Records
by Aizhen Aschenhimmel
As flat as a hamerfalled disclaimer could be: I own not RO.
A/N: I don't know. I felt that I've got to take these things outta my head, or else I'd get crazy soon (as if I'm not crazy yet). Basically they're one-shots/pointless ramblings inspired by the Pyramids in Morocc, most especially the Amon Ra map. Concrit will be very much appreciated (I could use much improvement). Let's get it on, people!
First Record
Before the Record
Jet paced around the catwalk with such regularity now that Devon could predict what he'd do next. After walking the entire length of it, he'd look at the two torches burning near the huge slabs of engraved stone. Then the priest would audibly sigh, tap the heel of his foot three times (sometimes four) and shift his weight from one foot to the other, looking around expectantly. After ten seconds he would stare at the row of armored skeletons standing at either side of the catwalk, glaring at them as though it was their fault, before repeating the whole cycle again.
It was beginning to wear on the knight's eyes. Especially when you've been watching it for the umpteenth time in...what? Fifteen minutes? Twenty, maybe thirty? It seemed like an eternity and an hour had passed. Their other companion, Cath, seemed to be more interested in admiring her katars than paying attention to anything else. The eerie silence was killing him.
He wished an ancient mummy would appear just to break the monotony, but it seemed that the heavens were conspiring against him. Not even an arclouse would inch close to them. He thought he must've been so bored that even the company of monsters seemed desirable.
"Jet," he groaned at length, a gauntleted hand unconsciously ruffling his bright red hair. The metal around his fingers clanged against his helm, echoing emptily inside the small gloomy chamber. "Stop that. You're making me dizzy."
The young priest's shoulders slumped. "Sorry Devs, but we've been waiting here forever and it looks like Amon Ra won't grace us with his almighty presence." He hesitated, looking at the knight first then at the assassin, before continuing on, "Are you sure this is the right time Amon Ra will appear?"
The knight shrugged. The pains of being a first timer around here, he thought dully. Well, at least he wasn't the only rookie guy in the area. "I dunno Jet. Cath said we should be here at this time, so here we are."
Both of them turned at the assassin, who had looked up from inspecting the extremely shiny blade of her weapon at the mention of her name. "Well?" She said, blinking innocently. "It's true. I'm always here at this time." Then she returned to her katars.
"But do you always wait for this long? I thought you had it timed." Jet inwardly rolled his eyes in frustration. He disliked wasting time doing nothing, even if it's just a few minutes.
Cath once again looked at them, her eyes telling them she was uncomprehending for a moment, before understanding dawned upon her pale features. And along with it came another expression.
She gave a nervous, sheepish chuckle. It sounded rather hollow in the lonely chamber. "Uh...yeah, I have it timed," she said, looking everywhere but their restless eyes. "But you see, I always come here in advance."
Devon stared at her. "In advance? You mean, too early?" Don't tell me I'm going to skip a good drinking party to bust my ass waiting for hours to see some half-embalmed guy in a stone wheelchair. They will laugh at my face.
"Yeah. The first ones always have the advantage, you know."
"How early? How many minutes?" Jet asked uneasily. Darn it, Kaye will skewer me like savage barbecue. She'd think I was fooling around, stood her up...
Silence.
The assassin put on an apologetic face. "Actually, we're talking about hours here."
Shit.