Channeling
Dec 17, 2009 14:27:06 GMT -5
Post by Brandi on Dec 17, 2009 14:27:06 GMT -5
((Yeah, I wouldn't mind getting him out and about, but I don't really have anyone in mind to run into. I suppose, worst come to worst, Raziel could track him down. Though I'm welcome to anyone you might be interested in playing. I'll put an ad in the plot thread.))
*He walked to the room's small window and peeked out into the darkened area outside. It looked a bit removed from the city, but not so far that he couldn't recognize the lights of Paris. That was a relief at least. A small one though. Sighing, he turned back to the closet, hoping that this pathetic shell had something descent to wear. Whatever this was...it would not do.
There was a wave of relief as his hand found silk and Uriel drew back a black ensemble, silk shirt and tailor pants with a modern ((for the late 19th century)) tie and jacket. Now that was a relief. He dressed deftly, even more eager to refrain from nudity. The clothes fit well enough, he supposed, for the oddities in anatomy. Binding the all too ample hair back tightly, he slipped the cigarette case into his pocket as he pulled on his jacket.
There. That was better now wasn't it? At least, as much as it was likely to be until this new crisis could be resolved. But what he needed now was information. Was this body the only thing that had changed, or where there other inconsistencies? Only one way to find out. With an eerie confidence, he stepped out of the room, following the stairs down and to the door. Then he disappeared into the cool night air.*
*He walked to the room's small window and peeked out into the darkened area outside. It looked a bit removed from the city, but not so far that he couldn't recognize the lights of Paris. That was a relief at least. A small one though. Sighing, he turned back to the closet, hoping that this pathetic shell had something descent to wear. Whatever this was...it would not do.
There was a wave of relief as his hand found silk and Uriel drew back a black ensemble, silk shirt and tailor pants with a modern ((for the late 19th century)) tie and jacket. Now that was a relief. He dressed deftly, even more eager to refrain from nudity. The clothes fit well enough, he supposed, for the oddities in anatomy. Binding the all too ample hair back tightly, he slipped the cigarette case into his pocket as he pulled on his jacket.
There. That was better now wasn't it? At least, as much as it was likely to be until this new crisis could be resolved. But what he needed now was information. Was this body the only thing that had changed, or where there other inconsistencies? Only one way to find out. With an eerie confidence, he stepped out of the room, following the stairs down and to the door. Then he disappeared into the cool night air.*