Brief Intermission of Words
Why is this something that he even had to do..? Tonight of all nights?
The strange looking sableye leaned down, over the unconscious body of the too pale sneasler, pool of superficial blood forming almost a crown around his head, and with a sigh- he plucked the playing card he had thrown (maybe a bit too hard) out of the back top of his head.
All the while thinking.. Why tonight of all nights? It was this sableye's job to make sure things ran smoothly, to take care of any problems that ran amok. Anything that was brought to his attention, stacks and stacks of paperwork filled with reports that listed out problems. He spent nights in a row working through it, and yet it kept growing.. And yet, he never stopped. Breaks were nonexistant. Did ghosts even need to sleep?
Maybe that logic would apply more, if he was ever a ghost. Tangible flesh held the bloodied card in his hand. Webbed fins inbetween fingers should have made twirling it between them a problem, yet somehow he managed. A distraction. It helped his sleep deprived brain think. How many nights has it been this time? Three or so. He'd never admit how tired he was.
"Too much trouble.." He muttered under his breath, almost biting his tongue in the process. "You're too much trouble, yet.."
Yet they kept him around. Why? Well.. For starters, it would take so much 'mon power to even consider taking him down. Holy was so rare, even with the resources they had at their disposal. Even with the help of the other councils', goodwill could only extend so far.
Alli? He was too much a threat. So, the poor strange looking sableye with too much work always on his hands got shafted with the miserable excuse for a vampire.
The sableye stared down at him as he stood up once more, nudging him with a foot to make sure he was still alive. The twitch he got back in response told him what he needed.
Tonight was important, and so Alli couldn't have his way of traipsing around causing a scene. The heads of the council were to be here relatively soon, and if they saw him and.. The godsawful signs, it would be on the head of the one responsible for cleaning up such messes.
Another sigh wracked its way out of the ghost-not-ghost's mouth, passing by so many sharpened teeth.
The signs were acquired after a bit of trudging over to where they were thrown so haphazardly, and then they were thrown again atop the sleeping sneasler. Task completed, slightly shaking hands reached into one of the pouches on his belt to pull out a whistle.
Specialty of the council. A tune was played, one that held a morose between the soft notes, and then.. Nothing.
"You're lucky," The sableye started, "That I'm even sending you home. For all the trouble you've given me, I should leave you out to rot."
The words weren't said with any tone of malice, rather an apathetic tangle of something. Anger never once came to his mind. There was a point one reached where they come to the realization anger does nothing but prolong the problem.
Suddenly, just as he went to put the flute back away ever so carefully, a group of cutiefly appeared. They spun around him, brightly lit, waiting for something. Their colors bounced off his skin, revealing that it was in fact, more scale than skin. Something that couldn't be deciphered in the dark.
"Take Alli home, if you would." He muttered. "And be quick about it. We have to prepare yet."
The cutiefly broke off from their circle almost rythmically, flitting over to the unconscious 'mon, circling around him now. From what seemed to be the wind, a call. Several voices almost speaking as one.