[He has little idea of how he got here, but it would be clear that he is looking for something.
Somewhere distant, somewhere remote, some other horizon that depicted a different moment of a different star suspended in a different time, Hythlodaeus had spied something. Something... familiar? But something unique. Unique... like them. Almost.
And he had been compelled to pursue it. To not call upon the talents of far more talented friends, and compelled to go- lest this thing disappear.
This something- this soul- did not move throughout the horizon he had been within, oh no. It did not retreat away from him, nor did it move. Instead, it simply shone- piercing the different makeups of different realities, unto his (exemplary, might he add) view.
As Hythlodaeus enters the Shinra building, he pays it very little attention. The polished and primed to perfection machinery in the lobby is a curiosity, yes. As are the buffed glass panes, the immaculate floor which shines as if it has never been walked upon- but regardless of architectural fancy from different times, different worlds, he sees it for what it is.
It is an office. And oh, he has seen offices. He is far from interested in offices.
What he's interested in- he's sure- is higher. And thus he walks into the elevator.
Perhaps he- this man(?) of nine feet and some- attired from head to foot in robes of the darkest black, and yet extruding light- strikes quite a comical figure in these settings. Or perhaps he cuts an intimidating one. He does not know. He does not care, really. All that he cares for is the fact he is getting closer.
The soul shines on and on. The elevator stops. And he walks out of it, immediately having to bow his head to avoid striking it on the ceiling- the upper ones- of course- far less grand than the reception of this building, with more standard sized ceilings- and as he walks into the office area proper, his attention is momentarily stolen by a flickering monitor.
He approaches it, but suddenly, the lights go out. An alarm sounds- shrill and piercing- and a mechanical thing hovers through the air directly toward him, motors screaming.]
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Somewhere distant, somewhere remote, some other horizon that depicted a different moment of a different star suspended in a different time, Hythlodaeus had spied something. Something... familiar? But something unique. Unique... like them. Almost.
And he had been compelled to pursue it. To not call upon the talents of far more talented friends, and compelled to go- lest this thing disappear.
This something- this soul- did not move throughout the horizon he had been within, oh no. It did not retreat away from him, nor did it move. Instead, it simply shone- piercing the different makeups of different realities, unto his (exemplary, might he add) view.
As Hythlodaeus enters the Shinra building, he pays it very little attention. The polished and primed to perfection machinery in the lobby is a curiosity, yes. As are the buffed glass panes, the immaculate floor which shines as if it has never been walked upon- but regardless of architectural fancy from different times, different worlds, he sees it for what it is.
It is an office.
And oh, he has seen offices. He is far from interested in offices.
What he's interested in- he's sure- is higher.
And thus he walks into the elevator.
Perhaps he- this man(?) of nine feet and some- attired from head to foot in robes of the darkest black, and yet extruding light- strikes quite a comical figure in these settings. Or perhaps he cuts an intimidating one. He does not know. He does not care, really. All that he cares for is the fact he is getting closer.
The soul shines on and on.
The elevator stops. And he walks out of it, immediately having to bow his head to avoid striking it on the ceiling- the upper ones- of course- far less grand than the reception of this building, with more standard sized ceilings- and as he walks into the office area proper, his attention is momentarily stolen by a flickering monitor.
He approaches it, but suddenly, the lights go out. An alarm sounds- shrill and piercing- and a mechanical thing hovers through the air directly toward him, motors screaming.]