Seismic Activity (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Seismic Activity (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A luncheon date
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs.
Notes: Now that Ganesh is Lord of Destruction he has the power to trigger minor earthquakes. Since my mind works the way it does, this is what followed….
The headquarters of the Eastern Kingdom, were it actually located in the world, would be one of its wonders.
It stands 173 stories high, the product of the best godly architects of the Eastern Pantheon, and all the genius and experience of the engineers of the angelic Legion.
Although the building is held erect by pure earth physics, times being what they are, certain magical spells and charms have been lent to its defenses. The building should weather not only earthquakes, typhoons, hurricanes, tornadoes and tsunamis, but it is also almost completely impervious to such nuisances as siege by demon hoards, siren songs, monkeys paw curses, and robot unicorn assaults.
It is, in short, a very safe place.
Although this information was known, and known very well, to the being sitting in the waiting room on the 173rd floor, he still became alert when he felt the tremor quietly rattle through the building. He looked up from the market reports on his electronic tablet to the rather lovely receptionist and said, “Well, that was a jolt.”
The receptionist smiled sweetly at him. It was rumored that Lord Ganesh offered his employees, in addition to their various salaries and bonuses, a rather generous clothing allowance, as it pleased him to see others dressed in fine attired. The receptionist probably would have appeared exceptionally gorgeous were she clad in a pillow sack. “We are quite safe here,” she assured him in a honey-smoked voice.
“Do you get earthquakes often in these parts?” asked the being in the waiting room.
The receptionist exchanged a small, amused glance with the other employee who had been leaning over her desk with some paperwork. He was every bit as beautiful as the receptionist, and just as impeccably attired.
“I believe,” said the receptionist, with the slightest of smiles, “that Lord Ganesh has a visitor at lunch today.”
The employee at the receptionist’s desk mimicked her slight, knowing smile, and departed. The being in the waiting room frowned, but, being given no further explanation, eventually returned to scanning the stock reports on his electronic tablet.
Some time later, the door to Lord Ganesh’s office opened. The doors opened via some kind of electronic mechanism, with barely a whisper of sound. The being in the waiting room looked up, more from the feeling of a slight breeze than the gentle sound.
There was a man in a grey suit standing in the middle of the doorway. He cast a glance over to Lord Ganesh himself, who was leaning casually against the side of the doorway. They said nothing, but held the glance for a long moment. Then the man in the grey suit smiled ever so slightly, and sauntered into the waiting area, and out towards the elevators.
“Lord Ganesh, your 2 o’clock is here,” said the receptionist, who had stood up, and now waved an elegantly-manicured hand towards the man in the waiting room.
“Your Lordship, so terribly pleased that you could come!” said Lord Ganesh, striding over to shake the being’s hand. “I hope you didn’t wait too terribly long! Won’t you come in?”
“Uh, no, you’re spot on time, actually,” muttered the being as he was ushered into the magnificent office.
“Please have a seat,” said Lord Ganesh, going around his desk to be seated.
The being immediately noticed it: it looked very out of place on the spotlessly neat desk.
Lord Ganesh spotted it as well, picking it up, and letting it twirl over his fingers. His face, the being thought, for a short moment passed into a sort of dreamy countenance. And then he did not, as the being had expected, toss the object in the wastepaper basket, but rather opened a desk drawer and carefully placed it inside.
“So, what is on your mind?” Lord Ganesh asked, leaning forward, quite suddenly all business.
The being, not one who was easily rattled or sent off message, forced own sharp his mind to business as well. Though for the first few minutes of their conversation, and occasionally afterwards, his mind would drift back to the desk drawer, and the single silvery feather within.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A luncheon date
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs.
Notes: Now that Ganesh is Lord of Destruction he has the power to trigger minor earthquakes. Since my mind works the way it does, this is what followed….
The headquarters of the Eastern Kingdom, were it actually located in the world, would be one of its wonders.
It stands 173 stories high, the product of the best godly architects of the Eastern Pantheon, and all the genius and experience of the engineers of the angelic Legion.
Although the building is held erect by pure earth physics, times being what they are, certain magical spells and charms have been lent to its defenses. The building should weather not only earthquakes, typhoons, hurricanes, tornadoes and tsunamis, but it is also almost completely impervious to such nuisances as siege by demon hoards, siren songs, monkeys paw curses, and robot unicorn assaults.
It is, in short, a very safe place.
Although this information was known, and known very well, to the being sitting in the waiting room on the 173rd floor, he still became alert when he felt the tremor quietly rattle through the building. He looked up from the market reports on his electronic tablet to the rather lovely receptionist and said, “Well, that was a jolt.”
The receptionist smiled sweetly at him. It was rumored that Lord Ganesh offered his employees, in addition to their various salaries and bonuses, a rather generous clothing allowance, as it pleased him to see others dressed in fine attired. The receptionist probably would have appeared exceptionally gorgeous were she clad in a pillow sack. “We are quite safe here,” she assured him in a honey-smoked voice.
“Do you get earthquakes often in these parts?” asked the being in the waiting room.
The receptionist exchanged a small, amused glance with the other employee who had been leaning over her desk with some paperwork. He was every bit as beautiful as the receptionist, and just as impeccably attired.
“I believe,” said the receptionist, with the slightest of smiles, “that Lord Ganesh has a visitor at lunch today.”
The employee at the receptionist’s desk mimicked her slight, knowing smile, and departed. The being in the waiting room frowned, but, being given no further explanation, eventually returned to scanning the stock reports on his electronic tablet.
Some time later, the door to Lord Ganesh’s office opened. The doors opened via some kind of electronic mechanism, with barely a whisper of sound. The being in the waiting room looked up, more from the feeling of a slight breeze than the gentle sound.
There was a man in a grey suit standing in the middle of the doorway. He cast a glance over to Lord Ganesh himself, who was leaning casually against the side of the doorway. They said nothing, but held the glance for a long moment. Then the man in the grey suit smiled ever so slightly, and sauntered into the waiting area, and out towards the elevators.
“Lord Ganesh, your 2 o’clock is here,” said the receptionist, who had stood up, and now waved an elegantly-manicured hand towards the man in the waiting room.
“Your Lordship, so terribly pleased that you could come!” said Lord Ganesh, striding over to shake the being’s hand. “I hope you didn’t wait too terribly long! Won’t you come in?”
“Uh, no, you’re spot on time, actually,” muttered the being as he was ushered into the magnificent office.
“Please have a seat,” said Lord Ganesh, going around his desk to be seated.
The being immediately noticed it: it looked very out of place on the spotlessly neat desk.
Lord Ganesh spotted it as well, picking it up, and letting it twirl over his fingers. His face, the being thought, for a short moment passed into a sort of dreamy countenance. And then he did not, as the being had expected, toss the object in the wastepaper basket, but rather opened a desk drawer and carefully placed it inside.
“So, what is on your mind?” Lord Ganesh asked, leaning forward, quite suddenly all business.
The being, not one who was easily rattled or sent off message, forced own sharp his mind to business as well. Though for the first few minutes of their conversation, and occasionally afterwards, his mind would drift back to the desk drawer, and the single silvery feather within.
