Well, wasn't this pleasant? Vexen didn't expect to see such a long line as he approached the gates, but the sight pleased him nonetheless. No, he didn't mind waiting to enter the city; on the contrary, this gave him plenty of time to observe the masses that had gathered in front of tall, imposing gate. He had no idea if it was open beforehand, but he supposed it wasn't, or else a line of this length wouldn't have formed. It didn't matter now, the masses were trickling in like water.
The only reason he even bothered joining them was because, like the others, he too wanted to see what laid behind the gates. It must have been something quite splendid to draw this much people to it's borders, although they could have been entering merely because it was the only place to go, based on the bits and pieces of conversation he was hearing. He had no idea himself.
Still, the drone of conversation was only as interesting as the subject matter, and in a matter of minutes, Vexen found himself boredly crossing his arms and tuning everyone out as he waited to enter. Already, the masses at the gates were talking about nonsense that had no value to him whatsoever, and it was irritating. Others seemed to think so as well, sacrificing their place in line just to get away from the chatter.
Finally, after a calculated half hour wait, Vexen finally found himself being shoved through the gate, lips curling as he was finally received the very object he had been waiting for: a small blue box-like object. He didn't open it just yet; it was too crowded and he preferred to work in silence.
Vexen silently made his way through the gate, idly wondering if this place had a nice quiet library and maybe a coffee shop. He was already getting a headache from the constant chatter and caffeine deprivation.
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The only reason he even bothered joining them was because, like the others, he too wanted to see what laid behind the gates. It must have been something quite splendid to draw this much people to it's borders, although they could have been entering merely because it was the only place to go, based on the bits and pieces of conversation he was hearing. He had no idea himself.
Still, the drone of conversation was only as interesting as the subject matter, and in a matter of minutes, Vexen found himself boredly crossing his arms and tuning everyone out as he waited to enter. Already, the masses at the gates were talking about nonsense that had no value to him whatsoever, and it was irritating. Others seemed to think so as well, sacrificing their place in line just to get away from the chatter.
Finally, after a calculated half hour wait, Vexen finally found himself being shoved through the gate, lips curling as he was finally received the very object he had been waiting for: a small blue box-like object. He didn't open it just yet; it was too crowded and he preferred to work in silence.
Vexen silently made his way through the gate, idly wondering if this place had a nice quiet library and maybe a coffee shop. He was already getting a headache from the constant chatter and caffeine deprivation.