Enclave, Entrap, Entertain

Janos Russo · 06-25-2011, 08:59 PM

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In Character

He would always be there for the younger male. While it seemed like sometimes he was spacey and off in his own world, he knew that Bastion knew that he would always be there. He was very in tune to the little sounds made by the smaller male and to the little gestures that he made, especially when they were simple for him to understand like holding Bastion’s hand or carrying him. Surprisingly, the male would actually prefer being in constant contact with his master. This way, he knew that if someone was trying to harm his master then he could more easily defend him or keep him from being stolen. But he knew that even he could not be around his master forever. After all, they each had their jobs to do so while he was around the cherub, he wanted to be sure that he did his very best to keep him from being hurt in any way. He led the way into the house and when he did, he was careful to keep looking for any sort of pit holes or rotten floorboards but not even one of them squeaked under his paws. It was a good sign, and made him feel a little better about having to leave Bastion up on this floor as he went down to the basement.

The loss of Bastion’s hand against his was difficult for him, the loss very harshly felt. But he had noticed that his cherub seemed to be growing tired, and the tall male gave him a little smile. ”You seem to be tired, master. After we find a suitable place we can go home okay?” He said to him, looking to his master as if his master was made out of solid gold. He would have suggested that they go home now but he doubted that the cherub would much like that, returning before the job was done. He would just have to help finish it and then go on home after that. After he released his master’s hand, he gave him a little bow before turning and going to the door that led down to the basement. It took a little coaxing from Janos, namely wrenching the door open before he allowed himself to descent into the bowels of the house. It was a pretty large basement, and his eyes peered through the surrounding dark cover to see that the area down there was a large, very large basement that would more than likely serve as a good area he supposed but it was a little too obvious. There needed to be something even deeper, something easier that could be hidden from any prying eyes.

Then a waft of cold air hit his nose, and ice cold eyes flickered around as he searched for the source of the breeze. Walking deeper into the basement, he came to a spot where his footfalls, usually silent, landed with a soft, hollow thump. Backing up a step, he tilted his head, closing his left eye as he let his right eye analyze the floor. Crouching beside it, he knocked around the floor until he came across the handle. Lifting it up, he opened up his other eye and climbed down the ladder to go down to the second basement. This looked to be a wine cellar, or what was once used as one. It was fairly large surprisingly and would be a good place to hide out. He felt proud of himself, hoping that he had done a good thing for his master. He found a potentially good place for him to do his work and the floorboards up in the first basement would be easy enough to cover and keep the cold air from rising too. All it would take was a little bit of care as far as screams were concerned but this seemed to be the perfect place. Perhaps it was a bit cold, dark, and damp for normal times but for an interrogation it was perfect. He silently walked around, his only companionship being the small pitter patter of scurrying mice as they ran from the natural predator.

Suddenly there was a soft sound that echoed even down to him and had his head turning towards the portal to the surface and he started to walk back that way. By the time he got back up to the main basement the whimper was louder and he knew the owner of that vocal, knew it better than he knew himself sometimes. He hurried up the stairs to the top floor. He didn’t see the cherub anywhere but a little bit of sleuthing with his sensitive nose led him right to where Bastion was, trying his hardest to open up a drawer it seemed. He went to his side, kneeling down beside him. He reached out to yank out the drawer. It took him a moment but he was able to pull it out so that the other could get into it. After he did it, he gave a little sigh, running a hand through his white hair before he turned to Bastion. ”I think that I found a good place, master. It’s down beneath the basement, it’s what I remember is called a wine cellar. Would you like to see it?” He asked him, seeming to be pleased with himself. He wanted his master to be happy and pleased with what he could do and so he wanted to show him in person.

But then something distracted him and he tilted his head to the side, looking at the drawer and then back up at the cherub. ”What’s in the drawer?” He asked as he turned his attention back to the thing that he had just pulled out for his master after interpreting the whine and Bastion’s position and determining what it was that he wanted. He stayed crouching beside him for another moment before his muscles began to burn in protest. Raising himself up so that he was standing, he continued to look down on the smaller male, standing beside him. Now that he was back beside his other half, his ears began to swivel around on his head, flicking back and forth as they searched for any sounds of anyone else approaching the area. So far there was no new scents on the wind and the other sounds in the gloomy lighting of the house were from the birds outside and every now and then the soft skittering of field mice. Not even the apocalypse could wipe out the vermin of the area after all.

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