The morning of the 16th starts out the same as most other mornings: Glacius rises bright and early, exchanges affections with his still half-asleep partner, goes through some stretching and breathing exercises in the light of the main room, and then sets out on his patrols throghout the city. It's his favorite time of day, because most of the other inhabitants of Hadriel are still in bed or just beginning to rise--which leaves the roads of the underground city mostly empty, and a sense of peace and quiet remains settled over the city.
That doesn't last long this morning, however, making it apparent that this is not going to be a normal day. The peace of the morning is displaced by a heavy shroud of dread, leaving even the stoic ice alien feeling tense and on edge. Something is wrong... he just can't place what. That only encourages him to be more adamant and thorough in his patrols; as a member of the Guard and a being who carried over a strong sense of duty and honor from his own world, it falls to him to figure out what is amiss and correct it.
It's as his circuit through the city takes him by the labs that the nature of the strange force makes itself known; perhaps the gods know of his distaste for this location and are trying to play a cruel joke on him. Whatever the reason is that the apparition chooses this moment to make its explosively loud and sudden entrance, the result is the same; it leaps out and howls at Glacius, and the alien, tense as he is, immediately turns around and swings at it with all his might. The phantom disappears as suddenly as it had appeared, however, and the only thing that the marshal's ice-coated fist collides with is a piece of lab equipment.
Glacius realizes his mistake as soon as he hears a loud and harsh crunching of metal from the force of his blow. The ice alien immediately draws his fist back, and his expression falls--of all the places for something like this to happen, it had to be where one of the people who dislikes him most works. Why did he agree to stop by here? Why did he let his partner convince him to fold this lab into his routine patrols?! It's only caused him trouble and discomfort, so far, and this is sure to make things worse. Marian doesn't need him to give her reason for her scathing judgments... but the alien doesn't have the slightest idea how to fix what he's done.
He has to at least try, tough. He can probably be heard in there, moving about trying to find some sort of equipment or tools, fretting quietly under his breath as he works.
Glacius | Closed to Alphys
That doesn't last long this morning, however, making it apparent that this is not going to be a normal day. The peace of the morning is displaced by a heavy shroud of dread, leaving even the stoic ice alien feeling tense and on edge. Something is wrong... he just can't place what. That only encourages him to be more adamant and thorough in his patrols; as a member of the Guard and a being who carried over a strong sense of duty and honor from his own world, it falls to him to figure out what is amiss and correct it.
It's as his circuit through the city takes him by the labs that the nature of the strange force makes itself known; perhaps the gods know of his distaste for this location and are trying to play a cruel joke on him. Whatever the reason is that the apparition chooses this moment to make its explosively loud and sudden entrance, the result is the same; it leaps out and howls at Glacius, and the alien, tense as he is, immediately turns around and swings at it with all his might. The phantom disappears as suddenly as it had appeared, however, and the only thing that the marshal's ice-coated fist collides with is a piece of lab equipment.
Glacius realizes his mistake as soon as he hears a loud and harsh crunching of metal from the force of his blow. The ice alien immediately draws his fist back, and his expression falls--of all the places for something like this to happen, it had to be where one of the people who dislikes him most works. Why did he agree to stop by here? Why did he let his partner convince him to fold this lab into his routine patrols?! It's only caused him trouble and discomfort, so far, and this is sure to make things worse. Marian doesn't need him to give her reason for her scathing judgments... but the alien doesn't have the slightest idea how to fix what he's done.
He has to at least try, tough. He can probably be heard in there, moving about trying to find some sort of equipment or tools, fretting quietly under his breath as he works.