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 Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 12:11 am
For refusing to go for so long, Chris surprised even himself when he lead Paris out of the fire escape and to the roof of his apartment complex. He couldn't really explain the strange desire he felt in regards to seeing the desolate fortress again. It wasn't so much of a longing need as it was just... curiosity. Besides, Paris had shown him his world. Or what was left of it...
"Hold my hand," he requested, reaching out to make sure Paris had a good grip as they both powered up in preparation for the journey into space. "I'm not sure where we'll end up," he admitted with a grimace, leaning down to pick up the flashlight he'd placed beside his feet before transforming. He'd learned his lesson last time. It might not be pitch black on Jupiter, but it was still dark, depending on where they ended up. If they had to go through that maze...
He handed the flashlight to Ganymede for the time being, and placed his right hand over his heart, his other hand gripping tightly to the senshi's. Valhalla took a deep breath and shut his eyes, steadying himself as he spoke the required words: "I pledge my life and loyalty to Jupiter, and to Valhalla. I humbly request your aid, so that in return I may give you mine."
It was storming, of course. Valhalla wondered if it ever stopped storming. How had the people of Jupiter harvest whatever they once grew if it never stopped pouring? He was also convinced that the lightning that occurred on Jupiter was a lot worse than that of Earth.
Lucky for them, they weren't outside. They also weren't in that dark maze he'd had to go through his first visit there. Instead, it seemed as though they were standing in what used to be a grand welcoming hall of sorts. Great wooden chandeliers had long since fallen from their homes a few stories up, but the masonry remained in tact. There were no windows, or at least none that one could see through. Instead, as he'd experienced during his last visit, light was diffused through thick, semi-transparent bricks.
But unlike the halls on the upper floors, the bricks were arranged into organic designs along the walls. Some were even different colors. The effect it gave off definitely softened the harshness of the stone walls and columns that held up large arches. It almost reminded him of a gothic church, but the design was noticeably different.
He lowered his eyes after a few more moments, curious to see Ganymede's reaction. "Welcome to Valhalla, I guess," he mumbled with an awkward sort of half-smile.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:30 pm
Ganymede was almost excited by the idea of traveling to Jupiter—which he could see in the sky on his own world—and visiting the wonder that bore Valhalla’s name. He had been encouraging Valhalla to see it since he’d first brought the squire, then a page, to Ganymede—not because he had any intention of abandoning Earth and fighting for something that was now long dead, but because they might be able to learn from the past, and find some means of an end to a war whose origins were still not quite clear to him.
Besides, he’d seen Valhalla in his memories. There had to be more pieces of that story here. Maybe he wouldn’t see them, but his companion might. It was enough to pique his curiosity, to haul him from his recent sadness and incite him to follow.
He looked around as soon as they arrived, flicking on the flashlight to allow for a little extra light as he dropped Valhalla’s hand and stepped forward to cautiously explore. He noted an immediate difference between this place and his moon, as well as what he remembered seeing on Europa. Valhalla, and perhaps Jupiter itself, seemed more… rustic. There was wood and stone, howling winds outside, deafening rain, roaring thunder, and none of the gold and glitter of the palace of Ganymede.
“Is it a castle?” he wondered. His voice echoed between the high walls and soaring ceiling. “It looks huge. I haven’t even seen ceilings this high on Ganymede. It’s kind of like… like a cave.”
There was something dark and damp about it—not entirely uncomfortable, but it lacked a certain warmth. He took only a few steps before stopping, turning on the spot to stare around and get his bearings. It would be easier to get lost in here than on Ganymede. At least there was a familiarity about some things there, and ghostly visions to provide partial explanations. This place was practically alien in comparison.
“How much did you look around last time? Did you see a lot?”
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 12:09 am
Valhalla shook his head, watching as Ganymede wandered a little in the large hall. "I don't think it's a castle... or if it is, it's a pretty heavily built one..." he said, taking a few steps to follow the senshi. He glanced up at the ceiling and towards the sides of the hall, trying to see if there were any doors leading off to other parts of the fortress.
It was a bit chilly, something he hadn't remembered in his last visit. He was a little too focused on being there alone and not knowing what to expect to really pay attention to the temperature. It wasn't unbearable, but it was definitely noticeable.
"Stay closer to me, okay?" he requested, frowning in slight concern as he paused when Ganymede did. "I didn't see much..." he admitted, but that was why he didn't want to get separated from Ganymede. If they got lost from each other with no food or water... he didn't want to think of the outcome if he ended up having to go back to Earth and didn't have the energy to make a second trip.
"I was outside, last time I came here," he explained, tempted to take hold of Paris's hand again, but what could happen in such a big room? They couldn't possibly get separated. "Then I went through some kind of maze... I found Valhalla's office, though... and I guess his bedrooms...? Or two of them..."
It was a little difficult to explain, he decided. But hopefully Ganymede wouldn't be upset with him for not knowing how to properly restate what he'd seen. "I've never seen the room before... Do you think it's a ballroom or something...? Looks like a church, almost..." Or it reminded him of cathedrals, at least.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:58 am
“There’s a difference between a castle and a palace, though, isn’t there?” he wondered, stepping back toward Valhalla without complaint.
The building he’d taken to exploring on Ganymede was definitely a palace, whereas this place… well, he didn’t know enough about the differences to be sure, and he hadn’t seen nearly enough of the building to get a very good idea of what it all looked like, but there was a sort of strength in it. Aside from the high ceilings, it looked less flashy, less grand, less like it had been built for lavish soirees and more like it had been built for the purposes of defense.
He waved the flashlight around to try and find anything interesting, but aside from a couple of the wooden chandeliers crumpled on the ground, there was very little to see. He did note that the chandeliers must have once suspended candles, as there was no broken glass or exposed wiring to attest to any sort of artificial light or electricity—unless they could achieve such things through different means.
“You don’t think you’d be able to make it back to the office or the rooms from here, do you?” Ganymede wondered, turning a curious look up to the squire. “I’d like to see them. You got to see my room… Well, not mine but… you know what I mean. Once, I saw you… or Valhalla... or at least I’m pretty sure that’s who it was. Hair like you, just longer… green eyes, I think… and he looked sort of tall and brawny. He wasn’t very welcomed, though. Not then... Apparently he wasn’t supposed to be in there.”
Ganymede looked to his left and right, and though his travels to Europa had not revealed any memories to him the way his visits to his own moon did, the Eternal senshi could not quell the desire to see something here. It was such a dark, imposing place. If the past senshi of Ganymede had ever visited here… he’d like to know what it must have been like… what he must have done here… what his encounters were like with Valhalla…
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:01 pm
"W-well yeah..." he admitted, knowing very well what the differences were. His thoughts had obviously been on Ganymede's palace and how it looked there. This place...? It probably was a castle... but he had the feeling that it was more than just a typical castle.
Valhalla turned to stare at Ganymede as he rambled about a vision he must have seen. Something about it made him smile, though. "I can't imagine why... He didn't seem all that sociable of a person when I saw him," he revealed, looking around the hall once more, before instinctively going to the right. "I think we'll be able to find it if we go this way," he said, not knowing why he felt a pull in that direction — maybe he'd imagined it — but not resisting.
He knew where they were must have been lower down in the fortress, since the debris was worse, as if the furniture and tapestries had been handled more often than what was up in the turrets. The inside of the hall wasn't very complicated, at least. There were doors leading off to various rooms, the larger doors probably to ballrooms or dining halls. The smaller doors usually ended up being storage for a bunch of dust and rubble by this point, or sometimes opened to other, much smaller passageways.
But he wasn't heading towards those doors. Instead he lead the way down the length of the right wing, out of the large, middle hall (since they'd have to walk around the large chandeliers, anyway) and towards a large staircase, leading up to another floor less than a third of the height up to the ceiling.
"Valhalla!"
The squire glanced over his shoulder to see what Ganymede wanted, but when he realized that his companion was distracted and probably hadn't called his name, he froze.
"Did you hear that...?" But he already knew the answer and quickly explained. "Someone just said 'Valhalla'..." It was kind of really creepy, knowing he was hearing memories from the past...
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 2:15 pm
Ganymede dutifully followed, flicking the flashlight around every once in a while to point the beam of light ahead of them or else examine some of the debris they passed. It looked as decrepit as everything on his world—old and broken, either by time or something else. This place wasn’t as glamorous, though, and the differences interested him. He kept looking around for anything that might be familiar, but none of it spoke to him the way the rooms and halls on Ganymede did.
He paused and returned his gaze to Valhalla at the squire’s question, blinking in confusion before realizing what he must be talking about and shaking his head. “I didn’t hear anything,” he said, but smiled all the same.
“I always hear someone whispering my name every time I go to Ganymede. I don’t know who it is. I guess it could be the same person, or a lot of different people. Apparently he didn’t go by his real name. He said so once. He was talking to you… or whoever you were. He said he wasn’t allowed to tell you what it was, so… I guess it was forbidden.”
He had no idea why. There were still plenty of things he didn’t know about the past, not only what had caused everything to die out, but also the course of his previous life.
“He seemed kind of… well, not like me, I don’t think,” Ganymede continued. He started walking again, stepping closer to Valhalla to catch one of his hands. “He was sort of meek. Like, he tried to argue but didn’t do a very good job of it. I don’t think he was very happy. He looked the most exited the time he met you. In everything else I’ve seen… I mean, he wasn’t miserable, but a lot of times when he smiles it doesn’t seem very real. I think he was isolated a lot, too. There was at least one time when he was locked in his room.”
The more he thought about it all, the worse it sounded, and so Ganymede shrugged it off and focused more on his surroundings than the things he’d seen on his visits to his moon.
“Do you see anything, or was it just someone saying your name?”
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 12:08 pm
Valhalla nodded lightly in understanding. From what he'd seen of the Valhalla from the past, there was little they had in common. In the past, Valhalla seemed kind of harsh and... rather mean. Or at least in attitude. He hoped that he wouldn't end up like that, especially with all they went through as senshi and knights.
"He wasn't like me, either. Kind of a jerk," he said, not bothering to remember that he was often a jerk as well. He allowed Ganymede to take hold of his hand, making sure he was walking close to him as they continued their way up the stairs. "I don't see anything... Just heard the name..." he told him, offering his boyfriend a small smile in reassurance.
"It's strange... talking about them like we know them... or like they're characters in a movie," he said, looking around once they got to the top. the balcony overlooked the hall, but the light was too dim to see much of the details. He imagined it had to have been a rather serious place, if not for the almost floral nature of the thick blocks that doubled as a light source. Having seen it in more places than just that hall, he imagined it was their form of stained glass murals.
"This way leads towards the towers," he said as he gazed upon a set of double doors leading away from the hall, surprising himself in his confidence of which way to go. He reached out to try and open them before pausing and glancing curiously down at Ganymede.
"Try something for me?" he requested, letting go of his hand for the moment. "Try and open it..." Of course, for all he knew, it wasn't even locked. There were strange things that happened in the castle, but he was unsure if it was because of his presence there, or if it worked for just about anyone. The ornately carved door looked like it had a hole in which a key could have been inserted, but whether or not it was accessible to those without a key, he didn't know.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 12:56 pm
“We sort of do know them, in a way,” Ganymede replied. “Or at least I feel like I know him sometimes. I haven’t seen very much, but when I do I can at least sort of understand. Enough to know that I’m not him. He seemed a lot more complacent. That’s not exactly how I like to operate.”
He wasn’t sure how he felt, knowing what his past life had been like. It was interesting, but so far nothing that he’d seen had anything to do with the way things were now. There were moments that intrigued him, and he liked to pinpoint the differences between himself and the young man he used to be. It was something of a confidence boost, seeing that there were things he was better at, that there were situations he handled with less of an obsequious air.
He liked to think he wasn’t so easily controlled.
As they continued along, Ganymede stared curiously at the sources of light but didn’t let go of Valhalla’s hand until they’d stopped in front of the set of double doors. He glanced between them and the squire, raising his brows before shrugging and stepping forward to give it a try.
“I don’t see why you don’t just do it yourself,” he said, looking first at what he assumed was a keyhole. “Is there even a handle on this thing? This place is so old. I wouldn’t be surprised if it just fell off.”
When no notable handle presented itself to him, Ganymede pressed his hands against the wooden doors to push at them. Nothing happened. They neither opened nor made any sound to show that they’ve even budged. The Eternal senshi pushed all the harder, only to stop when his exertions had little to no effect on the state of the doors. Instead, he stood back and frowned, then crouched enough to try fiddling with the keyhole.
“I don’t suppose you have a key?” he wondered.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:31 am
"I guess," Valhalla mumbled and shrugged in a way that made it sound as if he didn't want to really agree but there wasn't enough evidence for him to deny the observation. At least Ganymede agreed that who he was now and who he was then didn't match up at all. It made Valhall feel a bit better about the fact that his apparent past self was a bit of a douche.
He watched in interest as Ganymede felt along the door, trying to figure out how to open it. Part of him wasn't even sure if it would work the same way as previous locked doors had. What if the magic was negated now that he had a companion with him? Or maybe it was only certain doors? Or... what if they weren't doors at all that he'd opened, but just memories that had somehow taken almost a completely physical form?
"I wanted to see if it would open for anyone..." he admitted, reaching out to retake hold of Ganymede's hand and pull him gently away from the door. "It probably does have a key somewhere... but I have no idea where they'd be." Of course, that didn't help in getting the door open.
"So... I don't even know if this is going to work... but watch..." Slowly, Valhalla lifted his free hand to press against the door. As it had the last couple of times, a warm green light seemed to emit from around his hand and then flowed through invisible grooves to the keyhole where the light pooled until... click.
"I had to do that down in the basement, and then again to get into the office," he explained as the doors neither swung open nor lowered into the ground, but slid aside into the walls. The passage way ahead was much smaller than the grand hall they were about to leave. The floor appeared to have once been lined with rich furs and carpet, and there were tapestries and small tables lining the walls. none of the decorations were in that great of shape, but it was enough to determine what had once been there.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 5:36 pm
Ganymede watched in both surprise and fascination as the light—which he could only assume was some sort of magic, because what else could it be?—converged upon the keyhole and succeeded in opening the doors. He might have reached out to touch the green glow, to see if it felt as warm as it looked, if he hadn’t been concerned about a potential backlash—what if it hurt him?—or disrupting it and causing the doors to remain locked. For lack of anything better to do the Eternal senshi stood back and watched, his mouth slightly parted in his amazement, as the doors slid easily into the walls.
“How come you get the cool castle?” he wondered, spearing Valhalla with an incredulous stare before taking a cautious step into the now opened doorway. Ganymede looked between the two walls the doors had only just disappeared into, quickly moving himself out of the way and into the next hall before they could decide to shut on him.
That would be horribly unpleasant.
“Not that my castle’s all that bad. Should I even call it mine? Whatever, no one lives there anymore. It might as well be mine. The whole freaking moon is mine as far as I’m concerned. But, seriously, my castle doesn’t do cool things like that. It’s just kind of… there. All posh and fancy. Sort of predictable, I guess, when you consider… well, the lace and the ruffles and the gold,” he rambled, flicking at the golden eagle on his chest.
He glanced around the new hallway with even more interest and caution than he’d shown in their previous location. As deteriorated as the furniture and tapestries were, now that he’d seen a door open with the mere touch of Valhalla’s hand… who knew what else was lurking around the place? What if they set off a random booby-trap?
“How did you even do that?” he asked. He turned to his boyfriend to further express his amazement. “Is that how everything in this place opens? Maybe it’s some sort of defense mechanism. You think it… I don’t know, recognizes you or something?”
Ganymede paused to think about that, staring around them with wide, wary eyes. “That’s kind of a creepy thought. Like this place is alive…”
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:44 pm
Valhalla simply shook his head at Ganymede's questions, both about having 'the cool castle' and how he was able to open the doors with just a touch. There were a lot of things he didn't know, but something buried deep inside told him that the doors wouldn't close without his permission.
"I don't know," he voiced after letting Ganymede talk himself out. "It's not how everything opens... I've gone through other rooms that weren't locked like that. Under the castle, the wall sank into the ground after I touched it. The office was just like a regular door, but locked..." But was it really that simple? Maybe the place was alive, even after being deserted for... hundreds of years.
"There was a memory I had," he said softly, as if not wanting to disturb the castle if it really was waiting for him to do... something. "Before I got into inside, I went through the passages below... I... Valhalla had to collect some kind of stones or crystals to open the door, but even though I saw him place the crystals into the holes to unlock the door or whatever, they weren't there any more."
He paused to shrug a little at the awkwardness of his storytelling, flashing Ganymede a sheepish grin. "Anyway... I guess I don't need keys for this place... And there was that same green light that lit a path for me underground... otherwise I think I would have been lost for hours. This way," he cut himself off, reaching out to push a regular door open, revealing a spiral stairwell.
"Walk ahead of me... I'll catch you if you slip," he insisted, stepping aside for his boyfriend to go ahead of him. The last thing he wanted was for Ganymede to break an ankle with those heels on steep stairs. "I think this is a servant's passage... If they had servants... There are bigger and better maintained stairs elsewhere..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 7:01 pm
The idea of the castle being alive would have seemed rather far-fetched had Ganymede not come to the realization that there was indeed magic in the universe. If monsters really existed, if the senshi and knights had past-lives—and actual memories of those past-lives—and if they were destined to fight in a war that had begun hundreds or thousands or however many years ago, there was nothing to say that this… castle or fortress or whatever it was… couldn’t be more than a normal castle.
It unsettled him a little, but aside from flicking the flashlight around to check for any signs of trouble or danger, and other than watching his step and keeping a cautious eye on his surroundings, Ganymede did his best to retain control over his unease. Valhalla seemed comfortable enough. This was his place, after all, and if he was certain the worst that could happen to them was getting lost in the labyrinth of halls and passages, Ganymede thought he was mostly safe so long as he didn’t leave the squire’s side.
“I wouldn’t want to be here alone,” he mumbled to himself, almost too quiet for Valhalla to hear him. “I bet this wasn’t such a friendly place to intruders.”
Upon arriving at the set of stairs, Ganymede rolled his eyes but smiled as Valhalla stood aside to allow him up first. “Ladies first,” he joked, taking the steep, narrow steps one at a time and trailing one of his hands along the wall for some sort of support.
“I’d assume they had servants,” the senshi added. He’d never seen any in his own memories of the palace on Ganymede, no more than government officials and dignitaries, but he’d always assumed they were there somewhere. “I mean, it’s a big place. Someone had to have been responsible for up-keeping it, although I guess it’s easy to assume a castle would have servants. Maybe whoever lived here took care of it themselves.”
Ganymede stopped when they arrived at a landing, looking between the stairwell walls. He could not help but feel somewhat enclosed and shivered lightly. He hoped it wasn’t noticeable. “Unless it can maintain itself…”
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 12:20 am
Valhalla was careful not to trip on Ganymede's long train as they slowly made their way up the spiral stone staircase, rolling his eyes at his comment about going first. After a while, he reached out to gather the fabric in his hand and hoisted it up and out of the way, although he made sure to keep an eye on his boyfriend and keep him from tumbling backwards. That wouldn't be a very pleasant end to Ganymede's first trip to Jupiter.
"Who knows," he said just as softly as they arrived on the landing. He kept the train gathered in his hand as he pushed Ganymede away from the stairs, before reaching out to pull at what looked like some kind of loop in the fabric at the back of his corset. "Your damn wings are in the way... How the hell do you put this up?" he fussed, not seeming to care that he was using enough force to pull Ganymede off balance as he tried to get the unnecessarily large quantity of fabric out of the way of being tripped on.
Once he was sure the train was safely out of the way, he released his hold on Ganymede, letting him take a step away if he wanted. "I don't know if there are servants... There's a lot of beds in one room... I guess people liked staying close to each other. Or something..." He knew there were cultures on Earth that had a large communal living area, but he had no idea what to make of the setup on Valhalla, or his brief memories of how it was like.
"I haven't been up here," he mumbled, glancing around the hall. It seemed to be well kept, like the hall his own set of rooms had been on. Everything looked similar, of course, but he could tell immediately that they were far from the turret that housed his office. Cautiously, Valhalla stepped forward, reaching out to place a hand against Ganymede's lower back to lead him along as well, not wanting to somehow get separated from him. He had the feeling that what Ganymede had said before was quite true... Valhalla probably wasn't very merciful to intruders. Not when he was the only one who seemed to be able to open locked doors with just a touch.
The hallway split off, and although he'd never set foot down the passage before, Valhalla felt himself being drawn towards a particular set of doors. They were like all of the other doors of the fortress in style — curved at the top and decorated with carefully crafted metal of some sort — but there was something different about this one. A bird cast out of metal had its wings spread over the two doors. Its beak was hooked like that of an eagle, its profile showing off what would have once been a rather shiny red gem for its eye.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:03 am
Ganymede paused to let Valhalla struggle with his train, stumbling a bit and gripping onto the wall as he was practically man-handled in the squire’s attempts to get it out of the way. Truth be told, it was rather annoying—more awkward and clumsy even than the heels. If he’d had the chance, he would have told Valhalla to just rip it off, but his boyfriend soon had it hooked up and off the ground. It felt a little heavy in the back, but at least it wouldn’t snag on anything now.
Peering around as they walked, the Eternal senshi allowed Valhalla to guide him as they explored the hall. It was not quite as dilapidated as some of the other areas of the fortress they’d already seen, but the decorations were thick with dust and everything looked cold and dingy in the dim lighting. Ganymede cast the beam of the flashlight around, gazing into the shadows until they came to stop in front of another set of double doors.
He looked first to the doors, aiming the flashlight directly at it, studying the decorative metal work before glancing down at his chest, and the eagle that sat there with its wings spread. “It looks kind of like this, don’t you think?” he said, flicking at his brooch again with his free hand.
Why a design on a door here on Jupiter, in Valhalla of all places, should look similar to his brooch was a complete mystery to him. Eagles certainly didn’t feature prominently in the architecture and decorations on Ganymede, and as far as he’d seen in his visit here so far, they weren’t particularly common in Valhalla either.
Curiously, Ganymede reached out to lightly run his fingers along the cool metal, tracing one of the eagle’s wings until he came to the head. He mapped the curve of it, smoothed his gloved fingers against the hooked beak, before gently brushing a layer of dust off of the red eye.
Only seconds after his fingers caressed the stone, the same soft, warm green light present when Valhalla had opened the door below came to life. It started there in the eye and spread throughout the design, outlining the eagle in green. Startled, Ganymede immediately pulled his hand away and turned to the squire. A quiet click sounded in the hallway. Then the doors parted, swinging open on creaking hinges.
Ganymede stood and stared, transfixed. “I didn’t mean to do that…” he whispered.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:38 am
Valhalla's eyes widened in surprise, and quickly grabbed hold of the bunched up train as if to ready himself in pulling Ganymede away from the door. He hadn't done anything to open it himself, so why it opened for his boyfriend...
He glanced curiously down at the senshi, staring at him rather than the doors that had just swung open, although he was still poised to yank him out of potential danger in a castle unused to vistors for centuries. It couldn't be just a coincidence, could it? Were there such things as coincidences, anyway? As much as he refused to believe that his fate was already decided for him, some things just couldn't be ignored.
What were the chances that he and Paris would have met? That they would give each other a chance, despite how different they were and now many conflicting interests they had in their lives at that point in time?
"It's okay..." he said after a while, finally glancing up and into the room that had been opened before them. "I don't feel unwelcome here..." There was no gut instinct trying to get him to turn around and walk the other way. Instead, it seemed to be drawing him inside...
The room itself seemed to be a similar structure to that of his office, only with two doors leading off instead of three, and only one large window casting a faint red hue into the room. For how red the clouds of Jupiter were, the light that entered the castle didn't seem too affected by it. The light was dull, but it wasn't overwhelming in color. It appeared to be a sitting room of sorts, one that seemed almost familiar... and not just from his memories of his past life, but from visiting another place in the Jupiter system. The style of furniture was a little different than what he remembered seeing, but it definitely didn't have the Valhallan ruggedness as other pieces they'd seen.
Outside, the storm that shook the walls was still going on. Flashes of light illuminated the many layers of clouds, but the action itself seemed far enough away to be a dulled rumble.
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