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It has been five years since Dottore last visited his homeland. This time he was not here for experimenting in blasphemy or to research Elezar. He was simply here on an escort mission. He breathes deeply and looks up, the sky was beginning to turn into a collusion of many shades of red.
He likes red.
Its the color of blood, the very thing that keeps creatures alive and the very thing he spills a lot in his experiments. This color adorns humans in every emotion and its fun to decipher their exact feelings. Seeing this color always puts him in a good mood but toady it had no such effect on him.
“…Onwards to our next agenda, we have received communication with the Dendro archon, she agreed to cooperate with us. For the war we are to wage against the heavens we shall require the brightest and strongest of Tevat here." The Jester drawls out to address his fellow harbingers.
“Dottore you are to handle the Sumeru exchange.”
“What, after what happened last time you wish for me to go back there?”
"Oh is our resident mad scientist scared of some little raddish"
"Mind you visionless banker, I managed to get not one but two gnosis' from Buer"
“And it is precisely why you should go there”, Perrio replies calmly but there was a sense of urgency and tiredness in his voice. They cannot afford to waste any more time.
The Doctor let out a huff, “Fine, I shall be on my way then”.
The bridge hanging between two trees was visible in the distance suggesting that Port Ormos was nearing. The Doctor glanced down at the parchment which dictated the reasons for his visit.
‘As per the rainbow treaty…
resources are to be freely exchanged between regions….
abyssal foothold….
renowned architect Kaveh….’
KAVEH
He was rereading the parchment for the nth time today because his heart felt a little pang whenever he read that name. The doctor had never heard that name before his meeting with Peirro so he was unsure why he felt like this. He had asked his minions to find out more about this Kaveh person and in the limited time all they got was his occupation, he is a renowned architect, his whereabouts, he shares a house with the ex scribe, his academia life, he is a genius graduate of Kasharvar and that’s it. According to them he was in the desert during their false god operation so it’s unlikely that he have encountered him then. Yet this feeling gnawed at him.
Why, what is he missing?
His thoughts came to an abrupt halt as the ship docked. His entourage of two fatui bodyguards and one records keeper quickly got off and were greeted by a young woman in academia’s scholar uniform.
“Hello, I am here to attend our Snezhnayan guests as per Lesser Lord Kusanali’s order, she gestures with her hands, “please follow me”.
Sanctuary of Surasthana was as grand as he remembered except the huge square table set up in the middle along with four personnel’s. Two sitting and two standing.
The white haired short guy with a very peculiar head accessory, the general mahamatra he recalls, is standing in front of them along with a similar statured boy in funny round hat.
They both have same expressions on their faces, Repulsed.
Dottore smirks at them and bows slightly, "May I ask these gentlemen to let me meet you Lesser Lord." He says to the tiny girl sitting at the table facing a blonde man whose head was down.
"May I hang him by his toenails? Nahida", asks the Hat Guy.
Nahida lets out a breath n folds her arm, "We discussed this already", the two guys exhale and move away to stand behind their archon but their expressions remains the same. Dottore smirks and sits himself at the right side while his bodyguards stand behind him. The record keeper occupies the remaining seat.
“Then shall we proceed”, he sports his most charming smile towards the dendro archon as if last time he wasn’t made to kill his segments for a chess piece.
“First let me introduce you”, she looks across the table with warmth and protection, “This is our Light of Kasharvar, Kaveh”
The blond head lifts and scarlet meets carmine
“Beautiful”
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