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soulforge2012-10-17 07:12 pm
bloodspeaker) wrote in soulforge2012-10-17 07:12 pm
murder row.
[Adrasteius strides through Murder Row, glaring balefully at anyone he happens to see. It's early evening, autumnal and warm as always, with a fresh breeze that creates a susurrus among the trees and covered archways of the dark street. People are loitering in the Row, also as usual; they exchange glances and stand closer together as Adrasteius passes, their already low voices dropping to an even more hushed register.
He just sneers. Dealing in bloodthistle, most likely, or arranging something even more depraved--the Row was known for its dark corners, and for the wretched scenes that played out inside of them. Adra does not like to walk through here, but it's the fastest way to the Court of the Sun, and he's already late for a magisterial meeting. If he's delayed too long, the doors will shut and lock, and he has another very important, very impassioned speech to deliver to those miserable bastards.
He is not yet a magister himself, unfortunately, and he is the council's least favorite petitioner, besides. It's very likely that those simpering tyrants would love an excuse to silence him, however flimsy.
Adrasteius quickens his pace, looking straight ahead, doing his best to ignore the sly, predatory gazes on his back.]
He just sneers. Dealing in bloodthistle, most likely, or arranging something even more depraved--the Row was known for its dark corners, and for the wretched scenes that played out inside of them. Adra does not like to walk through here, but it's the fastest way to the Court of the Sun, and he's already late for a magisterial meeting. If he's delayed too long, the doors will shut and lock, and he has another very important, very impassioned speech to deliver to those miserable bastards.
He is not yet a magister himself, unfortunately, and he is the council's least favorite petitioner, besides. It's very likely that those simpering tyrants would love an excuse to silence him, however flimsy.
Adrasteius quickens his pace, looking straight ahead, doing his best to ignore the sly, predatory gazes on his back.]
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Vehiron slinks up behind Adrasteius with a sharp, toothy grin.]
Hey there, magepants.
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I have no time for you right now. Slither along.
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I'd love to hear all about what has you so preoccupied.
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[WALKING.]
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They'll wait for me.
[He's purring as he circles around Adra.] They love me.
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[trying to step away from this circling.]
If you'll excuse me.
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Oh come on, just a few minutes. They're not going to decide anything and you know it.
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Let me go, Vehiron.
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Don't know, that sounds kind of fun, don't you think?
Come on, you really should give it a shot some time. Take a nice, long day off.