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Jun 17, 2007 23:53:06 GMT 10
Post by Romulus Silvia on Jun 17, 2007 23:53:06 GMT 10
Romulus was moving through the castle on his own. Now and then he stopped to listen, having the distinct feeling that someone might be following him. He did not know what caused this, though he did know that usually when he felt so it was true. As he had been walking for the bulk of an hour though without catching his pursuer out; he had to consider the possibility that he was; for once; incorrect.
He was deep within the castle at the time of his umpteenth pause to listen for the sound of a hesitant footfall. It bothered him that he didn’t know quite where he was, and that still he was on a main corridor; even if it looked as if no one had trodden on this carpet for some time. You see Romulus was not in a section of the castle that was often used. He didn’t know entirely what it might ever have been used for, though he did know the house elves maintained it; obviously no one else trekked this way.
He came to the next corner and moved around it with a groan sounding deep in his chest. It might not have actually come from his chest, though it had been so low and dismal sounding that it might as well have been so. He didn’t know how much further this corridor would go into the castle though he did not feel it would be faster to turn around. It had been so long since he had seen one of those tapestries that presented a quick flight to the Golden Hall, and he knew that if he kept walking forward eventually it had to go back around to the front again, right?
He continued walked for another quarter of an hour until he decided he was certainly not being followed when he came across a door unlike any he had seen elsewhere in the manor. The door itself was quite old, and the surrounding frame was ornately crafted by hand. It was the design that took him by surprise. There was a skull in each corner and etched into the wood grain; a scythe. This was interesting.
He reached forward and pushed on the door. It glowed iridescent green for a moment; Romulus would have withdrawn except that the glow disappeared as quickly as it had come and the door opened inward. What he saw made his jaw drop.
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Jun 24, 2007 2:36:23 GMT 10
Post by Duke W. Harrison III on Jun 24, 2007 2:36:23 GMT 10
Duke turned his head slightly to his right from the high backed winged chair seat he was relaxing in when he heard the door open on his right side. Waiting for the younger male to step into the room quickly, Duke went back to doing what he had been doing before the interruption: Looking in a hand held mirror and fixing up his hair. He had been told to change his appearance to hide his appearance from those who would remember him from his stint as a student merely three years prior, as he still looked young and around the same age as any seventh year male, he had cast a glamour to change his hair colour.
Due to having entered the school in the middle of a class session, wearing a Ruberagon house robe, and with an enchanted cloak clasp that was designed to dampen any identifiable magical signatures, which had been given to him by Lady Avada herself when he had been briefed on his mission, He had entered the school undetected as anything other than member of the student body.
Part one- infiltration, successful.
Now in the school, Duke had to get to his targeted position within the walls of the castle, the room simply titled ‘The Portal’. In his briefing, he had been told that this room had five doorways, not including the one that he entered through, each door way lead to a different wing of the castle, four of the doors to the respective houses and then there was a fifth. The fifth door was what he thought would contain what he was after, or a way to it.
‘The Portal’ was a very interesting room, Duke discovered as he spent his time in the room. It had a roof to floor bookcase full of old tomes, their pages yellowed with age but otherwise seemed to be in top condition. There was a fireplace and a mantle about it, a small trophy cabinet of some sort in another corner, a clock with five arms on it, each arm a school colour except one which was black. It had just the one chair in which Duke had occupied since his arrival. He wasn’t exactly sure what to make of the room but then he figured it wasn’t his place to really think much of anything about it other than to complete his mission.
Part two- locating, successful.
Duke was told he would be given a small time frame to in which he would be required to leave the room through one of the five new doors presented to him, and that Lady Avada would be in touch with him via a enchanted parchment that would distribute her orders. So with nothing short to time to kill on his hands in an assuredly safe room, Lady Avada had somehow personally seen to that which he had not question in to what or how but nodded and took it in his stride, for if he questioned, his ability to stride would be, with questions or hesitations, removed. Conjuring up a mirror to look at his reflection and make sure that none of this mission has disrupted his perfectly placed hair, it was after staring and winking at himself for forty-five minutes the door opened to reveal the boy.
Duke asked him the thing he figured most important at the moment before moving his gaze back to the mirror and tilting his to the left and pulling a stiff face.
“Do you think brown hair suits me? Be Honest.”
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Jun 27, 2007 13:00:42 GMT 10
Post by Romulus Silvia on Jun 27, 2007 13:00:42 GMT 10
Romulus did not bother replying to this show of idiocy. He knew this mission was going to be interesting the moment he had found out that Duke was to be joining him on it. He had chosen not to complain about it as he knew there were others in the castle whom were quite willing to do the work of his mistress and so he would not offer up the chance for one of them to usurp his position of elevation among other student operatives. He merely chose to be bluntly rude to Duke whenever the occasion called for it, the occasion in question came surprisingly fast; “To be so brutally honest would be to insult, in that case I choose to say nothing,”
It was politely insulting, he knew Duke would probably just grin and take the remark as the most polite greeting he could have received from Romulus Silvia, and rightly so. Romulus complimented no one. Duke should understand this about him by now, the two had been in the service of the dark lady for long enough to know enough about each other to at the very least understand that. He moved forward into the room looking about with a slight hint of surprise. “This is different to what I saw when last I was here,” he spoke as he moved forward.
His gaze moved from his colleague to the fireplace, the trophy cabinet, and then to the clock. The clock had been here before, but the doors had not been. The dark lady forbid him to inspect the place more thoroughly earlier; at least not until he had backup. And now that he was back, he could not help but be a little annoyed that his colleague had perhaps upset the room, and so the setting upon this visit was slightly different.
“This is not right,” he uttered as he placed each of his strong pale hands on the waist of his lengthy black cloak. It was uncannily warm in the room for the dead of winter; he supposed that this must be due to the fireplace, but even that seemed a little beyond acceptable reasoning. “This place has changed,” he said moving forward to the clock and placing a hand on the face of it.
Nothing happened.
“This is indeed the room of portals, but this is not right, they should not be so easily accessible,” he said moving towards one of the doors. He hesitated an inch from the door handle. No, this was not right. “We have upset this room,” he said looking at Duke as if it were entirely his fault that the room was no longer as it should be. In case Duke was not clear of this accusation, Romulus added, “What did you do?”
His eyes were narrow and his expression angered. When he had come into this room before there had been a grand stair case that lead up to a second level. On this second level there were five doors like this one, only there were two smaller doors upon the landing on each side of one huge black door in the middle. In that case it had been clear which door he was supposed to go through on his mission. Things had changed now. The room of portals no longer trusted them, how were they supposed to tell which door was which.
He had discussed the room at length with the dark lady, and had been told that beyond each door was in fact a private entry to the house commons and private wings of the castle known only to that founder. Though also there were tests one had to pass to reach these places. He knew how to pass each of Avada’s. But he did not dare attempt another.
“What?” he added in a deep and disapproving tone, “Did you do?”
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Jun 28, 2007 1:21:04 GMT 10
Post by Duke W. Harrison III on Jun 28, 2007 1:21:04 GMT 10
“Now now there is no need to be jealous because I’m just so handsome”
Some people may have expected duke to laugh after such a comment be he believed that the only possible reason for people not to like him was because of his handsome features, quick wit and all round attractiveness. He really was that self centred to believe it so. His vanity, just like the relationship between him and the Ruberagon student would never change. Both men were usually point blank with each other, referring to each other when alone together. Romulus would be ever so stony and Duke would make the occasional off topic comment to relieve the natural tension that came between two males, able in both body and mind and very prideful.
Standing up from his seat to watch the younger boy pace over the room, he had just watched on in a highly amused fashion until the accusations started to be thrown in his direction. With on last admiring look at himself in the mirror of his hand, he put in down on the seat and fully turned his attention to the other occupant of the room.
“Oh ho, don’t go pointing fingers at me boy wonder.” Duke said, lifting his hands in almost placating way but the way his forearm muscles tensed showed the strength behind the simple gesture. “ I came in through the same door as you, the doors appeared over the time I have been here waiting for you to arrive. They appeared one by one starting with good old Saphricorn, then Ameraid, followed by Emerindyl, Lastly Ruberagon appeared then seconds later the black door.”
Duke gestured to the doors in the sequence he had explained them. All he had done was sit down and conjured a mirror to look at himself and a glass of ale, no exactly the most sinister actions. The ‘room of portals’ hadn’t changed except for the doors since he arrived. Shrugging lazily he continued on in his explanation.
“I did happen notice that the clock chimed a high pitch when a door appeared, but it let out a low pitch when a door flickered out of sight. I think it has some sort of connection to the coming and goings of the founders” Duke said, removing his gaze from the other boy to examine his nails, having spent most of the day cooped up in this room, he had analysed pretty much everything. “Like it flickers out when they are off the school grounds, and returns when they are on the grounds. Connected to the school wards is my bet. The black door just appeared and hasn’t changed.”
Duke was starting to wonder if he had done something wrong in the eyes of Lady Avada and this was her way of punishing him, by sticking him with the stuck up up-start that nobody else in the guild wanted to work with. Quickly dismissing the thought as he knew better that if his Lady was disappointed in him or he had behaved badly, he would have paid with his life or some crippling pain at the very least.
‘Now if you’ve finished pointing the finger wrongly, perhaps we can figure out how to go about this quickly, I still have to make my exit and undetected is preferable” Duke remarked in a almost bored manner as if he could be thousands of other, better, places right now. “Oh and I wouldn’t be so quick to day easily acceptable. I wouldn’t go touching the other doors, you’ll find yourself paralysed for a minimum of forty minutes to around a hour and twenty minutes.”
Duke knew that several other guild members had mentioned in passing that when Romulus was told or offered advice that he didn’t take it, but Duke hoped he would. Lady Avada had told him more then a few of her little test would require the pair of them both.
And Duke Harrison the Third was not in the mood for babysitting a paralysed idiot because they didn't listen.
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Jun 28, 2007 20:47:40 GMT 10
Post by Romulus Silvia on Jun 28, 2007 20:47:40 GMT 10
Romulus listened with a lazy expression planted firmly on his normally expressionless face. He didn’t register a lot of what the idiot said, though he was sure that he meant well, as well as someone so ignorant could mean to be at any rate. “A fascinating account, I am sure,” he said to the man as he stepped back from the door watching as one of them popped out of existence without a sound.
Contrary to what Duke might have believed, many in the Guild were more then happy to work with him. Romulus was everything a Guild member should be. A faithful follower of the dark lady, and a purist of the beliefs she held in high regard. Romulus was also part Ruberagon, as many guild members were, having been in the house, and as such he knew how to hold himself with a certain degree of decorum; something this buffoon lacked with every noise and each breath that his miserable little life moved through. Romulus had been roped into working with Duke because no other member not already a student looked young enough to make it through the castle unnoticed, and none of the member Romulus had recruited from the student body were prepare for such a task.
He shuddered when he found out whom he would be working with.
“A brilliant deduction, once again you have put your cunning mind to the task and demonstrated to all involved just how little logic floats around in the vacant space between your ears,” Romulus said as he stopped with his arms folded and stared down his accomplice. “If you were indeed correct in believing the doors disappear when the house founders leave the grounds then why is the black door visible when Lady Avada has not set foot in the grounds for several hundred years… save her brief stint six years ago,” he muttered looking away from the idiot. He already wanted to curse him back into puberty, or he would have if Duke had in fact reached it yet.
“Accio!” he snapped at the cup Duke had been drinking from. It arrived in his hands in a flash before his wand had even been lowered. Romulus smelt the scent coming off it and threw the goblet back at his accomplice unceremoniously, “Ale? In a school? You idiot, you didn’t think that would have an effect? Did you not listen when Lady Avada said very clearly that this room has the temperament of Hippogriff? You do one little thing to offend it and it will give you nothing good in return,” he looked around at the objects in the room anxiously. He was surprised that nothing had happened up until this point. There were a couple of things in the room that had not been the last time Romulus was in here.
“We should probably vacate and re-enter?” he suggested, though the reply he would have expected could not have come as quickly as he had expected it to when something else happened. The chair in which Duke had been lounging; sprung to life and closed cuffs around each of his ankles and any other part of him it could reach. It enlarged to a proportion whereby it might have appeared Duke was in the mouth of some vicious half chair half wolf. It was snarling as Romulus drew his wand level with it. He had been very careful not to touch anything in the room so perhaps he would be safe from this first attack.
The chair bounced around as if daring Romulus to try to take back Duke, and Romulus had to admit to himself that he was quite capable of allowing it to devour his accomplice. Though he did not imagine Avada would miss his presence too much, he knew the death of another of their kind so close to the attack on Finnias Mark.
Morale needed to be considered here.
Romulus shook his head, nothing else in the room seemed to be awake, this was perhaps because none of it had been touched. He could only imagine what might have happened to him if he dared touch one of the doors. He didn’t imagine it would be quite as nice sounding as what Duke had predicted. “If I save you are you going to behave?” he smirked looking at Duke who he did not doubt was probably in pain, unless the chair showed him some benevolence.
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Jun 29, 2007 0:30:59 GMT 10
Post by Duke W. Harrison III on Jun 29, 2007 0:30:59 GMT 10
Duke having gotten sick of the snide attitude that he was coping from this boy who seemed determined to play with the big boys, so during his tirade Duke had just looked at him in a bored fashion with his arms crossed only to be taken by surprise by the chair claming around his feet first followed by the rest of his lower half which caused him to fall back into it depths.
Having learnt a long time ago that panicking in situations that looked bad would get him no where, he made not a sound or a movement but let the chair thrash about while he remained in its grasp. From where he had been grabbed and with his arms still folded he had access to his wand that was holstered up his sleeve but he made no movement to get to it.
‘I wouldn’t attack it if I was you.” Duke said, sounding calm and without the slightest trace of anxious undertones, and his facial expression was of nothing but as if he was merely discussing the weather or general topics. “You attack it then I will be hurt because you and I will be regarded as a threat. For someone who talks a big game…”
Duke knew that in trailing off his sentence would say more than if he had finished it, rolling his eyes he finally reached for his wand and lazily flicked it as if he had all the time in the world, and as if he was coated in oil he slide out of the clutches of the chair and onto the floor where he rolled away from the still thrashing about chair. Straightening his robes and dusting imaginary specks of dirty of his shoulders, he looked at the other boy almost in a disappointed manner before looking at the now still chair.
“I don’t take orders from you squirt. Nor would I ever need you to save me” Duke said quietly with a cold edge. He was quickly starting to loose his patience with this situation, he handled the isolation well enough, bored but he had managed to no go insane because of it, he had even not been disappointed in his accomplice in this mission, most guild members were ready to just get in, do what had to be done, then get out. Duke was one of these people. But now it seemed like he was babysitting an approval hungry child, and getting clamped down on by a chair painfully, and although he showed no outer signs of any discomfiture or pain, he knew he would be applying a pain relieving salve when he got home to his right side where his side had smacked against the side of the chair while being attacked.
‘I think its trying to figure out whether we are here with ill intentions.” Duke said, listening to the quiet for a moment, for a creak, a groan, even a shuffle of movement other than the inhaling and exhaling of himself and Romulus, but there was no noise. “I don’t think exiting and entering again will do anything. I think we just need to figure this out and quickly…Wait…What if Lady Avada allocated an heir of sorts? Someone who would still be at Koalingo and is tied to the wards by that fact? Would explain the doors and the clock.”
Duke didn’t even know why the idea came to him, he was really just pondering out allowed but what if it was possible, or had been done? That would cause many problematic scenarios to run through his head, and Duke was sure there wasn’t some love child of Lady Avada running around the halls of Koalingo. Duke stopped a chuckle and turned into a dry cough at that though and just settled at looking at the Koalingo student.
“Well?”
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Jul 1, 2007 21:09:07 GMT 10
Post by Romulus Silvia on Jul 1, 2007 21:09:07 GMT 10
Romulus looked at Duke with intentions on hexing him. He was quite good at Legilimency for someone his age. Lady Aada herself had taught him and there were very few people who could hide their thoughts from him when he set his mind to it. He was not at all happy with Duke’s attitude and was on the point of turning and walking out when he heard a second voice in his ear saying to him ‘Give him a chance, I know he might not be what you expected, but at least you are not on your own, worse case scenario you let him get eaten by Kiernan,’ this voice was one he heard often and while he disliked taking the advice coming from said voice; he could not help but see the logic in it.
“There is no heir of Avada,” he said it as simply as one who knew the fact and was not on the grounds of arguing it. Case closed. There was no heir. He didn’t need to tell Duke this, he didn’t expect he would listen anyway. Regardless if there was an heir of Avada’s blood; she would not readily give the rights of her house over to anyone else in the castle. Particularly knowing what was hiding deep in the castle out of her reach. She couldn’t trust very many with the knowledge she had entrusted to Romulus; that was bound to make others jealous.
“I really think we need to allow the room to reset itself,” he said as he watched the chair bounce away across the room where it jumped into the wall smacking itself stupid. It deflected and landed on its back on the ground quite immobile. “This is not the room I entered when last I came here,” he said looking at Duke and speaking with a voice that spoke somewhat clearly that Duke should not argue with him. Despite what Duke might think, Romulus was not here to trade cruel banter back and forth. He didn’t have to like Duke to know what needed to be done.
“I will see you outside,” Romulus turned on his heel and walked towards the door, though when he reached out for the handle he found surprisingly that the door was no longer there.
“This is not good,” he said turning around slowly. In the many times Romulus had entered this room; apart from looking completely different to what it did now, it had never attempted to lock him inside it. There was something else going on here. Something sinister. He looked back at Duke with murder in his eyes. This could only be described as his fault. Was Duke not briefed that Romulus was to lead this expedition and Duke was there to assist. Did he not get told that while on the mission he was to shut his trap and do nothing without permission.
The room had locked them in now, and that spelt trouble anyway you looked at it.
“You forget something about this room, Duke , it was only sealed by Lady Avada, it was not made by her, and the magic that permeates its boundaries is a magic fit to a school for children, no one consumed alcoholic beverages within the walls of Koalingo Manor,” he knew he would be reporting this stuff up to Lady Avada the moment he returned with his report. He was angry with him now, and knew there was nothing Duke could do to redeem himself.
“Move aside,” Romulus said to him as he raised his wand and pointed it at the Trophy Cabinet. He could not be sure, but it seemed as if the trophy cabinet was breathing. At least it seemed to expand and shrink somewhere around the middle. He pointed his wand at it, though was prepared to attack only if something further occurred. He knew someone had been following him. Perhaps this was why the door would not let them out again. Someone in the room was attempting to deceive it.
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Jul 1, 2007 21:51:37 GMT 10
Post by Kiernan on Jul 1, 2007 21:51:37 GMT 10
There's a new one... A newcomer... Did the pretty one bring him? No. He's arguing. He doesn't like him. The pretty one. He's back. Kiernan likes him. He's kind to us, he is... We like him, don't we room? Yes...
There was movement behind the Duke, though it looked like nothing but a trick of the light. Kiernan had covered herself in a disillusionment charm years ago and had forgotten about it. She was... The Guardian of The Room. The Lady told her to stay, and stay she had. Hadn't she been loyal? It had felt like Kiernan had been here for days, maybe even a week, and the Lady had not come back. The school must be open by now, there was a student in here, he must have been, he was wearing robes of the school. She could tell he was loyal to the Lady, he had the Quality. But... It was wrong. She shook her head a little. It felt different, heavier. She wondered where the Lady was and why there was people in her room. Students?
Students. And that one. He was.. He was drinking. Drinking alcohol. Drinking alcohol in her room. The Lady would be most displeased.
The room had changed, for Kiernan willed it so. The room had doors now, because Kiernan had said there could be doors. And there was a door missing. This one who was drinking in her room would be punished.
Kiernan held out her hand and waved it at the chair, which moved suddenly, entrapping the Other one in it's grip. She did not expect the Other one to get out. But this was the first test. The Other one had done shame upon the Lady and he would pay. She waved a hand at the Trophy Cabinet and it slowly came alive, beginning with breathing. Kiernan looked to the First one and saw that he had realised. It did not matter. She liked the first one. He was nt aggressive. Curious, but not aggressive. The Other one had befouled her room and she would tell the Lady when she came back.
Kiernan moved to stand behind the First one, she stepped right up to him, breathing quietly. She knew he could not see her, she was sure of that, but she did not like the Other one, and it seemed like the First one shared her opinion. He had offended her and her room.
She was the room.
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Aug 17, 2007 0:40:02 GMT 10
Post by Duke W. Harrison III on Aug 17, 2007 0:40:02 GMT 10
“I take orders from one person and it is definitely not you” Duke said almost sneering, holding himself in check with a strong level of self restraint that was very rarely exercised as the evidence pointed out.
Duke had no idea why this mere child thought himself in charge of this mission or Duke. He had been informed by Avada to do whatever had to be done to retrieve the object. He had not been told what it was just that he would know it when he saw it, and that with ‘assistance’ of another guild member he was to return it to her by day break tomorrow. While Duke was a ‘big picture’ person who took in the details to make sure he got to the big picture, now standing in this room he had to admit he had overlooked something.
But he would not admit it aloud.
“]Move aside” he mimicked the other males words looking at him with nothing but disdain. Duke would have to remember how this little snot nosed punk acted for further retaliation, there was indifference then there was pushing that limit. Romulus had just jumped that line completely.
“And you know I hate to state the obvious but wine is alcoholic, the Professors have goblets full on their tables during the feasts so there puts a hole in that ridiculous theory. Hope you didn’t pin your hopes on it. Its forbidden for wee little students like you to consume anything heavier than Butterbeer, guests like myself are treated to that courtesy of drinking privileges. ” Duke said removing his wand from his thigh holster before lazily crossing his arms and letting it dangle loosely in his hand, all the while prepared to snap into action. He would have no reservations about killing off this little pest if he had to in order to move forwards.
Looking at where Romulus was looking, while he hadn’t moved when he had been oh so politely asked to. Now that his attention had been pointed to it he noticed the seeming moving motion of it going in and out, as if it was ’breathing. That’s impossible though..’
Tilting his head slightly and squinting he could make out the rough area that he perceived to be moving, still squinting he turned his head to the other boy, the area behind his back seemed to be a little distorted but Duke just figured that this was trick of the room. Perhaps it was trying to make them paranoid and turn off against each other in frustration, which Duke mused wouldn’t need all that encouragement given their current feelings and actions towards each other.
“Any suggestions? Straight out blasting it in brute force might bring unwanted attention. While I can just throw money around and wipe away my presence it won’t be that easy for you. We could try cutting the section, dissect it, weaken whatever it is.” Duke said, his mind whizzing with thoughts all the while not really thinking that it wasn’t an attack on them. “Or perhaps if it’s a creature its hungry and we just feed you to it. I’m much too important to be food for anything or anyone”
A creepy feeling set in over Duke one that made him think that he would not get his way and just get this over and done with quickly. This didn’t please him one bit.
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Aug 18, 2007 9:37:58 GMT 10
Post by Romulus Silvia on Aug 18, 2007 9:37:58 GMT 10
“Neither,” was all that Romulus said as he discarded a lot of what Duke had said; knowing that he was as ignorant about the situation as a muggleborn on their first day at Koalingo. He could feel the sense behind him and knew who it was. Staying still was about all he could do to stop the being from attacking Duke again. Duke might not realize it, but Romulus was protecting him at this moment. Not because he cared for the idiot in any way shape or form, but knowing that Lady Avada had gotten so angry at the loss of Finnias Mark, he could only imagine who she might react if another of her operatives was lost to her. Though Duke did seem somewhat dispensable, at any rate, Romulus did not wish to be the one left behind when the task they were set was not completed. Lady Avada had sent two of them for a reason.
“For once in your life would you just shut your face and do as you are told – asked,” he changed his wording at last thought as if this might have subtly hinted to his colleague that Romulus was just trying to help him; against his better judgment, mind you, but all the same… “Do not move, we are not alone in this room, and I would not be so ready to suggest that attack is the best choice,”
At this point, taking slight and quiet steps, Romulus moved forward two paces before stopping and turning to look at the presence he had felt behind him. His face was impassive and his breathing was about as even as he could have hoped for it to be. His boots clicked on the ground with each step, though even this was surprisingly quiet. He lowered his wand and placed it securely in his pocket. He knew better then to approach this creature while armed. It needed to understand his intentions.
“Kiernan,” he said calmly. He had not had a chance to tell the Dark Lady about this being. Only that he knew something was alive in the chamber, something the Dark Lady had not told him about. She had answered simply that she does not know what it is, and that it could be one of a million possible tricks and curses placed upon the room by the other founds in case she ever tried to return. “Kiernan, this is Duke, he is… an acquaintance,”
He did not choose his word to insult Duke, though in truth he would not even refer to Duke as an acquaintance when he was speaking with anyone else. His choice of words were so precise in the light that Kiernan had to know that Romulus would never befoul the chamber of the Founders with something like alcohol, despite what Duke had said, Romulus knew this to be the reason Kiernan had taken a direct disliking to him. This room was for the founders alone, Duke should not even be here, let alone drinking in it. Knowing this, Romulus could not call Duke a friend as Kiernan would dislike Romulus for it, rather then becoming less disliking of Duke. As it was, he was still not sure what to expect from this creature.
“Kiernan?” Romulus spoke again. He knew it had taken a lot for the creature to show itself to him the first time he had come into this room. But he would need to be sure this presence was Kiernan, otherwise he and Duke were in a lot more trouble then they might be. “Kiernan, I beg of you to reveal yourself to me, I need to be sure it is safe, I am your friend, would you like for me to feel unsafe in your domain?” He could only hope this would work. He had appealed to her only once before, that time it had worked. But he could not be sure to find luck in an appeal a second time.
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