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WHO: Zexion and Larsa Solidor solidor_heir (and any conspirators/guests Larsa decides to bring along)
WHAT: A meeting concerning books.
WHERE: the Crimson Dragon Inn
WHEN: The morning two days after the ball (I think...?)
***
Zexion blinked in the bright morning light, Lexicon safely stowed in a shoulder bag. Larsa had failed to note the precise time at which he was to arrive, and Zexion believed in punctuality, so he had arrived quite early: at around the time the doors of the Crimson Dragon Inn opened to the public.
Three days. He'd been here only three days. It was somewhat difficult to believe, really. In only three days he had found a home (and not simply an inn; a rather cramped but adequate apartment overlooking one of the canals), clothing (currently, a simple grey vest over a white dress shirt with blue slacks, accented by a bright blue cravat patterned with cranes and a simple newsboy hat - the only remnants of his old uniform were his knee-high black boots and black leather gloves), had managed to make it to a (rather boring) ball, and was now already scheming with a young gentleman he had met through a journal.
He wondered at the stride with which he was taking everything. In his world, it was common to travel to other worlds - not very common to come to one where one could not leave or use one's powers, but common nonetheless. Furthermore, his lack of a heart meant that he was able to view everything with a certain logical detachment.
While he still longed beyond reason for that heart, he freely embraced the advantages the lack of it offered.
Three days... he was somewhat tired from it all. Nobodies did not tire easily - not from simple day-to-day activities - but he had been running himself rather hard, and it was a little much for even one such as himself to adjust to. Despite how well-traveled he was, how much he'd suffered through, he was still not entirely fond of change. Granted, this change had likely saved his non-life, so he could not really complain... but still. The questions tugged at him, nagged at him, and though he had no heart he found himself driven by the need for answers.
Hopefully, what this Larsa had to propose would aid in that endeavor.
He adjusted the cuffs of his shirt absently, then proceeded to enter the inn.
The interior was close and dark, a bit rough and ragged about the edges, but in a nonetheless dignified manner - it knew what it was about. Dark amber coloured wood with red cushions and hangings formed the predominant colors of the place, and the ceiling was formed of bare beams, some painted or carved with resplendent red dragons (though the paint was peeling in places). There were few people here, given the early hour.
He sat himself down at one of the corner tables, and placed the Lexicon upon the table, opening it again to the same page that Larsa had sent him. Books were easy for him to understand, and he was slowly beginning to comprehend the functions of the journals - and their mode of operation troubled him. While it seemed that private missives could be sent, it was clear that the queen and other persons of authority could probably look into the books whenever they wished. He wondered if there was some way to circumvent this...
At that moment, one of the staff (stifling a yawn) approached him. "Sir, might we help you with something?"
"Ah, yes," he said, taking a moment to look up from his book. "I should like a sliced papaya with lime," a small pleasure he'd discovered the first day he'd arrived, "And a glass of hot water. Also... if you would kindly inform Master Larsa Solidor that Zexion is here to see him, I would be much obliged."
The serving girl nodded, then went off to fufill the order (still yawning slightly.) While he waited, Zexion closed the Lexicon, then fished about in his bag for a tin of loose-leaf tea and a small jar of honey, then waited.
[OOC: if you care, the outfit is -> this one (vest shot). no, that wasn't originally a Zexion costume, just a steampunk thing. I just think it's an appropriate outfit for him. ^_^; yes, this is the same one (photoshopped slightly) used in some of my icons.]
WHAT: A meeting concerning books.
WHERE: the Crimson Dragon Inn
WHEN: The morning two days after the ball (I think...?)
***
Zexion blinked in the bright morning light, Lexicon safely stowed in a shoulder bag. Larsa had failed to note the precise time at which he was to arrive, and Zexion believed in punctuality, so he had arrived quite early: at around the time the doors of the Crimson Dragon Inn opened to the public.
Three days. He'd been here only three days. It was somewhat difficult to believe, really. In only three days he had found a home (and not simply an inn; a rather cramped but adequate apartment overlooking one of the canals), clothing (currently, a simple grey vest over a white dress shirt with blue slacks, accented by a bright blue cravat patterned with cranes and a simple newsboy hat - the only remnants of his old uniform were his knee-high black boots and black leather gloves), had managed to make it to a (rather boring) ball, and was now already scheming with a young gentleman he had met through a journal.
He wondered at the stride with which he was taking everything. In his world, it was common to travel to other worlds - not very common to come to one where one could not leave or use one's powers, but common nonetheless. Furthermore, his lack of a heart meant that he was able to view everything with a certain logical detachment.
While he still longed beyond reason for that heart, he freely embraced the advantages the lack of it offered.
Three days... he was somewhat tired from it all. Nobodies did not tire easily - not from simple day-to-day activities - but he had been running himself rather hard, and it was a little much for even one such as himself to adjust to. Despite how well-traveled he was, how much he'd suffered through, he was still not entirely fond of change. Granted, this change had likely saved his non-life, so he could not really complain... but still. The questions tugged at him, nagged at him, and though he had no heart he found himself driven by the need for answers.
Hopefully, what this Larsa had to propose would aid in that endeavor.
He adjusted the cuffs of his shirt absently, then proceeded to enter the inn.
The interior was close and dark, a bit rough and ragged about the edges, but in a nonetheless dignified manner - it knew what it was about. Dark amber coloured wood with red cushions and hangings formed the predominant colors of the place, and the ceiling was formed of bare beams, some painted or carved with resplendent red dragons (though the paint was peeling in places). There were few people here, given the early hour.
He sat himself down at one of the corner tables, and placed the Lexicon upon the table, opening it again to the same page that Larsa had sent him. Books were easy for him to understand, and he was slowly beginning to comprehend the functions of the journals - and their mode of operation troubled him. While it seemed that private missives could be sent, it was clear that the queen and other persons of authority could probably look into the books whenever they wished. He wondered if there was some way to circumvent this...
At that moment, one of the staff (stifling a yawn) approached him. "Sir, might we help you with something?"
"Ah, yes," he said, taking a moment to look up from his book. "I should like a sliced papaya with lime," a small pleasure he'd discovered the first day he'd arrived, "And a glass of hot water. Also... if you would kindly inform Master Larsa Solidor that Zexion is here to see him, I would be much obliged."
The serving girl nodded, then went off to fufill the order (still yawning slightly.) While he waited, Zexion closed the Lexicon, then fished about in his bag for a tin of loose-leaf tea and a small jar of honey, then waited.
[OOC: if you care, the outfit is -> this one (vest shot). no, that wasn't originally a Zexion costume, just a steampunk thing. I just think it's an appropriate outfit for him. ^_^; yes, this is the same one (photoshopped slightly) used in some of my icons.]
