A Moment of Peace [Complete]

[livingalegend]

Character(s): Genie and Lara Croft.
Content: Lara goes to the museum and meets Genie. Hilarity ensues. |D
Setting: Matteus Museum of Art
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: None yet.

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[ttlynotblue]

Did you ever get the feeling you were being watched? Genie did. Actually, he knew he was being watched. But the audience was much different then one would normally expect. -unless of course you had just finished watching 'The Truman Show'. But, at the moment, this feeling had nothing to do with you, the goof behind the keyboard, watching him.

Curiously, he brought his book down to find a beautiful woman waving at him. At least, he thought it was him. He looked behind him to make sure before waving back. A smile stretched across his lips as he zipped toward her, then back to where he had been previously standing to grab the guide he had dropped due to his quick movement.

"You were right, we did run into each other! You wouldn't happen to be some sort of oracle by chance, would you? I've seen them in many forms but... Would you mind if we take a picture together? It's for my scrapbook. Though, I'll be putting it in my slide show too. Unless, of course, you don't want to be in there, then just the scrapbook. Some people just don't feel their photogenic; their hair isn't right, their makeup needs to be touched up... Those won't be a problem, will they?"

[livingalegend]

Lara couldn't help but chuckle at Genie's enthusiasm - and she could definitely see where it could be catching. "No," she laughed, once she could get a word in edgewise, "I'm not an oracle." Never mind that she had never believed in fate, having focused on becoming a master of her own - the very idea that her actions inevitably led to the same result didn't appeal to Lara in the least.

She raised an eyebrow at his request for a picture, but shrugged - why not? It wasn't as though this was her own world, after all, where the press had often tried to hound her into revealing her own secrets as well as those of others, the bloody idiots. "Very well," she said simply, smiling; she didn't particularly care what she looked like in pictures, especially since she preferred to spend her days swinging around trees or climbing mountains, or else examining an ancient tablet of some sort.