by The Kingpin » Mon Dec 14, 2009 12:20 am
"No idea...the guy must be calling me by the title in Brimstone's history books" responded Drake with a shrug. as he turned the corner, a single heavy looking oak double door was in front of him, the door opening when they got close and welcoming him to a lounge lined with oak panelling. a secretary was sitting at a desk near the corner, by another large door, the brown haired woman dressed in a formal, navy blue suit sitting behind the desk, typing away on a PC, it's flat screen glowing a dim white, the screen's brightness apparently darkened to lessen the strain on the woman's eyes while she worked, the current document being a report on Brimstone's global situation, being written for the Director. looking up momentarily from her work to find out who it was approaching, she froze, her typing immediately stopping as she realised who it was. hitting a button on the desk the woman said "Sir, Colonel Drake's here to see you". Drake was at this point bewildered by what was going on with him being called by a title, Spencer having the faintest trace of jealousy on his face, though he tried to hide it.
Before Drake got the chance to ask about it however, the large oak door by the secretary's desk opened, an older man appearing behind it, dressed in a light grey suit with a red vest underneath, a black silk tie with the brimstone logo on it, the man's scalp being almost devoid of hair aside from the strands of greyish brown hair brushed backwards over the top, the remainder curved around the back of his head. the man adjusted his glasses so he could see Drake better, before smiling. "Ah, Drake. it's been too long. come in, come in". he pulled the large Oak door open, a small, but immensely tall, rosewood coloured room visible behind it, a grand marble fireplace at one side of the room, with the rest of the octagonal room's walls completely covered by massive oak shelves, lined with books, the shelves reaching all the way to the 20 foot high ceiling, a wide, well grounded ladder attached to the shelves to make access easier though still safe. the old man gestured towards the large couch and numerous arm chairs, all of them covered in what looked like black leather, seemingly overstuffed and very comfortable looking. "Please, everyone, come in and have a seat" said the man, his tone having that friendly disposition that seemed to be characteristic of a loving grandparent more than anything else. Spencer walked in and took a seat in an armchair, Tony flying in and perching himself on one of the steps of the ladder, and Drake made a gesture towards the door and looked at Nyx. "Ladies first" he said with a smirk...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG