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~{Forgotten Prison, Rampart}~
A cold wind blew, smoothly washing across the stone floors before leaving through the large section of missing ceiling. The five stories of prison cells were calm and silent. Darkness blanketed the central area all the way down to the bottom floor; an ominous promise of surprise for any who never noticed any of the numerous holes in the walkways that would drop them straight to the bottom. A scratch echoed off the thick walls while the moon hung overhead in the never-ending night of the region, staring down into the holey rooftops. Another scratch and a flicker of flame came up in a dark corner near the eastern stairwell. The match burned for a second as a pair of thin eyes stared at the light of the fire for a lingering moment. The match went out with a shake once used to light the noisy lantern in the other hand.
A deep and exasperated sigh rushed out from between gritted teeth. The pearly white shined in an orange hue from the glowing lantern. The entity began to walk, the sounds of each step gnawing at their ears for extended seconds before being drowned out by the newest step. The lantern swung up and near the opened door to a cell as the figure paused, peering inside. A human male was laying on a rotted cot, eyes closed. But it was quite clear he was awake as his head bobbed in motion, relaxed upon the forearms crossed underneath his head and multi-colored mohawk. The thin wire and headphones he wore gave clear reason for the motions of his head, though a pause and a moment of listening would allow the sounds of human music being played under the muffling of the headphones.
There was a sound of glass shattering and flames bursting with ambient life for a quick second. "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" The sharp howl of pain echoed loudly throughout the entire prison in its dead silence.
Some couple of buildings away, in the west wing of the decaying facility, a pair of figures looked up for a moment to the echoes of the pained cry. The female shook her head, sighing. "There goes Doider again..." She turned around in the light of the dozens of candles that lit up the spacious office of the former warden. "Should I?..."
"No need. He shall be fine on his own for now." The smiling gentleman spoke, sitting comfortably in the dusty leather chair behind a brown, wooden desk that was covered equally with dust. Each breath he let out would shoot a thin trail of dust up into the air, but yet the dust would just move of its own volition to return to the desk. And despite the equally unclean shape of the floor, there were no footprints in the dust. "I will be sending him out to rejoin Salt very soon, so I will see to it when I have another talk with him... Now, children, please do report."
The two figures standing before the gentleman visibly stiffened as the middle aged man moved forward, leaning into his elbows while crossing his fingers between each hand. They hesitated for a few seconds as he continued to smile, his eyes unseen behind his bright shades. Though a thick eyebrow clearly arched as he regarded their silence, which spurred their forms back to life. "Master," the woman spoke first, with a repeated version coming from the male as the two bowed forward in respect. She then continued on her own. "Salt has confirmed what we had suspected: The eastern tower was indeed located nearby to that human school you encountered months ago. It is likely to not be a coincidence..."
"I agree," the male stated, his gaze kept low and toward the ground, fearful to ever gaze near the eyes of his lord. "Humans live such fragile lives. It is likely the creators of the school could feel the nearby essence of the tower and felt the school could be used to observe it should any venture near it. With how short they live, they are prone to prepare faster for possible future outcomes."
The gentleman nodded, his smile spreading out even further. "I would not fault them for such insight. Even inferior life forms can learn tact from time to time... But we shall presume that they are ignorant of the tower's significance to our ilk. No matter when the school was constructed, the tower far exceeds their presence in the territory. And humans cannot awaken it, much less record details of what it contains... Though they will investigate when it has been activated. Which will occur the moment Salt enters the tower, so we will need to prepare for their interference."
"Shioko," the female bowed as her master spoke her name. She quickly replied. "Hai, Avaron-dono!"
"Shiokara," this time the male bowed in his respect. "Hai, Avaron-dono!"
He silently chuckled behind his teeth. "Observe the events that transpire within that tower. If requested, aid Doider and Salt. But only retrieve Doider if the situation calls for it... Though that is highly doubtful." A malicious grin suddenly emerged from the thin smile of his lips, causing the twins to shake without even seeing the expression. "Salt has his orders and I shall see to Doider right now..."
"Hai!" The twin demons spoke at once, quickly turning to leave the office. Avaron remained seated while watching the door to the office. His calm smile was once again plastered upon his face, his right index finger slowly strumming over a knuckle on his left hand. He slowly tilted his head, looking onto the wall.
"Eavesdropping is quite rude, my boy..." A sharp squeal resonated through the wall as the person on the other side suddenly jumped in surprise. Two seconds later and Doider ran into the office, his lanky, pale skin mildly burnt in several places from having a lit lantern thrown at him. He gave a lazy salute, the chain of his steel collar clanking loudly with every slightest motion. "You must know what you are to do..." The human nodded his affirmation. "Then here," Avaron sat back into his chair, opening a drawer to toss a glass vial to his servant. Doider caught it effortlessly before popping the lid off and gulping down the green liquid. "Now, go meet up with Salt. He could use your assistance once the humans know what we are doing..."
Doider spun on his heel, the chain of his collar twisting around his right side with the motion. After hopping over the length of it that sprawled across the floor, he began running out of the office. His feet were inaudible under the heavy noise of his chain clanking and banging along every nearby surface. Avaron leaned forward again and stared into nothing within the light of the numerous candles. His lips puckered as he softly blew out a breath, every last candle in the room suddenly going out at once amidst the soft chuckle of his voice.
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