The Immovable Object [Event]
Sept 24, 2012 15:10:07 GMT -7
Post by Hoarfrost Imp on Sept 24, 2012 15:10:07 GMT -7
Inside the belly of Tsuchi no Kuni sits Nakamora Nara. The investigations specialist sighs deeply as he ruffles through the endless pictures and reports of a large done in various stages of completion. The last picture shows something peeking out, something huge, and menacing before the dome has encased it completely.
Grounding out a cigar, Nakamora stands and paces the small building that sits next to the all too frequently visited pub near the middle of Soseki. He had dispatched two of his men to sit near the entrance and direct anyone with questions about the dome, or a meeting about anything remotely related, to the building.
The sun was high and bore down without mercy, shining through the window as he stared off over the mountains. The dome wasnt far off, and if they didnt hurry darkness would soon loom over the city. This was the time to stop whatever was going on, less the terror and death spread to the next country and so on till nothing was left. Nothing like this had ever happened in Nakamora's experience, and just the thought of a man rising from the grave to reclaim a lost empire shook him to the core.
The smoke hung lazily in the air as Nakamora sat with a loud groan and pulled out a bottle of Bourbon. Hell it was never too late for a drink in situations like this, maybe if no one showed up he at least would have a decent drink before the end of the village descended and nothing was left of them. The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the eerily room and with another groan Nakamora popped open the bottle and took a deep swig and leaned back to stare at the ceiling.
"No one gives a damn about this place anymore...." He said to himself before taking another long pull off the bottle.
Grounding out a cigar, Nakamora stands and paces the small building that sits next to the all too frequently visited pub near the middle of Soseki. He had dispatched two of his men to sit near the entrance and direct anyone with questions about the dome, or a meeting about anything remotely related, to the building.
The sun was high and bore down without mercy, shining through the window as he stared off over the mountains. The dome wasnt far off, and if they didnt hurry darkness would soon loom over the city. This was the time to stop whatever was going on, less the terror and death spread to the next country and so on till nothing was left. Nothing like this had ever happened in Nakamora's experience, and just the thought of a man rising from the grave to reclaim a lost empire shook him to the core.
The smoke hung lazily in the air as Nakamora sat with a loud groan and pulled out a bottle of Bourbon. Hell it was never too late for a drink in situations like this, maybe if no one showed up he at least would have a decent drink before the end of the village descended and nothing was left of them. The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the eerily room and with another groan Nakamora popped open the bottle and took a deep swig and leaned back to stare at the ceiling.
"No one gives a damn about this place anymore...." He said to himself before taking another long pull off the bottle.