I Bet He Could Shoot Lightening from His Fingers
He touched the doorframe gently, staring at his fingers as they ran softly across the wood.
"Wizard remembers..." His brow furrowed. "Wizard... remembers."
Remy had no patience for transient recollections. "No, you clearly do not." He let out a frustrated sigh. Celia laughed behind her hand, and he shot her a look of pure venom. "This place has obviously been abandoned. Whatever happened here, or whoever might have once lived or worked here... We're never going to know. I suggest we comb the place for any clues, and then just move on."
"But..." The wizard turned to face him, looking despondent, and tugging absently on his long beard. "Wizard wants to stay. Remembers."
Remy rolled his eyes.
"Stop it," Celia said, grinding her teeth. "You're obviously not helping! Who knows what he might be able to recover: some stray memory, an idea inspired here, really anything, because we could use even the smallest scrap."
"She's right, you know," Cyprian told him. Celia looked smug. "It certainly couldn't hurt to let him... mull things over for a bit. He obviously knows that this place should hold significance to him. I'll wager we can get some scrap out of him if we're patient."
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-written 29 May 2008
I blame lack of sleep. Also, overexposure to lovely, lovely fandom goodies. My eyes feel like pudding. >.<
-8LB
I can kill you with my brain.
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"Wizard remembers..." His brow furrowed. "Wizard... remembers."
Remy had no patience for transient recollections. "No, you clearly do not." He let out a frustrated sigh. Celia laughed behind her hand, and he shot her a look of pure venom. "This place has obviously been abandoned. Whatever happened here, or whoever might have once lived or worked here... We're never going to know. I suggest we comb the place for any clues, and then just move on."
"But..." The wizard turned to face him, looking despondent, and tugging absently on his long beard. "Wizard wants to stay. Remembers."
Remy rolled his eyes.
"Stop it," Celia said, grinding her teeth. "You're obviously not helping! Who knows what he might be able to recover: some stray memory, an idea inspired here, really anything, because we could use even the smallest scrap."
"She's right, you know," Cyprian told him. Celia looked smug. "It certainly couldn't hurt to let him... mull things over for a bit. He obviously knows that this place should hold significance to him. I'll wager we can get some scrap out of him if we're patient."
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-written 29 May 2008
I blame lack of sleep. Also, overexposure to lovely, lovely fandom goodies. My eyes feel like pudding. >.<
-8LB
I can kill you with my brain.
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