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of things lost and taken [Active/The Most Open]

Dec 15, 2010 22:15

Characters: The Lanternkeeper and anyone else
Setting: Acedia, no place in particular
Time: Day 21
Summary: People try to steal LK's shit.

( neither found nor returned )

!day 021, #the lanternkeeper, *acedia

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sleepy_fire December 16 2010, 03:26:30 UTC

For Ace, it was not so much an intent to steal as a quest for answers. That was all that drove him lately. Answers. The need to know, the need to find out. Answers, a bag full of memories, and enough promises to drag a ship beneath the waves.

He needed answers. He needed her, as much as he needed to survive.

She was the only one, the only one outside of the Phantasms who might be able to give him some sort of answer. He paused several feet from her, cold leaching the energy from his bones.

A protector, if she wished one, an enemy, if she was incautious, an ally if she would meet him halfway. So much depended on her. "Hello again." And as always, she was silence. Almost blessed silence. "A very pretty day, isn't it?" The words felt out of place, empty pleasantries that lingered on the edge of memory and long ago.

Always be polite to a lady.

dollsy_npcs December 16 2010, 03:38:38 UTC

She watched him before she responded, as if waiting for him to strike out at her, as so many other things in this house had been destroyed and rebuilt endlessly. But when nothing came, she replied.

"Well enough, I suppose, for such a place." She didn't bother trying to hide her wariness.

sleepy_fire December 16 2010, 03:48:05 UTC

His gaze never even shifted to her lamp, watching her face with a curious intensity that was focused solely on her, and not whatever objects she might have in her possession.

"It pales in comparison to some I've seen, but it's still a welcome sight."

There was something soft in the words, inviting. "We take what we can find, I suppose. Though I'd like to see it from the water. There's nothing like a sunrise on the water. The sun paints the water in so many colors you'd think you were caught in a rainbow." His lips twitched. "Did they fix you, or did you fix yourself?"

dollsy_npcs December 16 2010, 04:06:58 UTC

"Everything heals," she said, clutching her lantern a bit more closely. "Or most things."

She did not think he was a threat himself--she'd seen him too often to think so. But she could not be sure what desperation could cause.

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