Mads is a telepath! There are, however, a few stipulations for using his telepathy. Most people have a natural barrier against him, so he is unable to use his ability on people without their express permission. It doesn't have to be a 'yes', necessarily. A simple positive answer is enough for him to invade your tender brain meats and learn your ( Read more... )

You know the drill~!

Veronica, amour, would you care to join me for dinner?

[You should be flattered he thinks enough of you to invite you personally.]

Are punishments always so ah, anticuado? That is outdated.

[He never plans to be on that side of the fence. But, color him curious.]

[Mads seems to be doing nothing particularly suspicious. But considering who the man is, that's suspicious in and of itself. But he doesn't seem to be at all interested in any passersby, since he's reading an almanac from 1890 ( Read more... )

I understand that Nickolas Santos is among us. If my records are correct, it's his birthday today.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Santos.

[Who's trying to stir up trouble? Certainly not Mads.]

[It seems some good came from having Talia inside his head. Entries could be made private in these silly books. And Talia possessed the know how, which she did not shield from our resident crazy person ( Read more... )

[There's a sense of deja vu in the air as Mads ventures out into the Keep. Since being outed, he's kept to himself and for the most part, ignored the journal. Unless Anna's got something to say. Don't look at me like that. The man's gotta have a hobby ( Read more... )

[Skepticism, he has it. Also, there's no mistaking that language is there, Anna?]

And how long is this going to take?

[Now that the storm has passed and the dust has settled and the air outside is safe to breathe, Mads has decided to venture out into the Keep. He normally does so when activity is at a minimum and his chance of being discovered were slim. Honestly, he had no desire to converse with the people Lord Deior had so generously...saved ( Read more... )