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A surly looking teenager slouches in so through the door, head down, kicking it shut behind him with his heel. That's when it hits him that the floor is wrong. He raises his head slowly, studying the room with eyes that are an uncanny, emotionless, endless black. He straightens up, he's tall and more powerfully built than your average sixteen year old. Of course, Nick Ryves was never an average sixteen year old. He turns and roughly shoves the door open again, and stares impassively at the wintery forest beyond the mansion. He hadn't really been expecting the front garden of a run-down little house in London, but the cold weather is a surprise. Also cold, so he swings the door shut again. He's palmed a knife by now, though the slight-of-hand is such second nature that the action would be near impossible to catch even if one was looking for it. He faces into the room again and steps to the side, putting the wall to his back rather than the door.
He doesn't know where he is, he doesn't know why he's here, and he doesn't know how he's here which is the most disconcerting part at all. Not knowing makes him angry, which for Nick is a violent emotion. His posture looks casual but he's poised to move to either attack or defend at a moment's notice should anything happen. And if he's here, where is his brother?
Alan is going to think he's left, Nick thinks. He'd said he wouldn't. He promised. And now it's going to look like he did.
Mun: Nick Ryves, pronounced like 'knives,' of which he's probably wearing six or so concealed under his clothing, from The Demon's Lexicon. Taken from shortly after the end of the book...I'm going to try to keep it as non-spoilery as possible. Try. For telepaths, his mind probably sounds a little weird. Or a lot weird.
He doesn't know where he is, he doesn't know why he's here, and he doesn't know how he's here which is the most disconcerting part at all. Not knowing makes him angry, which for Nick is a violent emotion. His posture looks casual but he's poised to move to either attack or defend at a moment's notice should anything happen. And if he's here, where is his brother?
Alan is going to think he's left, Nick thinks. He'd said he wouldn't. He promised. And now it's going to look like he did.
Mun: Nick Ryves, pronounced like 'knives,' of which he's probably wearing six or so concealed under his clothing, from The Demon's Lexicon. Taken from shortly after the end of the book...I'm going to try to keep it as non-spoilery as possible. Try. For telepaths, his mind probably sounds a little weird. Or a lot weird.