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the walls have eyes ;

Feb 12, 2011 20:25

Who: barebacking & exarticulated.
When: Afternoon.
Where: The library.
Summary: Yaha's been stalking Destiny. Malik's been observing Yaha. It's like some sort of messed-up ouroboros of spying.
Warnings: Let's start with PG-13.

( Big Brother's watching you. )

yaha, malik a-sayf

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barebacking February 13 2011, 01:51:36 UTC

[Phoenix brought up an unfortunate point to him -- Jarvis may return from the dead just as he did. His little pet may be returned to how he was before Yaha charmed him. There are just a few too many things that the man knows that he cannot allow others to know.

He lets out a few sighs from time to time as he walks up the steps into the library. It is time to talk to Destiny about what is to happen in the history of Jarvis. Truly, the elf believes that the Endless would not tell others of how his darling died which is why it is so easy to talk to him on such news.

Yaha hums softly as he remembers that there are a few other books that he needs to get while he is in the library. One on Stockholm's Syndrome and one on how to preserve organs. He has heard of the former and there is much that he needs to still understand before his plans all come to fruit. The latter is just that he wants to keep a trinket properly. To always have it near him.

Chewing on his bottom lip, he wonders which he should look for first.]

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

[ ( ... )

exarticulated February 13 2011, 02:04:05 UTC

[ though he usually keeps his peaked hood up while studying people, it would be too eye-catching to have it up inside. the last thing he wants at the moment is to attract attention to himself. all in all, this isn't exactly the best place to be tailing someone. not many people around that he can hide himself amongst, his clothes stand out too much, and there's no chatter to mask the sound of his footsteps. still, he can't be too picky.

eyes narrowed, he simply watches the other walks between the shelves, narrowing his eyes -- he can't tell what exactly the blonde man is looking for. for the briefest moment, he can't help wondering if 'destiny' really does reside in this library. (he tries not to think about it much, though. he wouldn't know how to handle it, if he found out that such an abstract construct were to actually have a physical form ( ... )

barebacking February 13 2011, 02:11:05 UTC

Do I?

[His index finger slips into his mouth, biting lightly on the side. It is his own childish way of trying to appear innocent before the digit slips out to rest at his side. Yaha allows his gaze to slip to the missing arm -- his head tilts as he thinks of Jarvis. An arm is all that he left for people to find. To know that the man even died. It is a sweet reminder of the time that he spent with his pet.

Drawing his eyes back up to the man's face, his smile widens just a little more as he opens his hands in a helpless manner.]

It's more the idea that I'm not sure which book I should try to find first.

[His hands move next to slip behind his back, holding them lightly by the wrists. Like if they were free, he would try to reach and grab as many books as he would like. Really, if he tries to search for Destiny and finds him, he'll forget everything else simply for being so in enamored with the Endless.

He knows himself well enough to know that he should pace himself just a little.But I don't suppose that you could help me, could ( ... )

exarticulated February 13 2011, 02:22:06 UTC

[ throughout the coy act, malik remains firmly where he stands, his expression changing very little. the more he hears of the man's voice, the more he dislikes it. the rumors he's found floating around the NV network don't help, either. yaha, was that the name? just bits and pieces he'd heard, none of which he liked.

and, of course, the gaze directed at his missing arm doesn't go amiss. for a moment, he can't help shifting his weight so his empty sleeve is more hidden from view.

brows furrowed, lips pressed into a hard slash, malik only stares at yaha's acting. (it's probably acting, isn't it?) but still -- now that he's shown his face, might as well carry out the facade.

(he'll excuse himself the moment things take a wrong turn.) ]

What are you looking for.

[ his voice is almost a deadpan, more a statement than a question, and he only nods at the shelves instead of drawing any closer. this pretense at weakness was almost nauseating, but he kept his words indifferent. ]

You must have some idea of what you're looking for.

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