Ic: Brykon peeled his white coat, brown with dirt and grime, off, tossed it to the marble floor and settled into a sofa. He heard Jin plop down near him and sigh gently.
"Well, looks like we're stuck waiting," she said quietly, not to Brykon or anyone in particular. "Let's hope dear Lia can keep her mouth shut until we're good and ready."
The colonel simply closed his eyes. He was tired, exhausted beyond compare. After expending much of his power in the fight against Turaga Nuju he was forced to flee in one of the most straining ways possible. The underground was a horrible place if you were lost, and while Brykon was never truly lost he still was not aware of where his path would take him. It was an entire day (or two -- time was hard to tell in the darkness) of slogging from glacial melt caverns though frigid streams to ice-encrusted passageways and into the muddy caves of Onu-Wahi. Finally, he emerged into a mining shaft and followed the sounds of work to the access tunnels and then to Onu-Koro. But in the end, the nonstop marching had only washed the remaining energy within him away.
As he saw with shut eyes he couldn't help himself from feeling the fatigue push him further into darkness. His body begged for sleep but his mind said no! Protesting his body aches, he brain listened to everything about him: The ticking of the grandfather clock against the wall, the soft tinkle of crystal above him, spurred to reaction from the soft whir of the ventilation fan, the clopping of ussals on cobblestone and the grind of coach wheels behind it... the gentle steps of a servant.
• • •
"Madam Aurelia, there's a man and a Vortixx waiting for you in the drawing room."
"Oh?" she said, somewhat surprised at the abrupt mention of guests when she was still in her garage, not even into her house itself. "I'm in no mood for them now," she explained. "Prepare the bath and start my meal, I will see the guests in due t--"
"They used the passcode,"the butler interjected.
Aurelia's tone and expression changed instantly. "Ah. Well, then I will see them now."
• • •
"Your coffee, porter and, ah, 'short stack of smiley-face chocolate chip pankakes,' sir," the woman said as she set the tray down and served the wares.
Brykon sat up as if he were being attacked. "Uh, thanks," he muttered. He held up a pair of digits to the woman: "Two forks." She complied and turned away. Sitting up and looking at the food stuffs before hm, he pushed one cup of coffee to Jin and used a fork to slice through the middle of the pancakes. "After all those blended drinks you had, you need to be as refreshed as possible," he explained, placing a fork in her direction, too. "Eat. You need protein in you, too."