Post by Xanatos on Nov 27, 2006 0:43:47 GMT -5
“Do you have any news relating to our latest ‘lights-out’ situation, Owen?” The calm, assertive voiced which projected so finely off of the sound-proof walls could belong to no other. When a beige leather office chair spun to face the blonde servant, the confident smirk of David Xanatos revealed itself upon a defined countenance. With his arms folded across the width of his chest, he stared up at the young man once more, awaiting the answer. But it seemed that the reserved man was hesitant to let it slide past his lips. That hardened gaze wouldn't betray it, however, as he adjusted his spectacles.
"No, Mr. Xanatos. I'm afraid all of the scientists' attempts to discover what this is have failed."
“Very well, Owen. It seems that we'll simply have to wait this one out.” His voice wouldn't tell it, but beneath that calm exterior lay an enraged business man. When it came to control, he had to be. Simply had to be! And this ridiculous darkness that swept his city allowed none of that. It was enough to cause him to lose his temper, but still. He couldn't let it show.
"Of course, sir."
“Always a man of few words, Owen. I suppose I respect that, especially after my little jaunt into the nexus, wherein that tyrannical God simply wouldn't be quiet.” A joke. Haha, how funny. Not honestly. He... He couldn't seem to let his rage show. It wanted to surface, but he remained calm. It had been his strategy for years, the man whom controlled the world beneath one hand. A man whom had tricked even the infamous Manhattan Clan into following his order--if only for a short while.
“I'm awaiting a visitor, Owen. Scrooge McDuck, to be precise. Do inform me when he arrives, I'll be monitoring the more recent activities of this.” What he hadn't told Owen was that he had noticed the sprouting of creatures. More specifically: Heartless. The Grimmorum had once spoken of such a being, but he bought it as childish folklore. He had been proved a farce by this.
"No, Mr. Xanatos. I'm afraid all of the scientists' attempts to discover what this is have failed."
“Very well, Owen. It seems that we'll simply have to wait this one out.” His voice wouldn't tell it, but beneath that calm exterior lay an enraged business man. When it came to control, he had to be. Simply had to be! And this ridiculous darkness that swept his city allowed none of that. It was enough to cause him to lose his temper, but still. He couldn't let it show.
"Of course, sir."
“Always a man of few words, Owen. I suppose I respect that, especially after my little jaunt into the nexus, wherein that tyrannical God simply wouldn't be quiet.” A joke. Haha, how funny. Not honestly. He... He couldn't seem to let his rage show. It wanted to surface, but he remained calm. It had been his strategy for years, the man whom controlled the world beneath one hand. A man whom had tricked even the infamous Manhattan Clan into following his order--if only for a short while.
“I'm awaiting a visitor, Owen. Scrooge McDuck, to be precise. Do inform me when he arrives, I'll be monitoring the more recent activities of this.” What he hadn't told Owen was that he had noticed the sprouting of creatures. More specifically: Heartless. The Grimmorum had once spoken of such a being, but he bought it as childish folklore. He had been proved a farce by this.
