[All things considered, a few years or even a few decades spent here was nothing to Balem. But, an Abrasax should not be kidnapped without consequence, and fighting for the fate of this world wasn't something that enthused him, not when he had world of his own to manage. Safe to say, he was in a bit of a sour mood (but how that differed from his regular mood, most couldn't tell).
That didn't stop him from indulging in some food and drink, however. As uncouth as this situation was, the food was good. If he deemed the feast inadequate, he would have gladly sat in the corner and sulked to himself. As is, he takes a seat alone and eats, his movements so smooth they're almost fluid. Tens of thousands of years of refinement wasn't for nothing.
Spotting a wayward imp sneaking towards his wine glass, he swats it away, hand heavy with ornate rings and jewels.]
Away with you.
[His voice is barely even a whisper, but the swat seems to have gotten his point across well enough and the imp scampers off.]
[02]
[It was distressing to be trapped in a world that seemed so underdeveloped. Although there was some sort of power here that didn't seem to come from scientific advancement (Balem hesitated to say 'magic' because the word still seemed ridiculous to him) for the most part it seemed so crude.
This was the only place the one piece of technology he had on him - the one piece he always had on him - even worked, for some strange reason it seemed to die completely when he left. He ran one long fingernail over it, the node beneath his ear that performed so many convenient functions, but he couldn't contact anyone from home with it, nor could he project himself outside of the station.
Instead he stood alone, sorting through tiny holograms of stars and planets muttering to himself about contracts and negotiations and whether or not all his affairs were in order. If anyone could reduce the vastness of the universe to a mere business inventory, it was Balem.]
Balem Abrasax / Jupiter Ascending / Unseelie
[All things considered, a few years or even a few decades spent here was nothing to Balem. But, an Abrasax should not be kidnapped without consequence, and fighting for the fate of this world wasn't something that enthused him, not when he had world of his own to manage. Safe to say, he was in a bit of a sour mood (but how that differed from his regular mood, most couldn't tell).
That didn't stop him from indulging in some food and drink, however. As uncouth as this situation was, the food was good. If he deemed the feast inadequate, he would have gladly sat in the corner and sulked to himself. As is, he takes a seat alone and eats, his movements so smooth they're almost fluid. Tens of thousands of years of refinement wasn't for nothing.
Spotting a wayward imp sneaking towards his wine glass, he swats it away, hand heavy with ornate rings and jewels.]
Away with you.
[His voice is barely even a whisper, but the swat seems to have gotten his point across well enough and the imp scampers off.]
[02]
[It was distressing to be trapped in a world that seemed so underdeveloped. Although there was some sort of power here that didn't seem to come from scientific advancement (Balem hesitated to say 'magic' because the word still seemed ridiculous to him) for the most part it seemed so crude.
This was the only place the one piece of technology he had on him - the one piece he always had on him - even worked, for some strange reason it seemed to die completely when he left. He ran one long fingernail over it, the node beneath his ear that performed so many convenient functions, but he couldn't contact anyone from home with it, nor could he project himself outside of the station.
Instead he stood alone, sorting through tiny holograms of stars and planets muttering to himself about contracts and negotiations and whether or not all his affairs were in order. If anyone could reduce the vastness of the universe to a mere business inventory, it was Balem.]