Makai City, Avalia, 9 E 261
Makai Palace, Royal Barracks, 7:13AMish
"Death is not the end for you, I have seen to it. For eternity, you are mine!"
Normally, Vayne is a man who is quick to complain about something that is bothering him, though with a certain issue, this is not the case. For a long while now, he had found he was plagued by nightmares that always threatened him with an eternity of despair or some other nonsense. He has never once spoke about this matter to another living soul, and has no plans to do so. But still, he was at least a solid 70% sure that this was not normal, that people weren't supposed to repeatedly have nightmares that sound so much like threats. So what made him different than all of the others? His initial hypothesis was that maybe it had something to do with being a necromancer. That maybe dead people don't appreciate his using their bodies for his own gain, or the sort. But he had never head about similar situations from any other necromancer he had met in his life, so it was unlikely. Another theory was that he was going insane and was no longer mentally fit as a human being. This, of course, would likely be the first conclusion people would reach if he spoke about it, which is partially the reason why he doesn't. Yet he also felt like he wasn't insane either. Unless enjoying puns had become something only a madman could do, then he wasn't crazy.
So, what was it?
He had decided not to think too hard about it. If those voices wanted to say mean things, then they could say mean things. Until they actually did something, he had no reason to really worry about it, right? If all their talk is about damnation after he dies, then he can wait until after he dies to bother. But right now, someone was knocking on his door.
"Barton, if you really got drunk the night before, I'll beat you 'til you can't even remember your name!"
Ah, the sound of a true friend.
Judging by the obnoxious banging of his door alone, he could tell exactly who it was that was waking him up. It was his fellow royal guard, Luna. She seemed to be in a hurry, for some odd reason. Was there something important going on? There had to be, otherwise she would probably not be bugging him. "If you dare be lazy as usual, I'll really make sure you get a fitting pun-ishm-" she continued as she knocked, catching herself mid-pun. But the damage was done, and there was no taking it back now. A small smile crept up Vayne's face as he imagined just the sort of face she was making right now. She was probably definitely embarrassed beyond belief. "Ugh, you're infecting even me. Make sure you get to the docks on time, okay?" she finished with one last knock before apparently disappearing.
So that's what it was. That journey began today? What a pain...
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There was little to say about the docks and the people that worked and moved within them. They were there, some did jobs, some ran around, and others did nothing. Vayne did not see any reason to get so excited about this, though that was the case with just about anything, really. Still... why the Princess seemed to enjoy work or the thought of it was beyond him. Work was effort, and effort was tiring. He would much rather relax and take a nap, threatening dreams and all. Well, it was not like he particularly cared whether the Princess found work interesting at all or not, so long as he didn't end up being forced to do more things because of it.
More important than the Princess' personal interests was the hidden war already taking place right behind her back before this journey had even began. Though the Princess herself had not seen the cold glare that Luna was sending the poor robed servant, Vayne did. He sighed audibly and shrugged his shoulders as they walked. "You know, you were a lot more punny this morning, lighten up." he told Luna, not bothering to be very quiet about it. He would not let her live that down, in any case.