Click, click, of boots across the floor. A pause. Top hat was hung on a rack, trenchcoat following suit. Leather-clad hands straightened his light coat that he wore, dark brown in color. When he turned, a long silvery ponytail tied back with a black ribbon swayed. Brushing invisible dust from his shoulders, the man surveyed the area ( Read more... )

His hands behind his back, Louis walks calmly and languidly down a corridor. His head is slightly down, dark hair hiding one side of his face, but his expression is peaceful, if not somber. He doesn't know where he is, but knows, for a fact, that the museum he frequented did not look like this. Yet that was the door he walked through. Perhaps he ( Read more... )

Khardeen never likes to be bored. And if there's someone around who appreciates what he does, all the better!

There are now in the main room several streamers hanging from the ceiling for no apparent reason - though there is a birthday cake on the table. The cake, however, is quite harmless. It's the streamers you have to watch out for. Brush ( Read more... )

*recent conversations have had Alyosha thinking, and though it's difficult for him to put his thoughts into writing, he manages this afternoon to make a note and put it up on the bulletin board ( Read more... )

Jaenelle is playing, and Jaenelle playing is always a little dangerous, but that's all right. Because she's having fun! And so, playing with herbs and some magic, she's made a very curious illusion on the front lawn of an elegant garden, very like her own in SaDiablo Hall, water trickling over the rocks. However, a sudden noise startles her and she ( Read more... )

*a note on the bulletin board in large, clear script*

Some several dogs, all free to decent homes.There is a stable near, with steeds and dogs--ere now, well furnished for their every need, but lately dogged by want of food for them. An you would take one dog upon yourself, and feed him from your plate, and water him, his life might well be ( Read more... )

Here's a Locke, looking a little nauseous, sitting sprawled in the main room next to a new posting on the bulletin board.

If someone could give Locke Lamora a rapier to borrow for one evening, it would be greatly appreciated. Find the gentleman in question nearby.

Beware, anyone who speaks to him - Locke can currently only tell the truth - and is ( Read more... )

Her steps are light on the roof of the Mansion.  She landed gently, softly, almost like a dropped feather on the elegant tiles of the elegant dwelling.  For a moment, she just sits on the cornice, her eyes gazing upon the horizon.  She’s been aloft a long time, and she lost track of her flight somewhere over the cold expanses of Alberta… or was it ( Read more... )

He's been there for a long time.  A millenia or two, perhaps, or is it a bit more?  Merlin doesn't remember - he stopped counting, because as time went by, he lost touch with its impassible flow, and rather become engrossed in the going-ons of the place, enough to observe the going-ons at the Mansion without exciting himself, or without getting ( Read more... )

There is a gigantic sign in the front hall. It is approximately six feet tall, and freestanding; written on it in English, Latin, Greek, and Arabic are the words,

If any here have lost valuable artifacts or persons, the return of which would be more pleasant than not, then please make the loss known to yours truly (here, a giant arrow pointing ( Read more... )