Promise of Bliss
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- Posted: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 01:23:25 +0000
Kalthazar was known for his steady hands. In every practical he had ever had, every dissection, every circumstance imaginable, Kal's hands were as steady as could be. They never wavered, whether it be from fear, apprehension, worry, or some combination. But as his hand stretched to the door, his fingers quivered just so as it reached for the knob. His excitement was hardly containable- no, it was uncontainable. He was smiling ear to ear, he knew; luckily, any of his friends (well, classmates more like, but Kat was there so in his mind they were all comrades just the same) would chalk his smile to his general dopy enthusiasm. He knew he was a naturally excitable person, as did anyone who had so much as spoken to him, so of course they would know he was hardly ever seen without a smile on his face. But this time was a bit different. His hand secured on the cold metal of the knob, and he flicked his wrist just enough to hear the satisfying click of the tumbler releasing. This was The Magician's House! He had spent entirely too much time with his back against the gate outside, prattling on and on about his life. All the glass and wood of this building knew more about his hopes, dreams, aspirations than even Kat If the outside of the house could converse... well, then he would assuredly not want to be there. He had visited the house on the hill commonly, having grown up in Nocturne. With no one else to really confide in, he had always found solace unburdening his soul on the off chance that the divine that supposedly dwelled within. This fact was, of course, not something he commonly shared. The town was known for it's fable; the illustrious Magician was intertwined deeply with its origins. However, that did not mean nearly so many people believed in his existence as you would think. For instance... He peered over his shoulder, shooting his companions his grin. Kalthazar knew that he was a in a group of nay-sayers, surrounded by a flock of nonbelievers. While it was not life or death that he keep his reverence to himself, he preferred it that way for the moment. His family did not even know he harbored such faith in the unprovable being, and they had been with him the majority of his life. That being, he would not just divulge such personal information to a group of people he had remarkably less affinity toward.
Navaro pushed the door with his shoulder. It came open easily, and the hinges emitted an agitating high-pitched squeal in protest. He took no time in making his way into the mansion. It felt like he was walking on air, his excitement making him practically weightless. The floor, of course, disagreed; it groaned angrily beneath his feet. His brown eyes raked over the scene. His dancing nerves quieted little by little as he peered around. He had been worried about this; somewhere in the back of his mind, Navaro had been nervous that seeing the inside of the house would be dangerously akin to a child seeing a beloved mascot popping off the costume head, revealing the sweaty middle-aged disappointment within. For being an immeasurably old house, it was actually in relatively good condition. The floor was only mildly warped, evening out considerably down the hallway that extended into the shadows past the stairs. Everything was shrouded in a thick layer of darkness, in fact. The only light that reached the wooden interior at present was the natural light that clawed in through the open door. In the dimness, Kal could see a set of stairs off to his right; the mounted five steps to a landing, then jutted off to the side and up the wall to the second floor. The top of the stairs puzzled him; the banister did not end at the end of the landing, instead crossing the entrance to the second floor. But that made no sense. Why...? Maybe it's on a hinge? Like a permanent baby gate? Navaro furrowed his brow, contemplating that. The house was a relic, and he somehow doubted that ancient baby gates were really all that likely. He shrugged it off, walking a little further into the entry way to allow passage of those behind him. He scanned the scene, a bit disheartened. There was not much worth a narrative that he could see. It seemed like just what it looked like on the outside: dull, abandoned, and despairingly lacking in any sort of supernatural influence. He rolled his lip in his teeth, pondering. This couldn't be everything. He had put too much time, too much faith into this building for it to just be over at simple appearances. No, this wasn't over. The sheer unabashed excitement he'd felt approaching the house was replaced with an unbridled curiosity, a powerful itch that could only be sated with further exploration.
Kalthazar put his finger through the dark tie around his neck, loosening it a tick as he turned to face the others. "So the entry hall leaves a bit to be desired," he announced, followed by a short chuckle. He reached his arms behind his head, stretching. "But there's gotta be something around here, right? C'mon, who's with me?" His eyes were as bright as his smile, and he searched each of them expectantly. His eyes stopped on Kat. Now there was a sucker. Kat was his best friend, and arguably lived with him with how often they saw each other. If there was anyone he could convince to pal around with him, it was her. He pulled his brows up, shooting her his best puppy-eyes. Please please please please please please please????
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