"Major Ocelot," said Adamska belatedly, introducing himself, although the apparition's benevolent nod came almost too quickly, leading him to believe his name was already known.
He crossed the room slightly and turned back, pacing haltingly as the Fury chatted up a storm with the Great Ephemeral, pausing now and again to narrow his eyes.
It was a lot to take in at a glance, but Ocelot didn't waste time being impressed with the inexplicable. There was too much of it around, and it was almost never relevant.
He considered lingering to observe the enigma that was the Sorrow, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be going anywhere from Groznyj Grad just yet. He'd seen him twice now, after all, and ghosts had a way of hanging around.
Hence the concept of haunting.
And this seemed like about as graceful an exit from an audience with the Rocketeer as he could have asked for. The cosmonaut's fascination and attention were childlike and wholly invested in the hovering form.
After a moment he clapped his hands together once and tilted his head, smirking.
"Obviously there's a lot to catch up on here, comrade cosmonaut, comrade...Sorrow. And our business is taken care of. I've got men to command this afternoon, if you'll excuse me."
He sauntered to the door, with the chink of spurs in his wake, and paused his hand on the knob, offering a sly, abrupt smile.
"Oh...but you will let me know about Krauss, won't you, comrade?"
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Date: 2006-10-31 04:06 pm (UTC)He crossed the room slightly and turned back, pacing haltingly as the Fury chatted up a storm with the Great Ephemeral, pausing now and again to narrow his eyes.
It was a lot to take in at a glance, but Ocelot didn't waste time being impressed with the inexplicable. There was too much of it around, and it was almost never relevant.
He considered lingering to observe the enigma that was the Sorrow, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be going anywhere from Groznyj Grad just yet. He'd seen him twice now, after all, and ghosts had a way of hanging around.
Hence the concept of haunting.
And this seemed like about as graceful an exit from an audience with the Rocketeer as he could have asked for. The cosmonaut's fascination and attention were childlike and wholly invested in the hovering form.
After a moment he clapped his hands together once and tilted his head, smirking.
"Obviously there's a lot to catch up on here, comrade cosmonaut, comrade...Sorrow. And our business is taken care of. I've got men to command this afternoon, if you'll excuse me."
He sauntered to the door, with the chink of spurs in his wake, and paused his hand on the knob, offering a sly, abrupt smile.
"Oh...but you will let me know about Krauss, won't you, comrade?"