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Post by Jacaranda Mulciber on Aug 31, 2009 16:24:42 GMT 1
He was mad. Totally insane. So? I’ve fought worse. Batshit crazy. And she didn’t like the way he was staring at her as if he was looking right through her, like she didn’t exist. She preferred the predatory look to that one. Had her heart not been fluttering like a sparrow’s wings, she would take great offence to it.
As it was, she settled for gripping tighter, reminding him that she did exist. His thoughtful concern lifted, and she breathed a sigh of relief. His house. That would be safe. Her own home would be safe, but with Silas in residence, she had no doubt that his home was more paranoid-protected than her own. Everyone knew that vampires couldn’t cross a threshold, so a home was much safer than a public workplace.
She nodded, eagerly. “Of course I’m right.” She said, her usual snappiness tainted by a tremor. “Your house would be best.” She agreed. “I need my wand, and my papers.” She waved a hand at the mess strewn across the hallway. Where had her drink got to, anyway? She huffed. She could do with some alcohol right now. She noticed Silas’ usual stood near the wall and she stooped to pick it up. She took a sip from the open top and handed the bottle to him, grimacing as she turned away to make her way down the corridor.
One hand trailed on the wall in case her balance swayed too far to one side and she stopped outside her office. Looking at the door, she realised she should have encouraged Silas to come. Who knew what was hiding in there!
She snorted. How ridiculous, she realised in a lapse from fright, she was spooking at shadows. Steeling herself, she opened the door, confidently grabbed her wand, jacket and a few more papers before leaving the room without staring into any dark corners. As soon as she was back in the corridor, in sight of Silas, she relaxed a little. Lifting her wand and twirling up a little charm to order the scattered papers and recall them back to her. The folder was not quite as neat as usual which betrayed her apprehension but she was otherwise looking more confident with the promise of a safe place to hide.
“Alright, let’s go. Now.” She turned expectant eyes on Silas, impatient to be out of his dreaded corridor and to somewhere safe, even if it was Silas’ home territory. When it came to Silas, the vampire was probably the safer option but Jac’s sensibilities about men had always been a little skewed.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Sept 1, 2009 9:58:59 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_bg.png,true][atrb=valign,top] | [rs=2][bg=ffffff][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_mainbg.png][atrb=style,background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] “Of course I’m right,” Jac replied quickly, and one side of Silas’s mouth lifted amusedly. Right, looked like Jac was slowly turning back into her old self again. Although the question on whether Jac Queen-of-the-Harpies was better or worse than Jac Eeek-Frightened was entirely up for debate. Both had their drawbacks, and it looked like he only got to choose between himself being permanently irked or permanently confused.
Wand and papers? Silas glanced down at the floor as she gestured. By the looks of it everything was pretty much everywhere. Not that it caused much of a problem, Jac knew enough ridiculously complicated paperwork charms that they’d be back in whatever anally retentive order they had been in earlier in all of about a quarter of a second.
After Jac finally detached herself from his arm Silas accepted the bottle of firewhiskey back. Couldn’t be forgetting that after all. As she turned around to recover the rest of her things he knocked some of the stuff back himself. The alcohol was aptly named and the burn on the way down was a little stronger than what he was personally used to.
Jac still looked rather unsteady as she made her way down the hallway and Silas watched her progress cautiously. It was more of a scientific curiosity than anything. He just wanted to see if she was drowsy enough to fall. The answer was apparently no, which meant the symptoms were wearing off on her a lot faster than they had for him. Interesting.
It didn’t take her long to return, a handful of seconds at most, and Silas gave her a nod at her insistence they hurry. “We’ll use the staff fireplace,” he suggested. “Better than walking across the entire club.” You know, because if anyone was going to see them leaving together it might as well be the people who could gossip about it.
The trip was short, and once they arrived at the large, ornate grate reserved for the staff, Silas turned to Jac seriously. “Alright, repeat this:” he instructed before enunciating his address clearly. Satisfied that she’d pronounced it properly, he tossed in a pinch of Floo Powder and immediately the flames roared high and turned a violent emerald. “First exit you see when you slow down. The grate is blocked against intruders, but there’s a hidden latch on the top right corner that will let you out when you pull it.” A simple but generally effective security measure. One couldn’t find where the latch was no matter how hard they looked unless they’d been told where it was, and if they didn't know they were shit out of luck until someone let them out. Once Jac had disappeared with a roar of flame, Silas followed suit, and the room was left in an uneasy silence.
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Post by Samuel Jacobs on Sept 1, 2009 22:45:05 GMT 1
Samuel could quite safely say that was the most informative stay in a cupboard he’d ever had. Not that he stayed in cupboards often. Before he’d managed to get to the exit, he’d had to hide to risk being seen yet again. He was going to have to invest in one of those invisibility cloaks at this rate.
As he unfolded himself from the storage cupboard and made his way undisturbed from the club, he recapped on his new information. Silas was an overconfident wizard, with apparent lack of concern for his well being. That was a dangerous combination, as it was often the survival instinct that caused more trouble than it was worth. The man had obviously been given a confidence boost by the ‘death’ of Dacian, but the statement of ‘I’ve fought worst’ warranted some more research.
Another quite interesting new fact was the presence of a half-vampire. Sometime between Dacian telling him all he knew about Hogsmeade and now, a half-vampire had turned up. This strange quirk of nature would be first on his list of people to investigate, as Halflings were something of a rarity. With some vampire strengths and few of their weaknesses, they were useful to have as allies, willing or not.
Silas had a relationship with the woman. That was a fact to keep to him, as most vampires might use that to their advantage. That Silas was not the type to care about hostages was unknown – unfathomable to Sam – would remain untold. Jac might seem an easy bargaining chip, but her relationship with Silas would likely get her killed.
Without having to break into any offices, Samuel now had Rosier’s address. That would be reported back to the coven shortly, before Samuel made his way back to the Scottish village. He also knew that it was fortified, but that he’d already assumed. As an added bonus, he also knew about the latch on the fireplace grill. Though he would not be using that entrance himself, it was a useful titbit to know.
The air outside the club was heavy with smog and the promise of rain, so Samuel increased his pace. Today he would sleep with his London friends, and tomorrow he would travel up the country to York. Overall, not a wasted evening. He whistled while he walked, reminding himself that reconnaissance was seldom wasted.
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