Author: drakensis
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Adama Oriente almost swallowed his tongue as part of his dressing room ceiling seemed to unfold into a Primarch. A Primarch in midnight-blue armour very very familiar to him.
There was barely room in the small room for Adama in his faux-Night Haunter costume (fortunately he wasn't wearing it as the stains resulting from this surprise would ruin his reputation). Adding the real Konrad Curze in his power armour crammed it beyond belief.
"Ah uh eh..." the actor stammered while the Primarch waited patiently for him to wind down.
Cruze raised two fingers. "Firstly, hold your elbows higher when you're throwing a punch," he ordered. "I am aware that you are only an actor but it's just sloppy."
"I-I-I will do that."
"Good." One mammoth finger folded down and Curze examined it as if lost in thought. Trying to remember what the other item of business was? The fact he was offering advice suggested he didn't actually object to the show...
Then a small book was offered, open to a blank page, along with a pen. "My sister would like your autograph." Another hesitation. "Sign the next page too."
Adama decided not waste time wondering who the second autograph was for and quickly scribbled his usual autograph on two successive pages. The book closed and was quickly folded away.
"ORIENTE! YOU'RE DUE ON SET IN FIVE!" came a call from outside. The actor's head whipped around towards the door and then he looked back towards Night Haunter.
Or at least to where the Primarch had been.
He was alone in the room.
"...did I just imagine that?" he wondered.
{oOo}