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Who: Megamind (notpredictable) and Chase (longfallen) - Closed
Where: The walls of the keep.
When: Shortly after their Villainous Conversation.
Having already been outside and eying the singularly unnerving sky during the long, scrawled discussion, Chase was quick to make his way up to one of the towers and then to the surrounding wall. From his vantage point, he could see the inner courtyard and the rest of the keep, and far beyond that, the lake, the forest, the wasteland ... and the towers. He scowled at them. There had to be something out there, something he could find, and ostensibly use to escape. If they were that far from so-called safety, they likely held something interesting, if not immediately useful. And that forest - he had yet to find a way there, but one of these days, he intended to see what was there. If nothing else he would have an opportunity to murder something out of sight of the keep's prying eyes.
For the moment, however, he set aside his fury at being captured and held against his will a thousand years back from what he was used to. He kept an eye and an ear out for any sound that would indicate his conversational partner's arrival. Given that their discussion had taken place only in writing, there was no way he could predict what the man looked like, but a mental image was forming just from the language used - black clothing with ostentatious flaring, inevitably favoring style over substance. He couldn't help the slight sneer that crossed his face, but he smoothed it into an impassive look before any unexpected arrivals could see it.
Nearby, a handful of pigeons came to roost; he watched them out of the corner of one eye. If they suddenly panicked and went up in a flutter, that would be enough indication of the other man's (or at least, he'd assumed it to be a man) arrival. So he shut his eyes and took a deep breath in preparation of demonstrating to this scientist just how dangerous magic could really be. Would it upset his reputation? Probably. But he didn't have much of one here.
Yet.
Where: The walls of the keep.
When: Shortly after their Villainous Conversation.
Having already been outside and eying the singularly unnerving sky during the long, scrawled discussion, Chase was quick to make his way up to one of the towers and then to the surrounding wall. From his vantage point, he could see the inner courtyard and the rest of the keep, and far beyond that, the lake, the forest, the wasteland ... and the towers. He scowled at them. There had to be something out there, something he could find, and ostensibly use to escape. If they were that far from so-called safety, they likely held something interesting, if not immediately useful. And that forest - he had yet to find a way there, but one of these days, he intended to see what was there. If nothing else he would have an opportunity to murder something out of sight of the keep's prying eyes.
For the moment, however, he set aside his fury at being captured and held against his will a thousand years back from what he was used to. He kept an eye and an ear out for any sound that would indicate his conversational partner's arrival. Given that their discussion had taken place only in writing, there was no way he could predict what the man looked like, but a mental image was forming just from the language used - black clothing with ostentatious flaring, inevitably favoring style over substance. He couldn't help the slight sneer that crossed his face, but he smoothed it into an impassive look before any unexpected arrivals could see it.
Nearby, a handful of pigeons came to roost; he watched them out of the corner of one eye. If they suddenly panicked and went up in a flutter, that would be enough indication of the other man's (or at least, he'd assumed it to be a man) arrival. So he shut his eyes and took a deep breath in preparation of demonstrating to this scientist just how dangerous magic could really be. Would it upset his reputation? Probably. But he didn't have much of one here.
Yet.