11-04-2013, 10:01 AM
"Mr. Smith, your guest has arrived."
John took one last look around the room before Armande arrived. This was where their meeting would take place. John's staff clearly did the impossible when they transformed this vacant mansion into a home in 48 short hours. His loft had never been home. It served as a library, office, study, workshop, and crash-pad but it was never home.
The room was somewhat plainly furnished today. Two nice chairs facing each other with a coffee table in between them. Two display stands shared the room, each stand had two stone tablets on them.
On the first table stood the two tablets that John had already translated. Both of these two tablets were in Egyptian hieroglyphics, Sumerian cuneiform, Greek, an obscure Hebrew dialect, and a language that John had never encountered. Written over 2000 years before either Greek or Hebrew were supposed to exist as a languages.
One of the tablets on the second table was written entirely in this unknown language. On the top of the tablet was a picture of an ouroboros. John couldn't help but think that the picture had an ominous meaning in itself. The second tablet looked to be a map of a planet. Could it have been what our world used to look like before some catastrophic event from the past?
When the door knocked, John answered it personally. He had no misconceptions about this meeting. He was not here to impress nor to be impressed. This meeting was to access either a future ally or a future enemy. The only reason that John could believe for this meeting was his recent discovery, so John made these tablets the centerpiece of the room.
"Good morning, Armande. Welcome to my home."
John offered his guest his hand and led him into the meeting room. John was somewhat surpised by Armande. The man was maybe 20 years John's senior but appeared to be in perfect shape. The man had a presence that one would expect on a world leader or a seasoned general. He had a focus about him. The man seemed to notice everything around him at the merest glance. Armande was like a specialized tool forged to accomplish a specific purpose and furthermore, that tool seemed exceptionally honed with use.
John prayed that this meeting would end amicably. Armande seemed to be the kind of man who would make either the staunchest of allies or the bitterest of enemies.
"Can I offer you anything to drink? I assume that these are the purpose of our meeting?"
Edited by doulou, Nov 4 2013, 02:28 PM.
John took one last look around the room before Armande arrived. This was where their meeting would take place. John's staff clearly did the impossible when they transformed this vacant mansion into a home in 48 short hours. His loft had never been home. It served as a library, office, study, workshop, and crash-pad but it was never home.
The room was somewhat plainly furnished today. Two nice chairs facing each other with a coffee table in between them. Two display stands shared the room, each stand had two stone tablets on them.
On the first table stood the two tablets that John had already translated. Both of these two tablets were in Egyptian hieroglyphics, Sumerian cuneiform, Greek, an obscure Hebrew dialect, and a language that John had never encountered. Written over 2000 years before either Greek or Hebrew were supposed to exist as a languages.
One of the tablets on the second table was written entirely in this unknown language. On the top of the tablet was a picture of an ouroboros. John couldn't help but think that the picture had an ominous meaning in itself. The second tablet looked to be a map of a planet. Could it have been what our world used to look like before some catastrophic event from the past?
When the door knocked, John answered it personally. He had no misconceptions about this meeting. He was not here to impress nor to be impressed. This meeting was to access either a future ally or a future enemy. The only reason that John could believe for this meeting was his recent discovery, so John made these tablets the centerpiece of the room.
"Good morning, Armande. Welcome to my home."
John offered his guest his hand and led him into the meeting room. John was somewhat surpised by Armande. The man was maybe 20 years John's senior but appeared to be in perfect shape. The man had a presence that one would expect on a world leader or a seasoned general. He had a focus about him. The man seemed to notice everything around him at the merest glance. Armande was like a specialized tool forged to accomplish a specific purpose and furthermore, that tool seemed exceptionally honed with use.
John prayed that this meeting would end amicably. Armande seemed to be the kind of man who would make either the staunchest of allies or the bitterest of enemies.
"Can I offer you anything to drink? I assume that these are the purpose of our meeting?"
Edited by doulou, Nov 4 2013, 02:28 PM.