverse, she was the first one to require said help. Did that mean there were far more powerful primes out there? She didn’t quite like the thought of super powered beings, just eager to exert their dominance over her.
She sighed and gave a little prayer of protection in this trying world. She’s just happy her new friend was at least good company.
Not that she could 100% fully trust him.
She had another cup of tea.
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