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Post by Cherry on Dec 10, 2011 23:44:22 GMT -5
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LIVED IN PERFECT SYMMETRY, WHAT I DO, THAT WILL BE DONE TO ME
as the needle slips into the run out groove, love, maybe you'll feel it too
cas' i' mir
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[/b][/font][/center] x. The stars shone pale and silent as a sneer above, shrugging off the grip of the parchment coloured day. He traveled alone through the city, his lover unable to bear the blood that stained his hands, dragged down by the illness called guilt. It was a malady that had not yet threatened him, one that could never exist within his body, as more than a passing thought. Perhaps she would return to his side in a few days, after her sojourn in Court; if she did not, it wouldn't bother him. She was a poor replacement for someone - the someone he thought he probably should remember, but couldn't.
It was of no matter.
What he was going to do tonight, however, was; his plans to meet with Revien had been interrupted, the Camurael pleading off with a lie that Casimir couldn't care to remember. He suspected the true reason was that the man believed himself to be stalked, on the way to being assassinated. Whether it was true or not, he was unaware, and it irked him that he felt as though it was something he should know, if not actively carrying out.
Regardless, he was now left with nothing on his agenda. The city was alive with life tonight; vendors shouted out at him as he passed, but he paid them no attention, considering them unimportant. As Casimir looked around, he smiled. Eveintine was an odd city; nearly every shop or building was open, even at this late hour of night, while every other part of Erihall slept. Noravis, as comparison, was silent at this hour, house looming and filled with darkness.
Still, there was nothing that interested him - until he saw the sign for the library. It had the signs of being from the age of tech; slots were you could once return books lined the outside, next to place where screens may have once existed - or so he had been told. He was scarcely old enough to remember the flourishing days of Arieki's rule, even if his memory was not as riddled with holes as it was.
It may have been beautiful in it's time, but the building had fallen into some decay, causing him to cringe, imperceptibly, as he walked in; the buildings beside it were unsavory, if he were to chose a word that flattered them. He pulled his gloves a bit tighter on his fingers and selected a slender novel from a shelf, settling into a chair. This would serve to entertain for an hour or so.
[/size][/font] and maybe you'll find life is unkind and over so soon
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Oroan
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Post by Oroan on Dec 13, 2011 14:18:22 GMT -5
What a busy place. It's evening and yet everyone is out and about. This is why I can't stand living in a town of any sort, it's fun to visit, but being bombarded by all this every day would rive a person mad. Oroan thought as he made his way through the town and took in all the sights.
Of course this may be why things are in their present state, get enough people together in a place like this and something is bound to give... No matter what's done is done and in some ways the world might be better off for it. He thought as he rounded a corner.
He had been to Eveintine on more than one occasion during his life, though it had been nearly a hundred and fifty years sine he had last set foot in this town, naturally nobody here really recognized him as he walked along. His body build and his robes help in the dark, making him seem like an average human, keeping attention off of him, which he was thankful for.
Soon he reached the library and gave a sad smile as he looked upon it. Of all the things he missed from those glory days, it was the library that he missed the most. He ran his long fingers over the terminals remembering how he poured over so much information here. Though he was sad to see the library in this state, there was still something appealing about the ruined state, maybe it was the dormant knowledge still remaining with the smell only a passage of time can bring mingled with the scent of books long neglected, but Oroan felt right at home.
Then he noticed the signs that someone had recent been through here before him, maybe by only a half hour. He slitted eyes narrowed and he tensed his body out of reflex as he followed the slight disturbances in the dust that had settled until he could pick up the faint scent of someone nearby.
Moving quietly, he soon came to the doorway a reading area where a person sat in a chair reading a novel as if he were here in the library's heyday. At this Oroan could barely help to keep in a chuckle, there was something odd about the sight to be honest. He also noticed that this person wasn't likely a human, He had a trained eye and he would certainly guess that this man was a Folk, or at least had Folk blood within him, there was just something about his elegant appearance that seemed to be out of the human norm,. Not that this bothered Oroan, but he was very alert about these things and tried to take note of how to act around most other species.
Walking forward with a light step, enough top be heard, but not loud enough to startle someone, he approached the man in the chair.
"Considering the state of this building, you have an odd, but suitable choice of reading spots." He said as he entered the room, taking care to walk casually and present no threat, the last thing he was interested in was a conflict with someone. He was here to rest before moving on, not to stir up trouble.
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Post by Cherry on Dec 13, 2011 17:57:52 GMT -5
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LIVED IN PERFECT SYMMETRY, WHAT I DO, THAT WILL BE DONE TO ME
as the needle slips into the run out groove, love, maybe you'll feel it too
cas' i' mir
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[/b][/font][/center] x. He had expected the novel to be decent, if not a literary classic; it had turned out to be the opposite. Trite plots, inane characters; he was nearly to the point of ripping the book and leaving it to rot in the dust, order be damned, when he heard a caught breath, a footstep that was far too loud in the empty library. He adjusted the sound quality for himself, the previous amplification discarded. He set the wretched, disgusting book into his lap - while he preferred to be alone, boredom was clawing at his skull, and this company would be better than none.
Perhaps he could offer an opportunity - maybe even the same one as Revien. Wouldn't that be delightful?
"If you say so, stranger," He murmured casually, his voice lilting with a Ursyrean accent, his words precise, with smooth consonants, a contrast to the harsher Corinth that was so common. It was an accent that he was aware, intellectually, he should not have, having been born, supposedly, within Ibannon, but it came naturally to his tongue, all too easily conjured.
He looked up at the stranger - and was somewhat surprised to see a Camurael. They were hardly known for venturing from the cold, wretched country that was Colfay. He was humanoid, indicating he was likely to have a lower rank, though that was depth of his current knowledge on the mostly unknown species; it was something he thought he should know, again, the answers somewhere in the back of his mind, and -- he was forgetting his manners, now; that was hardly good of him.
"Detren ke Mentlr," Good Evening, Casimir said, politely, rising to his feet, "What brings you this night?"
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