06-29-2014, 09:00 PM
Elias pushed open the door and handed it off to Tony with less chivalry than when he had held it for the redhead. Granted, Tony was a nice looking fellow, but he simply wasn't Elias' type. Then again, Eli wasn't sure he had a "type." Luckily, as quickly as the thought grew, it faded in lieu of far more interesting conversation.
Tony's story gave Eli quite a lot to consider as someone dear to him had disappeared for no apparent reason. He was convinced his uncle's catastrophe had nothing to do with the everyday shipwreck it supposedly was. Here Tony was telling him of others suffering the same fate. Could his uncle have been involved in a similar plot? The victim of a similar extermination?
Elias wasn't a cold hearted bastard, though. Despite the introversion of his thoughts. "I'm sorry for your loss,"
he offered, semi-uncomfortable to share the obligatory sympathies. He was glad to move on.
To be honest, he wasn't sure if he would be against the revelation of people like them. However, Elias wasn't sure he was ready for the world to turn their attention on him. Not yet.
"No offense, but desperate madmen tend to get things done. Being desperate and all."
The prelude to his story fell flat. Regret and pain did not fill the timbre of his story as it had Tony's. Elias faced frustration and unquenched curiosity. Revenge was thoughts for the future. It was worthless to waste time calculating vengeance for an unidentified adversary.
"You said people like us disappear. My uncle disappeared at sea working for scientists from Wellington and Moscow. I don't know what he was seeking, but it was powerful and he was obsessed with the discovery. Fifty years ago, something similar happened. The only survivor is locked away in a mental hospital. I exhausted all leads in Wellington. Which leaves Moscow."
Tony's story gave Eli quite a lot to consider as someone dear to him had disappeared for no apparent reason. He was convinced his uncle's catastrophe had nothing to do with the everyday shipwreck it supposedly was. Here Tony was telling him of others suffering the same fate. Could his uncle have been involved in a similar plot? The victim of a similar extermination?
Elias wasn't a cold hearted bastard, though. Despite the introversion of his thoughts. "I'm sorry for your loss,"
he offered, semi-uncomfortable to share the obligatory sympathies. He was glad to move on.
To be honest, he wasn't sure if he would be against the revelation of people like them. However, Elias wasn't sure he was ready for the world to turn their attention on him. Not yet.
"No offense, but desperate madmen tend to get things done. Being desperate and all."
The prelude to his story fell flat. Regret and pain did not fill the timbre of his story as it had Tony's. Elias faced frustration and unquenched curiosity. Revenge was thoughts for the future. It was worthless to waste time calculating vengeance for an unidentified adversary.
"You said people like us disappear. My uncle disappeared at sea working for scientists from Wellington and Moscow. I don't know what he was seeking, but it was powerful and he was obsessed with the discovery. Fifty years ago, something similar happened. The only survivor is locked away in a mental hospital. I exhausted all leads in Wellington. Which leaves Moscow."