Omne ignotum pro magnifico
Who: possiblycantdie, psyd_seward, master_helsing
When: June 1st
Where: Marketplace/Winthers Lake Manor
Summary: Whisking Mina to the Manor to give her a proper welcome home.
Warnings: None.
The black lacquer wheels of the carriage shimmered in the day-light like a pair of polished coins. From cobblestone to dirt-road to paved, silvery hooves of a handsome ebony stallion clip-clopped the buggy along. It was certainly a stark contrast to the rest of the city's choice of transport; amongst the streamlined cars and bullet buses hustling and bustling, they were the Olde Kings of the Road.
"Los, los Weiter, Samson! We do not wish to keep our lady waiting."
Called the crimson-coated driver to his rather gargantuan steed. The beast seemed rather leisurely about their noonday stroll, as if it wanted to share in the modern-scenic sights and sounds that were so seldom heard-of in Siren's sleepy countryside. As much as Abraham enjoyed his own perusing of the city's futuristic wonders, he had a far more magnanimous sight to behold. One that would soothe his sore old eyes and bring in a shimmering light to ward the darkness that had so often shadowed over their extravagant home.
No gold ornaments nor crystal chandeliers could be a replacement for the diamond that shined brightest of all: Their beloved Madam Wilhelmina Harker.
The professor's seasoned heart skipped several beats along with the bouncing of the cart, the closer they came to the marketplace where they were to meet her. Oh Mina, only her assuring smile and her reasonable words could quell the hearts of these two anxious men. They had been in constant turmoil since their arrival to this dastardly and bizarre place, but now... Oh now they could have but one small rejoice.
Terrible that she, so frangible and precious, should be imprisoned along with them, but relief that it was they, her friends and sworn guardians, that would come to meet her.
It was the greatest cause for rejoice they had had since each of them, the student, and the teacher, had met eachother.
And as the old professor always said, Two is company, three is festivity!
When: June 1st
Where: Marketplace/Winthers Lake Manor
Summary: Whisking Mina to the Manor to give her a proper welcome home.
Warnings: None.
The black lacquer wheels of the carriage shimmered in the day-light like a pair of polished coins. From cobblestone to dirt-road to paved, silvery hooves of a handsome ebony stallion clip-clopped the buggy along. It was certainly a stark contrast to the rest of the city's choice of transport; amongst the streamlined cars and bullet buses hustling and bustling, they were the Olde Kings of the Road.
"Los, los Weiter, Samson! We do not wish to keep our lady waiting."
Called the crimson-coated driver to his rather gargantuan steed. The beast seemed rather leisurely about their noonday stroll, as if it wanted to share in the modern-scenic sights and sounds that were so seldom heard-of in Siren's sleepy countryside. As much as Abraham enjoyed his own perusing of the city's futuristic wonders, he had a far more magnanimous sight to behold. One that would soothe his sore old eyes and bring in a shimmering light to ward the darkness that had so often shadowed over their extravagant home.
No gold ornaments nor crystal chandeliers could be a replacement for the diamond that shined brightest of all: Their beloved Madam Wilhelmina Harker.
The professor's seasoned heart skipped several beats along with the bouncing of the cart, the closer they came to the marketplace where they were to meet her. Oh Mina, only her assuring smile and her reasonable words could quell the hearts of these two anxious men. They had been in constant turmoil since their arrival to this dastardly and bizarre place, but now... Oh now they could have but one small rejoice.
Terrible that she, so frangible and precious, should be imprisoned along with them, but relief that it was they, her friends and sworn guardians, that would come to meet her.
It was the greatest cause for rejoice they had had since each of them, the student, and the teacher, had met eachother.
And as the old professor always said, Two is company, three is festivity!