Scene 1: Homecoming
It's was coming down, in sheets, buckets, each drop a piece of the sky that splattered across his nose and quickly evaporated from the warmth of his skin. Individual droplet sparkled with their own interior rainbows as they clung to black leather or ran down long strands of silver hair. The lesser deity walked through the firmament falling around him, slowly approaching a structure of steel that clawed up at the sky. Its bottom levels were gloomy and grey, solid and foreboding, but the higher up it reached, walls seemed to fall away leaving only its steel supports. It stood a lone sentinel surrounded on all sides by a graveyard of similar buildings. The lesser deity, flawed compared to the source of his own structure, and the product that had come after him; curled gloved fingers around the handle of the door and pulled it open.
For an instant he was silhouetted against hot, white, artificial lighting that poured from the doorway. Aqua eyes burned, narrowing to thin slits as they adjusted to the glare, pupils dilating to a non-existent speck of black. Pale lips turned down and he let his fingers slip from the door handle, black leather sweeping into the brightly lit room. Inside the blindness receded, revealing a sterile looking room with a dark tiled floor and track lighting that created harsh unforgiving whiteness.
At a metal table across the room a man, far broader than the first, sat bent over the parts of a weapon; The Dual Hound. The other, his thick silver hair cropped short, did not bother to glance up at Yazuu's approach.
"What were you doing out there?" the weapon smith demanded of the first.
With a sigh, Yazuu tromped over to the table and threw himself down into one of the uncomfortable metal chairs. Idly he flipped soggy long silver strands, thin as spider's silk, over his shoulder.
"I was...enjoying the rain. Or perhaps I was trying to catch something...a cold perhaps or the flu." The soggy deity replied his voice even if not sounding somewhat distant. There was no sarcasm in his voice, though surely he meant it as a jest. Tired an damp, he folded leather clad arms in front of himself and propped his chin upon them, watching his brother toy with the deadly weapon. "One day they will find us and attack us here. Then what will you do with the Dual Hound in pieces all over the place?"
Loz glanced up from his work, a glint approaching the threat of murder in his eyes; silently warning his younger sibling that his joke was not appreciated. "I think Kadaj wanted to see you." He informed Yazuu sharply and went back to toying with his beloved weapon.
Immediately the lesser deity lifted his chin from his arm, eyes wide with question. "What?" he exclaimed, though he did not raise his voice to illustrate his surprise, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Already aggravated by his younger sibling, Loz didn't bother answering the question, his eyes narrowed and locked on his work. Yazuu blinked, watching with mild interest Loz's lack of response to his question before he pushed himself up from the table, black leather creaking in protest, and crossed the dark marble floor towards the stairs.