Private Curiosity Lies

[Liin Terallo]

Out of all the places to dine on Bastion; I enjoy this rooftop terrace the most. It stands at the top of a large skyscraper; domed in part to keep the patrons comfortable in case of foul weather. Tall potted plants dot the establishment, giving some of the tables a semblance of privacy. In many ways it reminded me of the domed cities of New Cov. The absense of my world's freedom still weighs heavily on me. Yet I have had to push that all aside in pursuit of something greater. And who knows? Perhaps that path will lead to my world's freedom.

Tonight I dine alone. It is late and there is hardly another soul around. I enjoy the quiet and the solitude; more so than most people would. Outside of the dome some traffic is seen, yet nothing out of the ordinary. At least not from what I can see.

My table sits not in the middle, but out by one of the dome's edges. There I can enjoy the view while I eat. A plate of meat and vegetables had just been place before me. And so too has a tall glass of wine. While I eat my gaze drifts to everyone down below. However I am mindful too of the reflection in the transparasteel glass should anyone approach. I am not expecting any visitors at this late hour, yet it is not uncommon for staff to check in from time to time. Especially when a patron is eating by themselves.

Tag: Darth Nexion

 

[Darth Nexion]

Nexion had been spending a fair amount of time recently on the world of Bastion, at the heart of the Diarchy. He found himself being amused at how much he actually seemed to to enjoy the Diarchy these days, especially based on how it started. So, here he was, wandering the streets as he had been doing the last few nights, trying to find places to... take interest in. He was not in his usual black, tattered robes, but in an all black, semi-casual suit, which made his pale skin and white hair stand out more than usual. As he passed a skyscraper, he suddenly felt something off. Not his kind of "off", a different kind of "off".

He made his way through the building, following this odd presence. He then arrived at the top of the building, entering the doors to find himself under a large dome. He spot a woman from across the room, enjoying a meal and some wine. Nexion smirked as he felt himself become intrigued as to the conditions surrounding this woman. He made his way over to her, before taking a seat opposite her as if he weren't intruding on her private meal.

"Sorry I'm late, work was murder. What's on the menu tonight?"

His voice was casual and his words were nonsensical. Neither of them knew the other, yet Nexion cared not. He felt great potential in this woman to be a great source of entertainment for him, and so, he would indulge.

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Liin Terallo

 

[Liin Terallo]

I had lost myself in a train of thought. A news report had gone out recently, which had given me even more reason to hide myself from the public. Yet thankfully the reporter seemed to be at a loss as to my exact location. There was even a hint in there that had suggested that I had died. Now whether that was on purpose or not, I cannot ascertain. I was just running through the various possibilities when -

A stranger had seated himself at my table. I could not help but stare at him for a moment, given that he had addressed me as though we were acquaintances and that he was merely behind schedule. "Excuse me?" I set down my utensils on either side of my plate and stared at the man. His choice of wording was rather puzzling, yet I pretended to not take note of it. "I do believe that you have joined the wrong table. This is a planned dinner for one. Now would you be so kind as to find your proper table so that I may continue to enjoy my evening meal?"

I can only hope that he is not someone looking for some blind date. How terribly embarrassing for him if he was! With a fancy restaurant such as this; the very idea of such an idea is not an uncommon one.

Tag: Darth Nexion