Post by Dermont Falin on Jan 18, 2014 0:25:40 GMT -8
Deep in the heart of France a man sits on the edge of an empty bed. The man removes a mask setting it next to him and begins to speak “The holidays are finally over trying to balance two social lives is a pain in the ass” he says into the darkness. Flopping back he closes his eyes and quickly falls asleep.
The room was large dark and cold a feeling of familiarity washed over the man sitting in the corner who was watching the young lady sitting at the table. The feeling of frustration begins to feel the man as he comes to the realization the no matter how much he picks at here shields they never seem to weaken enough for him to get into effect her magically. It was about that time that a servant walked into the room carrying a cold iron tray that contained a goblet of wine and plate of food. The man’s eyes focused on the women with her nose in a book as the cold iron gets closer to her, watching as she recoils from pain of it being in the same room as her. “Just put the food and wine over there and take the tray with you” she says gesturing to the end of the table trying to stay as far back as she could. After the other woman leaves the room Moira relaxes some with the tray no longer in her proximity taking a sip of wine she returns to the ever growing stack of books around her. The man pushes himself off the wall and slowly glides to stand in front of the table keeping his face masked in shadows. “Any luck yet? It seems that you have been at this for some time now” he says as a smile begins creeping across his face when she jump not noticing that he was there. “I’ll tell you what I have a few even older tomes hidden away in a different chamber to keep them safe I’ll pull them out and in the next day or so I’ll take you to that room so you can see if what you are looking for is in the older books” he says and begins to walk out of the room.
A knock at the door pulls the French men from his sleep “Jean-claude êtes-vous là? Aucune dissimulation de moi.” A smile slide over his face “well I guess the party is still going on.”
The room was large dark and cold a feeling of familiarity washed over the man sitting in the corner who was watching the young lady sitting at the table. The feeling of frustration begins to feel the man as he comes to the realization the no matter how much he picks at here shields they never seem to weaken enough for him to get into effect her magically. It was about that time that a servant walked into the room carrying a cold iron tray that contained a goblet of wine and plate of food. The man’s eyes focused on the women with her nose in a book as the cold iron gets closer to her, watching as she recoils from pain of it being in the same room as her. “Just put the food and wine over there and take the tray with you” she says gesturing to the end of the table trying to stay as far back as she could. After the other woman leaves the room Moira relaxes some with the tray no longer in her proximity taking a sip of wine she returns to the ever growing stack of books around her. The man pushes himself off the wall and slowly glides to stand in front of the table keeping his face masked in shadows. “Any luck yet? It seems that you have been at this for some time now” he says as a smile begins creeping across his face when she jump not noticing that he was there. “I’ll tell you what I have a few even older tomes hidden away in a different chamber to keep them safe I’ll pull them out and in the next day or so I’ll take you to that room so you can see if what you are looking for is in the older books” he says and begins to walk out of the room.
A knock at the door pulls the French men from his sleep “Jean-claude êtes-vous là? Aucune dissimulation de moi.” A smile slide over his face “well I guess the party is still going on.”