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thechanged2013-10-30 08:14 pm
knightwinged) wrote in thechanged2013-10-30 08:14 pm
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they close the doors and are letting nobody in ♞ open, one semi-closed prompt; Day 22 VARIOUS
[ A - Library, morning to early afternoon ]
Well, this is a rare sight, considering the firebrand doesn't come into the library all too often (and thankfully so considering the fire hazard), but apparently today the shadow exists without its flame. But at the moment there is a raven, or rather a man-who-is-a-raven-but-not-at-this-exact-moment seated at one of the less obviously visible desks.
At first glance he seems to be poring laboriously over one of the many tomes to be found here, taking down notes with a piece of charcoal as he goes, but closer examination reveals that actually? Actually he is just scrawling in the margins of whatever unfortunate book he's happened to deem relatively useless at the moment. Emphasis scrawling.
It also seems to be a couple of the same things over and over, though what language that even is in or what it is supposed to say is up for debate. His handwriting doesn't seem to be able to decide whether it's supposed to be messy or elegant, and that's after the awkwardness of, well, writing with one's off hand.
"...Convenient way to find out you're right-handed," he mutters to himself eventually.
So why isn't he writing with his right hand, then? After all, beneath the cloak he's wearing it seems to be fine... It's more that side of the cloak that seems to be more strangely in disarray than anything.
[ B - Hearth Room, off and on throughout the day ]
At various points in the day, the valravn makes the long trek down the stairs (made far, far too long by the inability to simply pitch himself off the top of it and fly down) and into the cozy warmth of the hearth room, though he looks uncomfortable about it for as long as it takes for him to make a sweep of the room and leave (longer than it should normally be. his movements are somewhat... hindered).
He's looking for someone, specifically the page, but it seems he keeps missing them, even though he knows he's seen them in passing here before... Unfortunately, he doesn't know the page's habits well enough to guess where else they might be.
This might require a different approach.
But hey, while he's there, certain changelings may or may not have some choice things to say to him, right?
[ C - Grand Hall, door to Dining Hall; NOT A PROMPT unless people want to do reactions, but he will not be present for this ]
At some point in the afternoon, this is found to be written onto the Dining Room door in simple, printed script. Why that door? Because everyone has to eat at some point.
There's a spirit in the gardens. It was released from one of the potions belonging to the room adjacent to the hearth room. It's proven to be hostile and dangerous.
Please be careful.
The please is somewhat scuffed out. It's unsigned, and the handwriting doesn't seem to resemble any of those that were on the board the gargoyle had been protecting two nights previous.
[ D - Lounge, evening; for Rock Man, Ink Hair, and Fire Hair, SEMI-CLOSED ask if your character wants to be nosy/join in ]
Below the message about the spirit, there's something written in a different script.
There are three of you who were injured but not killed in the grand hall the other night while keeping vigil. I need to speak with you. I ask that you stop by the lounge at some point tonight. Come together or alone, it doesn't matter.
...Which is why for the rest of the night, the valravn can be found pacing back and forth in the shadows of the lounge, seeming distracted and stopping occasionally to watch the entrance to the room.
It's a bit of a poor (suspicious) way to get their attention, and none too discreet to boot, but short of searching everywhere in the house constantly (made more difficult by his current adjustment to being land bound) it's the only way he could think of that would have a good enough chance of them seeing it, considering he knows none of them personally. Of course, anyone else in the household could see it too... but.
Well, this is a rare sight, considering the firebrand doesn't come into the library all too often (and thankfully so considering the fire hazard), but apparently today the shadow exists without its flame. But at the moment there is a raven, or rather a man-who-is-a-raven-but-not-at-this-exact-moment seated at one of the less obviously visible desks.
At first glance he seems to be poring laboriously over one of the many tomes to be found here, taking down notes with a piece of charcoal as he goes, but closer examination reveals that actually? Actually he is just scrawling in the margins of whatever unfortunate book he's happened to deem relatively useless at the moment. Emphasis scrawling.
It also seems to be a couple of the same things over and over, though what language that even is in or what it is supposed to say is up for debate. His handwriting doesn't seem to be able to decide whether it's supposed to be messy or elegant, and that's after the awkwardness of, well, writing with one's off hand.
"...Convenient way to find out you're right-handed," he mutters to himself eventually.
So why isn't he writing with his right hand, then? After all, beneath the cloak he's wearing it seems to be fine... It's more that side of the cloak that seems to be more strangely in disarray than anything.
[ B - Hearth Room, off and on throughout the day ]
At various points in the day, the valravn makes the long trek down the stairs (made far, far too long by the inability to simply pitch himself off the top of it and fly down) and into the cozy warmth of the hearth room, though he looks uncomfortable about it for as long as it takes for him to make a sweep of the room and leave (longer than it should normally be. his movements are somewhat... hindered).
He's looking for someone, specifically the page, but it seems he keeps missing them, even though he knows he's seen them in passing here before... Unfortunately, he doesn't know the page's habits well enough to guess where else they might be.
This might require a different approach.
But hey, while he's there, certain changelings may or may not have some choice things to say to him, right?
[ C - Grand Hall, door to Dining Hall; NOT A PROMPT unless people want to do reactions, but he will not be present for this ]
At some point in the afternoon, this is found to be written onto the Dining Room door in simple, printed script. Why that door? Because everyone has to eat at some point.
There's a spirit in the gardens. It was released from one of the potions belonging to the room adjacent to the hearth room. It's proven to be hostile and dangerous.
Please be careful.
The please is somewhat scuffed out. It's unsigned, and the handwriting doesn't seem to resemble any of those that were on the board the gargoyle had been protecting two nights previous.
[ D - Lounge, evening; for Rock Man, Ink Hair, and Fire Hair, SEMI-CLOSED ask if your character wants to be nosy/join in ]
Below the message about the spirit, there's something written in a different script.
There are three of you who were injured but not killed in the grand hall the other night while keeping vigil. I need to speak with you. I ask that you stop by the lounge at some point tonight. Come together or alone, it doesn't matter.
...Which is why for the rest of the night, the valravn can be found pacing back and forth in the shadows of the lounge, seeming distracted and stopping occasionally to watch the entrance to the room.
It's a bit of a poor (suspicious) way to get their attention, and none too discreet to boot, but short of searching everywhere in the house constantly (made more difficult by his current adjustment to being land bound) it's the only way he could think of that would have a good enough chance of them seeing it, considering he knows none of them personally. Of course, anyone else in the household could see it too... but.
C: Beneath the first message, on paper:
D: Day 22 Night (early) - Lounge
"You wished to meet, bird? I have it on good authority that you're not the dastard you've so far presented yourself as, though I reserve judgment. What have you to say?"
disregard icon he's human form right now
Whatever ethereal quality had been lent his voice before is gone now, though, perhaps, he could attempt to replicate it with effort. But that's beside the point. "You came alone? I know I wrote... but I would have thought-" The valravn cuts himself off and shakes his head. His stance shifts as he steps out of the shadows, less- not casual, but relaxed, maybe- and more formal. "Never mind.
"I owe the three of you an apology. More than that, really. If you're here I can only assume you saw the message on the doors, but true though that may be it doesn't absolve..." He sighs and cuts himself off again. He's meandering. It sounds too much like excuses for his liking. "I can't offer you much else, but I can offer a contract."
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"Your apology is accepted, if you can ensure it won't happen again. You said something about a contract?"
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He bows his head a little as he continues. Despite his posture and the softness of his voice, however, his expression remains somewhere between stern and unreadable. "Yes, a contract. I'd simply allow you to exact any recompense you desired, only... that's too vague. But ask of me whatever you will. My only request is that it bring no harm to any others here."
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After a moment he snaps it back, the wing regaining a more silken quality as it settles back around him.
"Yes, I did," he says. "But... First I'd like to ask: What- how much did I do to you?"
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He turns his head in answer to the other's question, revealing a set of partially-healed cuts. The mottling of his stone around them is darker than the rest of him, as if bruised. "You...got me pretty good," he says, rubbing his scalp. "I was out cold for a while.
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"I hearr you wanted to talk," she says. "So, talk."