FaustTower: Sanctum Landing
Faust stepped slowly out of the elevator, and immediately turned to a pair of diminutive green hominids, one glancing briefly at him, and then away in fright. Behind them, a pair of neglected braziers lit their surroundings with weak light, their dim red flames reflected by the polished sheen of his faceless head. The other Goblin's silhouette shifted as he crossed his arms, a pair of holsters hanging obviously from his hips. "So yer what, another humie?"
The goblin spit on the floor in a show of disrespect. His mind snapped to razor focus as the figure spoke. So they know what humans are, and there are others... But they don't know what I am. "Got enough o' them fleshbags for one day."
His came to an abrupt stop akin to a train crash. If he had blood, it would have run cold. But he didn't, and his mind returned to focus, peeling apart what the Goblin had just said. The other one, still cowering, muttered something unintelligible in an unmistakably conspiratorial tone.
"No. Not human. Not even close.
" He forced himself to respond. His 'new' voice was deep with a strange hollow reverberation, inhuman and borderline monstrous. The sting of yet another thing lost only made him angrier. So, he's "got enough" for one day, as if it were like fishing. Of little consequence to himself. Callous to people torn from their lives.
His fury built until it could barely be restrained, the feeling tension overwhelming any other sensation. He turned his gaze to his surroundings. There were many more goblins, scattered across the myriad levels and railings, all watching the goings-on. Beyond them, coffins lined the softly glowing walls. Realization hit as his gaze slowly drifted up and down the tower, with each floor having the same coffins lining the walls. It stretched on infinitely.
He slowly turned his head back to the Goblins, fists clenched. "I didn't climb out of a coffin, if that's what you're wondering.
" he clarified, his voice level, tone frigid. "I came from the very bottom... Tell me, are you the one in charge of...
" He swept an arm in a gesture towards the whole of the Tower. "...all of this?
" His last words came out in a hiss, his attention never leaving Gungun. He felt like his nerves were on fire, and the metal charms hanging around his waist began to rattle noisily. Are these Goblins the ones responsible for all of this?