Giles
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Post by Giles on Mar 9, 2008 6:29:09 GMT -5
*The girl shrugged, nodded, and disappeared. A few minutes later, Giles appeared from a back doorway, pulling on his suit jacket and straightening his tie and glasses.*
"Yes, mademoiselle? I am the manager, here. How may I help you?"
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Post by Evelyn on Jul 22, 2008 15:55:51 GMT -5
**NEW DAY** *Of course, day. Noon, in fact. After her brush with vampires, Evelyn was taking no chances. But it wouldn't be just that. She needed to know more about what she was up against, what her sister had had to face. She couldn't move about Paris in the dark (pun not intended) when it came to something so dangerous. And so this day found her perusing the occult section of the library, wondering what volume would bear the actual truth and what would simply be wild superstition or fantastical stories. She sighed. It would be a daunting task, be she refused not to be armed with at least knowledge of these things. *
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Post by Daniel on Apr 7, 2009 21:00:36 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
The library was not open at this hour, not that that was much of a hindrance to someone like Daniel. Locks were an easy obstacle to get around. Plus, he didn't need the lights on thanks to vampire vision, and he wouldn't be disturbed by anyone. The large, open space of the main room almost hummed with silence. And that was perfect.
Picking a corner table, he sat down, feet propped up, and dug in.
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Post by Armand on Apr 7, 2009 21:19:33 GMT -5
Of course, Daniel only thought he was alone. His maker stood in the stacks around the edges of the room, away from the tables and chairs that Daniel occupied, and ran a finger silently down the dusty spine of a book at eye level. Daniel seemed well, but Armand would have to judge for himself, every few nights for however long it took for the spark of paranoia that Claudia had ignited to die down again. It would have to be every few nights, for that was at least how long it took Armand to find him without the benefit of sensing his fledgling's mental presence.
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Post by Daniel on Apr 7, 2009 21:25:53 GMT -5
He'd been engrossed enough in what he was reading to not have noticed another supernatural presence nearby. But, when it finally did filter through, it caused a little chill to go down his spine. He glanced up from the open book in his hands, eyes scanning the surrounding stacks. He couldn't see anything...
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Post by Armand on Apr 7, 2009 21:36:55 GMT -5
Just because Armand couldn't connect with his mind didn't mean he couldn't trick Daniel's eyes like any other blooddrinker. The stacks were naturally tightly-packed and claustrophobic, the darkness in between them helped along a little by Armand, for whom such a little thing was no trouble at all. Unlike their earlier game, back when Daniel was a mortal, Armand had no intention to let himself be seen. Daniel would be upset, for one thing. For another, Armand had decided to leave him alone. Neither one of them needed the other any more, not for anything, and so...
But it was nostalgic, Armand had to admit. There were obvious parallels, but with completely different motives... Daniel would have liked the irony of that.
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Post by Daniel on Apr 7, 2009 21:42:43 GMT -5
Nothing at all, not even with his sight. Whatever was there was strong, that was all he could tell. It hadn't done anything to him, at least not yet, so he wasn't especially worried about it. Still, he couldn't help wondering about it.
Since he couldn't really pinpoint where it was, he simply addressed the room at large.
"I don't suppose you'll tell me why you're here?"
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Post by Armand on Apr 7, 2009 22:00:36 GMT -5
Armand simply stood, eyes half-mast, arms folded, and listened. Well, Daniel had sensed him? Or had he heard him? Armand did not think he had made a noise. With no intention to engage with Daniel in conversation, no intention to answer him or to let him know who he was sharing the library with, Armand could appreciate his perception from a dispassionate and more unbiased viewpoint. That he was his maker too may have had something to do with it- Armand had meant it, when he'd wrapped an arm around Daniel's waist and told him, "I love it well enough the way you turned out." That Daniel was attentive to his surroundings was good.
And there was no anxiety in Daniel's voice now, no stress or pain or fear. When Claudia had sworn revenge- a cliche and pointless thing, a doll with her face all screwed up with hate and pathetic empty vows- Armand had been disdainful until he remembered Daniel. Daniel seemed fine, but Claudia had been right about Marius, and Armand would be damned if he completely neglected the basic duties of a maker.
Oh, right. He already was.
He would at least protect Daniel in the way his own maker had not protected Armand.
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Post by Daniel on Apr 7, 2009 22:08:01 GMT -5
All right, so whoever it was wasn't in the mood for conversation. He would let it be, then, unless it did something overtly threatening to him.
But he couldn't concentrate on the book. Every time he tried to pick back up on the reading, the presence intruded and broke his concentration. He shifted in his seat, tried to think of any number of things, but nothing worked. In the end, his feet came down off the table and onto the floor with a muffled thud, and he closed the book in irritation.
"What do you want?"
There was also something in the back of his mind, some niggling little thing that wouldn't leave him alone, but he ignored it.
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Post by Armand on Apr 7, 2009 22:19:41 GMT -5
Armand spread his lips in a silent laugh. Oh, yes. Just like old times. He didn't answer- instead, he moved to leave. That was enough of his watching Daniel. It was time to go before he began to wonder how Daniel would react, here, now, without anyone else around, should Armand reveal himself to him. More screaming? That was all right, for there was no one else there. Oh, but Daniel wouldn't like it were he to really decide to show himself.
No. Armand didn't need any more weaknesses. Wasn't it enough to have both his fledgling and his master in the same city at the same time?
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Post by Daniel on Apr 7, 2009 22:26:06 GMT -5
I know yo--
Wait, what? No he didn't. Whoever, whatever, this was he would've certainly recognized when they first appeared--he could identify other supernaturals in that way. He didn't know this one.
I think.
No.
Why was this so familiar? He stood up, setting the book down, once again scanning the room, even though he still didn't see anything.
"Who are you?" He asked, sounding rather uncertain.
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Post by Armand on Apr 7, 2009 22:35:44 GMT -5
Oh, but that was the Daniel he liked. Uncertain, wary- his. Armand would defend to himself the paradox of feeling proprietary and protective at once for something he no longer possessed, nor saw the likelihood of possessing again, but he already knew the cruelty sparked by love.
So that was why, as he slipped easily from long expanse of shadow to another towards the door, he didn't bother to drag the darkness with him. A mortal would have missed it, and Daniel might too; the shine of streetlights through the windows onto auburn hair for the split-second it took to cross from one stack to another. Let Daniel scream if he wished. He'd pay better attention to his surroundings for the rest of the week.
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Post by Daniel on Apr 7, 2009 22:44:02 GMT -5
The silence was no longer so welcome. He didn't like this not-knowing, whoever this was. He almost missed it. Almost. He'd been so caught up in trying to figure out how he knew this being that the exit almost went unnoticed. But he saw it. Oh, yes indeed, he saw it. As if he could not recognize that hair. A slight tremor, almost imperceptible, went through him. No, that wasn't Armand. It couldn't be. He would have known. It was just all in his head. Yes. That's it. Yet he still left the library rather hurriedly .
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Post by Armand on Apr 7, 2009 22:45:36 GMT -5
And Armand would find him again.
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Eli
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Post by Eli on May 19, 2009 15:34:06 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
Eli smiled at the sign. Not that she needed to be indoors, to be warm. Warmth, while in great gusts might have been comfortable, almost surprisingly so, was almost never registered with her, nor cold, even though she knew she felt the difference. She could tell the slightest alteration in temperature; it was not that she was not sensitive. But it was a different kind of feeling than being affected by them. But being indoors was quaint, in its own way. Eli liked to be inside.
Most of the books in the library were written in French, which Eli did not care for, but upon finding a German one - and she was better at German - she took it out and began to read it, in a strangely quick, devouring sort of way. It was very late, and the library would be closing in an hour, and most patrons had already left it, but a middle-aged man did approach her at one point with concern, asking her if she had lost her parents, if she needed any help locating them, wasn't she freezing?
Eli, in the flannel pants and the knit sweater which was unravelling at one wrist, barefoot, smiled at him and beyond him, distantly, answering no with a small shake of the head to everything and putting her hand to his shoulder, giving him a push that was perhaps a little stronger than children ought to have been able to give, and, dazed but pitying, he finally consented to shuffle out of the room and leave her alone.
Although, if she wasn't alone, she didn't really pay attention. It didn't matter.
((Tag Armand!))
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