->Mosying Towards the Gate Room (NPC)mywrenchsaysyesMay 18 2010, 21:37:21 UTC
It was exciting. A mass shouldn't generate nearly as much excitement as what he was feeling now, but it wasn't necessarily the mass itself that Graham Spector had been looking forward to, these past weeks.
But he figured he should at least try to blend in. The jacket he wore over his usual coveralls was mainly due to the cold, although it did a fine job of concealing a monkey wrench. Once the temple began to admit the people within, the mechanic took his time as they moved along with them, keeping an eye out for where the guards were stationed, as well as an eye out for an ideal opportunity to slip off elsewhere.
"You ready?" he asked the dark-haired girl next to him- a familiar question that had been posed between them only so many days ago.
Mikaela was a mix between excited and suitably terrified. Her nerves felt like they were shot, but she manages to keep a calm exterior. She'd gotten good at that, the past few months here in Veles.
Her own jacket was wrapped snugly around her; the cool metal of a jagged and rusted blade she'd 'allocated' pressed firmly against the thin layer of t-shirt underneath.
"Yep." A look is flashed in his direction - one of mild arrogance, poise, and utter confidence. Inside is a bit of a different story, but there's little need to let that show.
Graham smirked at that, nodding at her as he flicked another glance around. Lax, so lax today- the guards he'd seen! He was almost disappointed, but he supposed that the easier things were for them, the less he should really complain. They'd only just gotten here, after all.
"Come on." He indicated the direction they'd be going with another nod of his head, sidling along with the drifting people, wandering closer towards the walls of the temple. Hopefully nothing got moved around from the last time when he and Garrus had snuck around the temple.
A few of the acolytes watched the pair, pausing in their own duties during the mass to wonder where they were headed. It didn't seem like it was a dangerous move to have the Gate Walkers go. After all, they could have been lovers trying to find a secret spot, and the guards didn't seem to worried about it. One Virgin passed by them with a smile and a nod, murmuring some greeting in Russian.
Entering the temple, shortly before massvalinorslostMay 20 2010, 20:31:32 UTC
It was, perhaps, the bells which had first attracted Artanis to this place. As they had sounded her attention had arisen to meet them, and though they seemed to her otherwise accustomed ears almost harsh in their sound they nevertheless stirred memories seeming distant and beautiful, far from ice or snow or environments of pure artefact.
And so it was that Artanis found herself at the gates to the Temple, though at that time she knew not what it could be, only that the building had an air about it that the other edifices of this realm did not. She drew her pride around her, though, before entering the building to see what it was that could cause so much attention to be gathered in one place, curiosity rising as always to the new offer of knowledge before her.
Frodo is most certainly not stalking Galadriel Artanis. That word is not even in his vocabulary. However, he does recognize in her the sole existing link here to his world, however obscure and clouded by centuries of time. So he will slip in behind her, glad to be out of the cold.
He will be frankly dumbstruck for a moment by the glory and beauty of the place. The only location in his recollection that compares, or even comes close is, ironically, Lothlorien.
The glory and beauty of the Temple surrounded her, enveloped her, reminded her of the glories of halls that she had once seen -- and yet Artanis could not bring herself to feel comfortable in this place. Something in the air ground under her skin, troubled her, despite the fact that more than the outside world the Temple should have reminded her of a place that she had once called home, beneath gold and silver lights and surrounded by pearls and Fëanorian jewels.
Something about Frodo's approach must have caught her attention, for such senses do not seem to be all that uncommon among Elves, especially in the days when they were still young and at their most fey, and smiles gently upon him. "Good evening, Frodo. Does this place call also to you, or is it the bells that make their summons?"
Frodo misinterprets her question somewhat, distracted first by the beauty of the place and then, slowly, by a growing feeling of heaviness in his chest, a responding of evil to evil, he imagines. Suddenly he is uncomfortable and wishes to leave, but that would be impolite to Artanis, so he offers a small attempt at a smile. "I was not summoned here by anything other than...than the bells. They're...they're very beautiful."
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But he figured he should at least try to blend in. The jacket he wore over his usual coveralls was mainly due to the cold, although it did a fine job of concealing a monkey wrench. Once the temple began to admit the people within, the mechanic took his time as they moved along with them, keeping an eye out for where the guards were stationed, as well as an eye out for an ideal opportunity to slip off elsewhere.
"You ready?" he asked the dark-haired girl next to him- a familiar question that had been posed between them only so many days ago.
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Her own jacket was wrapped snugly around her; the cool metal of a jagged and rusted blade she'd 'allocated' pressed firmly against the thin layer of t-shirt underneath.
"Yep." A look is flashed in his direction - one of mild arrogance, poise, and utter confidence. Inside is a bit of a different story, but there's little need to let that show.
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"Come on." He indicated the direction they'd be going with another nod of his head, sidling along with the drifting people, wandering closer towards the walls of the temple. Hopefully nothing got moved around from the last time when he and Garrus had snuck around the temple.
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And so it was that Artanis found herself at the gates to the Temple, though at that time she knew not what it could be, only that the building had an air about it that the other edifices of this realm did not. She drew her pride around her, though, before entering the building to see what it was that could cause so much attention to be gathered in one place, curiosity rising as always to the new offer of knowledge before her.
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He will be frankly dumbstruck for a moment by the glory and beauty of the place. The only location in his recollection that compares, or even comes close is, ironically, Lothlorien.
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Something about Frodo's approach must have caught her attention, for such senses do not seem to be all that uncommon among Elves, especially in the days when they were still young and at their most fey, and smiles gently upon him. "Good evening, Frodo. Does this place call also to you, or is it the bells that make their summons?"
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