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Apr 29, 2007 18:31:10 GMT 10
Post by Professor Robbie Ruberagon on Apr 29, 2007 18:31:10 GMT 10
Robbie moved through the extensive network of secret passages along a corridor he found quite familiar now. This was a regular visit of his that he performed once a fortnight for reasons he would never discuss with others. Moving through the castle he found the room easy enough. The water cast light flecks upon the wall opposing the entrance like a beacon, which drew in anyone who sought it out.
He moved into the room and saw that it was quite simple. The design in the stone was much smoother then the rest of the castle though, as if it had been rendered as it was quite smooth and was a light lavender colour that looked blue in the reflecting light from the fountain at the back of it positioned against the wall.
Robbie moved towards the fountain and waited a moment as he inspected the water. The little electric-like creatures that gathered in the water swarmed towards where he stood at the edge of the fountain as if daring him to challenge them. They were stupid of course as with every other visit to this office he pointed his wand at them and a shock wave jetted across the surface scaring them away. He use the opportunity to slip into the fountain. The effect was immediate.
A mere fraction of the size he once was, he found that he was surrounded by water. He tapped his head and soon a bubble formed over his mouth and made him quite capable of breathing. He looked about and saw the little electric creatures were coming back for a second go.
They never learned.
He raised his wand and a pulse shot directly at them this time. A couple of them lost all the electric field that surrounded them and were revealed to be little fish with fairy wings. The scattered as quickly as they had come, the most damaged in the lead. Robbie looked around and saw the portals, which lead into the underwater office of Lady Ameraid. He made for it with haste; he had little interest in going back and forth with her guardians all night.
There was a knock at the door and Robbie entered the office of Lady Ameraid to see that she was not there. Or at least it appeared that way for the moment; Robbie knew that would be very unlikely. Very unlikely indeed. He checked to make sure that he was completely dry and found he was.
He moved towards the desk where Lady Ameraid would undoubtedly lead him to in due course and thought he would save her the hassle by sitting on one of the chairs on the opposite side of it. Tapping the wooden arms with his fingers while he waited.
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Apr 29, 2007 18:41:26 GMT 10
Post by Lady Amberly Ameraid on Apr 29, 2007 18:41:26 GMT 10
“Rubeus, fancy seeing you here tonight,” Amberly spoke from the height of the ladder she had climbed. She was quite capable of getting any book from her extensive collection without moving from her chair, though she had been stationary for quite a long time and found the act of remaining stationary somewhat tedious. She had a lot of time to spend in the long time that she had lived and found simple acts like climbing ladders in search of books soothing,
She didn’t share the enjoyment of climbing down a ladder from this height though and was soon sitting back at her desk in a movement so quick that to look away for a moment would be to miss it. She faded as if made of dust and reappeared at her desk with the book; she sought, in her hand. She appraised Robbie Ruberagon as she waited for him to talk, though understood almost at once that this was folly as this time, like all others, he expected her to be the one to speak first.
“Very well,” she answered him, knowing the two of them were quite capable of speaking with their minds, though it was so rare for her to be in a place where she was one hundred percent certain no one was listening in. And she had such a lovely voice that it would seem a shame to keep it from her only company, “I take it you have come again with the purpose you come every time?” she said to him as if accusing him of something disgusting.
“You know, Robbie, you are not nearly as nice these days as you used to be,” she said to him with a voice that was unlike any she had used with anyone else ever. It was almost baby like, pouty and childish, “What happened to the strapping young man who used to wander around the castle like a lost puppy looking for all the attention he could get from me? This new motive does nothing to endear you the way you used to, it’s terribly unattractive actually”
She knew she was taunting him, and she knew he would not appreciate it one bit, though she had no intention on changing her attitude, not today, not tomorrow, not ever. Not until she got what she wanted out of him. She knew he had always expected her to be angry with him for what he did to her, though she would not give him the satisfaction of making her angry, he could handle her when she was angry, he could not handle her when she was like this though, and she knew it.
“Feel like doing something else tonight, this is getting a little dull after seven years,” she raised her eyes open wide and grimaced showing the dimples only he knew she had. She knew this drove him wild too.
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Apr 29, 2007 18:55:29 GMT 10
Post by Professor Robbie Ruberagon on Apr 29, 2007 18:55:29 GMT 10
Robbie looked up when he heard the voice he knew belonged to only one woman. It had haunted his dreams for the longest time and he would never forget it from this point until the day the ended all others. He maintained his position as he watched her, knowing that she would do something overly dramatic. It was so like her. And she did. He saw her fizzle away from her position atop the ladder and by the time his eyes were level again she was already sitting in the chair behind the desk looking at him.
He liked that she cut to the chase immediately; he didn’t have to explain things. He wondered why she was being so accommodating to begin with, for the first five years she had had him explain what it was he wanted from her each time they did it, and it did drive him crazy. Thankfully, and surprisingly she had stopped that by this time and they were able to get into it with minimal interruptions.
And then she pulled that face. He had to look away. He didn’t like that she knew it would have this affect on him, but he also did like to have to look at it, and looking away was the lesser of two evils. The problem was he was always drawn back to it, and his eyes were on her again before she tired of pulling the face. He pulled a half smile-sneer narrowing his eyes in the process.
“That’s because,” he snapped splitting the silence that followed what she was saying, she was already winding him up and he would have cursed at himself for allowing her this win so early in the game if he was not so sure she would hear him doing it. He narrowed his eyes again and composed himself before continuing. He didn’t like her when she was like this, but if she wanted to play back and forth a little while longer before they really got into it, then he would oblige, begrudgingly of course.
“That is because at the time I thought you were my mother,” he said to her knowing exactly which line would bother her most. She might have been a beauty unsurpassed by many others; likely any others in her opinion. But she was still very vain, and he knew how to attack her vanity, “I mean it all fit at the time, you are much much much much much older then I am,” he didn’t smile, but the look on his face was a satisfied one.
He knew she was taunting him. He understood it, and it was fine with him, he would be more concerned if she had just conceded to give it all to him without any of the pre-game. He maintained his level expression and his calm eyes were focused on the target, “There is nothing I would rather do then leave you to your solitude, the emptiness of your heart should reflect on the rest of you, so give me what I want, and I will leave you to your aging,”
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Apr 29, 2007 19:09:20 GMT 10
Post by Lady Amberly Ameraid on Apr 29, 2007 19:09:20 GMT 10
“Ah I see, so we are going to revisit this one are we, son” she smiled at this point knowing he would appreciate this in the slightest. She knew he was only humouring him with playing along with her little games and so she obliged in return by trying to make him angry. She knew he enjoyed yelling. He was his father’s son and was quite capable of being angry when he really put his mind to it. She had never seen him really go off though and was curious to see exactly how good he was at it.
He had bitten already, which meant half her work was already done for her, she was getting better and better at driving him to heightened volume and fiercer physical reaction. It excited her appropriately. She was smiling at him now, knowing that it didn’t suit him in the slightest to see her respond to him in such a way. She knew he would expect it, but all the same it wouldn’t suit him, which meant it suited her just fine.
“And how did we react when we found out who our mother was?” she asked him with raised eyebrows. He had never told her how he felt about the true identity of his mother. She had sought the answers from Oniada but had received nothing. Apparently blood was thicker then friendship. She didn’t really expect him to respond well to this question either, and again this suited her just fine.
Her smile went away instantly when he mentioned her age, she could have pounced across the desk and scratched his eyes out. A good thing that she had a lot more control over her physical being then many others in the world. She didn’t appreciate his comments on her age and she moved her eyes briefly to a mirror, which stood across the room. Her eyes took in her entire reflection in the brief moment she glance it.
Flawless. As usual.
“But we like women with a bit of experience don’t we?” she looked calm now. She was confident in the perfection of her appearance enough to let the remark on her age tumble off her shoulders and into the dust that collected around all the lies that were ever thrown at her. She looked at him and waited for this one to click, not paying attention to his final remark.
She was not done with him yet. Not nearly.
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May 3, 2007 16:43:28 GMT 10
Post by Professor Robbie Ruberagon on May 3, 2007 16:43:28 GMT 10
Rob shut down entirely to the discussion at hand. She would goad him all night if he allowed it, and they had finally reached the point where he could stand it no more. He sat there with one hand resting under his bristly chin and the other one tapping the wooden arm of the chair he was sitting in. He thought for a moment that he might sigh but decided it was a little overdramatic for the situation at hand.
“Sylvia warned you something like this might happen of course, I find it interesting that you are the one with the gift of foresight and yet she was the one who foresaw what was going to happen, and how surprising that it would end up biting you with such ferocious irony?” he said with a flicker of a cruel smile dancing on his lips though never remaining long enough to be recalled.
“One of your own, Amberly?” he said as he looked at her, “One of your own, taken by Avada, and you expect the four of us to believe that you knew nothing about it, I saw you talking with Oniada at the duelling competition…” he knew this one might strike a chord, Amberly was not exactly being secretive about her discussion with Oniada on the night in question, neither did she elaborate on it.
“Making sure everything was going according to plan, I expect?” he said still watching her intensely. He tried with all the strength he could muster subtly to break through Amberly’s defences and discover what the woman was keeping from the other founders and himself. He had been there seven years ago when the founders returned to the world, and he had seen all that Amberly Ameraid had concocted, and he still had trouble trusting her. Not that he ever did. He knew her lies and deceit ran much deeper then anyone but him knew.
“You know it has only been a couple of years,” he said to her as he turned his hand over. In it he was holding a small purple stone set in a golden earring. He had had it on him for a very long time, and knew she would like to have it back, though he would never give it to her, not until he had uncovered all of it’s secrets.
“I have never underestimated you Amberly, and I never will,” he said closing his hand over the earring, only to open it a moment later to display that it was now empty, “Why must we play this game, I grow bored of it, and I know you do also,”
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