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hadriel_logs2016-11-21 07:31 pm
oversear) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-11-21 07:31 pm
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Who: Armand and Rey
What: Rey catches a stalker in the act.
Where: Aroundpoor Carlisle's house.
When: Backdated to a month or two
Warnings: TBA
[ Armand had been obsessively stalking the infuriatingly powerful clergyman for the better part of a month now. He slipped in and out of the shadows cast by Carlisle's house to watch him doing, honestly, the most mundane tasks. It would have been boring, only Armand was completely enthralled by the magic he had used that he had convinced himself that everything Carlisle did had deeper meaning to it and a potential to explain how he had defeated his vampiric gifts. Perhaps because he was so involved with his project he was more carless than he should have been.
There was a woman. Scarred and cold looking. Armand had spotted her a few times in his nightly adventures. He thought little of her. It wouldn't be unusual for Carlisle to have a few friends around. As long as they didn't interfere he didn't care how they came and went.
On this particular night, however, Armand was outside, skirting around like a ghost when he noticed something. Someone was watching him. He slowly turned to stare at the woman: her. The warrior one. She was watching him watch Carlisle. There was little point in pretending that wasn't what he had been doing. With a small nonchalant gesture of his shoulders, Armand spoke out loud. ]
Move on, mademoiselle. There is nothing to see here.
What: Rey catches a stalker in the act.
Where: Around
When: Backdated to a month or two
Warnings: TBA
[ Armand had been obsessively stalking the infuriatingly powerful clergyman for the better part of a month now. He slipped in and out of the shadows cast by Carlisle's house to watch him doing, honestly, the most mundane tasks. It would have been boring, only Armand was completely enthralled by the magic he had used that he had convinced himself that everything Carlisle did had deeper meaning to it and a potential to explain how he had defeated his vampiric gifts. Perhaps because he was so involved with his project he was more carless than he should have been.
There was a woman. Scarred and cold looking. Armand had spotted her a few times in his nightly adventures. He thought little of her. It wouldn't be unusual for Carlisle to have a few friends around. As long as they didn't interfere he didn't care how they came and went.
On this particular night, however, Armand was outside, skirting around like a ghost when he noticed something. Someone was watching him. He slowly turned to stare at the woman: her. The warrior one. She was watching him watch Carlisle. There was little point in pretending that wasn't what he had been doing. With a small nonchalant gesture of his shoulders, Armand spoke out loud. ]
Move on, mademoiselle. There is nothing to see here.