Random Kingdom
29-11-2005, 20:45
(OOC: This ties in with the other boring insignificant bits of monologue I've been floating around over the past three or so months. This time it's a full story with more than one post. Here goes...)
Cornia sat in his favourite faux-leather chair, admiring the view from his penthouse suite. Or, as he reminded himself, the Human Representative's suite. When he moved in it was still full of the previous HR's personal affects. He had "acquired" a few paintings, though the rest was returned to his wife. In his left hand was the skull that had been thrown into his transport pod a few weeks earlier. In the other hand was a knife thrown at him that very morning. Both had the same message etched in scratchy writing: "CORNIA EYRIE, YOU WILL DIE".
Some years ago, an attempt on his life was made, and his security found plans for another assassination in a briefcase on the foyer. Nobody ever cheered him on as he drove or walked past the Residential Block, and his public addresses were scantly received. Eyrie sadly concluded that he was the black sheep of the office, the one nobody wanted, the hot potato.
And it was then that a black ball smashed through his window, narrowly missing his head, shattered on the carpet and expelled a massive fountain of flame upwards and outwards. This was another attempt to kill Eyrie - an incendiary bomb. The doors were locked shut, apparently due to a computer glitch, and in panic, Eyrie dropped the knife, slashing his left leg.
Eyrie was suddenly overcome by a combination of despair, depression, grief (his wife had died a few days earlier in suspicious circumstances), paranoia and shock, and the mindset that followed saw him jumping out of the broken window, and landing safely on the balcony below.
From that day forward, the Human Representative was no longer the savant that landed him his high seat.
Cornia sat in his favourite faux-leather chair, admiring the view from his penthouse suite. Or, as he reminded himself, the Human Representative's suite. When he moved in it was still full of the previous HR's personal affects. He had "acquired" a few paintings, though the rest was returned to his wife. In his left hand was the skull that had been thrown into his transport pod a few weeks earlier. In the other hand was a knife thrown at him that very morning. Both had the same message etched in scratchy writing: "CORNIA EYRIE, YOU WILL DIE".
Some years ago, an attempt on his life was made, and his security found plans for another assassination in a briefcase on the foyer. Nobody ever cheered him on as he drove or walked past the Residential Block, and his public addresses were scantly received. Eyrie sadly concluded that he was the black sheep of the office, the one nobody wanted, the hot potato.
And it was then that a black ball smashed through his window, narrowly missing his head, shattered on the carpet and expelled a massive fountain of flame upwards and outwards. This was another attempt to kill Eyrie - an incendiary bomb. The doors were locked shut, apparently due to a computer glitch, and in panic, Eyrie dropped the knife, slashing his left leg.
Eyrie was suddenly overcome by a combination of despair, depression, grief (his wife had died a few days earlier in suspicious circumstances), paranoia and shock, and the mindset that followed saw him jumping out of the broken window, and landing safely on the balcony below.
From that day forward, the Human Representative was no longer the savant that landed him his high seat.