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 Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 8:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2005 7:33 am
J o u r n a l / R o l e - P l a y--L i n k s
(( And otherwise snagged for misc. stuff. ))
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2005 9:38 am
I n--t h e--M o r n i n g
What little silence there was to Terralusk was all ready shattered by the time Raven woke early in the morning. It was irritating to wake up, take a glance outside and realize that today was another day in the festival of fools that was going on about the town. If he could have managed it, he might have tried to do something to silence them all. Granted, it was a nice thought so that he could get back to work, but he wasn't so arrogant as to assume that he could do such a thing.
Yet, that is.
"... morons," he muttered underneath his breath, watching a pair of drunkards straggling their way back to their lodgings in some house. If it was a fortunate day they would continue on their way and not make a stop, except it wasn't much of one when the taller of the men suddenly stopped to cradle his stomach and the sounds of a stomach relieving it's self of contents reached Raven's ears. "Morons and they can't hold it together." Letting out a displeased and disgusted grunt, Raven turned from viewing the street and disappeared back into his house.
The first part was the main area of the house, sizeable enough to hold guests if he ever had any -- and he hardly did, except for visiting relations who he ran off as soon as possible -- but it was moved right past. His breakfast had all ready been had, the servant who had cooked it long gone to do whatever shopping was necessary as well as try to enjoy the festival. So long as she was back before it got too late with his things, Raven would turn a blind eye. Besides one servant gone meant one less distraction in the house and that's all that a servant was when things weren't needed to be done. ( Never mind he found the human girl's supposed singing voice to be something that should only be inflicted on those that had done things truly heinous, or in most cases anybody but himself. He did not want his ears to bleed from when she attempted high pitched notes too high for her to reach. )
His home was impeccably clean, so there was no need for the servant to be around cleaning it. His meals were often prepared before it was even dawn. Preserved and left for him to eat should he actually remember it, though they were likely to be placed so that he would do so. Hunger gnawing at his stomach was a distraction from his work at times and he quickly rectified the problem when that occurred.
Slipping on through the corridors of the home, he drifted back into his work room, all ready gearing up for a full day working on his research as well on working a few other things that needed his attention. Though it was likely that he would not get much done before the noise of the festival kicked up far too many notches and he grew the urge to see the entire city laid to waste by some sort of plague. ( Most likely of the Raven kind and most likely of his foul temper about things mucking up his work. )
The moment he finally settled into his pace of working, all the ill thoughts and will faded from his mind. The scowl on his face and the narrowing on his eyes faded into a more relaxed, concentrated position. He was in his work mode, regardless of what was going on outside. For now, until something else came up, he was in his supposed laboratory putting himself to work.
The festival of fools be damned.
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