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A Master's Next Charge

A condescending aura seemed to be wafting through the home, influenced greatly by the host who had made it his abode. Footsteps, crisp and loud, echoed throughout the halls, sometimes being magnified by the shape of the room, other times falling to a quiet whisper.

Never the less, soon enough the pristine guardian had arrived at the large entrance that accented the beginning of his domain, opening both doors with an easy heave and exertion of impeccable strength. Of course, he was slightly early in his welcome, new slave having not yet arrived on the grounds, but said guardian was in a mood where he felt behind, meaning everything must be done slightly before it had to be.

Omniscience was a gift and a curse, with right now it feeling like the latter in more ways then one. Gloved hands clasped behind the back of his suit, a small breeze flinging his coat up and behind him in bursts, revealing his trusty weapon being attached at his hip.

All he could do was wait now, even if that was what he did all the time anyway.

[necronician]

It would be a lie if Liethe said he wasn't at least a tiny bit nervous. Not nervous for his own performance - he'd be impeccable, as always, let's not be silly - but rather for just how it would go over in general. He'd never had subjects delivered to him willingly. Well, okay. Probably not willingly. At all. He'd always had to go out and hunt his own 'prey', always had to subdue them one way or another (his harpoon was resting easily against the back wall, kept out of his syllladex just in case) and drag them back to his hive.

But this. A rare opportunity had presented itself to Liethe, and here he was - wiping down his instruments for the twentieth time, re-arranging everything just-so. The provided room was wonderful, really. Built to his specifications: half of it was nearly a computer lab, and the other half was a human-like bedroom. There was a pailing slat (something most humans, he learned, called a 'bed') and a recuperacoon off to the side. A small kitchen-like area as well as a hygiene block for cleaning up. Including an extra deep bathtub to allow the seadweller to feel a bit more 'at home'. As per his request he'd integrated some of his own computer system into the room's intranet, and had brought his horn-mounted computer with him. It was his only means of communication with his lusus, afterall.

The knock on his door pulled him from his monotonous tidying, and he checked his watch. A wide, gap-fanged smile took over his face. Punctual. He liked punctual.

"One moment, if you will," he called to the door, hastily making sure he looked his best for the newcomer. His mind raced. What would he even do first? With the press of a button the door slid open easily, and the seadweller's gaze was traded between the two guards that held his struggling new friend. "Gentlemen," he beamed quietly. Bespectacled eyes fell to the wriggling troll. "And a special hello to you too. I do hope you find my quarters... accommodating." He stepped back a little and made a small sweeping motion with his hand, indicating the newcomer could enter - or be thrown in, if necessary. "Please, come in."