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milliways_bar2010-02-22 10:54 pm
mogget_cat) wrote in milliways_bar2010-02-22 10:54 pm
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(Millitimed to before Teja's re-entrance)
Yrael spent all of last night and much of today in the woods, searching for what clues he could find. There are a number of scents, some familiar, some not. There are no remaining footprints, due to the drifting snow and his own actions at the scene of the crime. But there are scents.
Just nothing he can do right at this moment. Which is giving him time to slow down and think. And feel.
He doesn't want to. It aches, the loss. He has never had a friend taken away from him in this manner. Some have left the bar for good, yes, but it was of their own choice. Teja... he was taken. Yrael doesn't do well with this foreign kind of pain.
He's currently in one of the high-backed chairs by the fireplace, gazing unseeing at the flames. He has forgotten that he still wears his new, finely tailored suit. It is rather worse for wear, still stained with dried blood and dirt from the night before.
A half-full bottle of Atlantean sits on the table at his elbow.
Yrael spent all of last night and much of today in the woods, searching for what clues he could find. There are a number of scents, some familiar, some not. There are no remaining footprints, due to the drifting snow and his own actions at the scene of the crime. But there are scents.
Just nothing he can do right at this moment. Which is giving him time to slow down and think. And feel.
He doesn't want to. It aches, the loss. He has never had a friend taken away from him in this manner. Some have left the bar for good, yes, but it was of their own choice. Teja... he was taken. Yrael doesn't do well with this foreign kind of pain.
He's currently in one of the high-backed chairs by the fireplace, gazing unseeing at the flames. He has forgotten that he still wears his new, finely tailored suit. It is rather worse for wear, still stained with dried blood and dirt from the night before.
A half-full bottle of Atlantean sits on the table at his elbow.
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Ganymede only nudges Yrael over lightly. "Will you sit with me? Perhaps a different conversation will ease your worry." That and the heat is getting to where he can't hold his hands against the Bright Shiner for much longer without getting burned.
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"Merely grief I cannot well express, and anger that has not yet found its outlet."
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"If you wish for something to occupy your time I can give you that." Perhaps he can teach Yrael to make one that can be spelled.
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"Show me."
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He works slowly enough for Yrael to see what he's doing, but quickly enough for the knife to not slip out of the lines he wants. "It's as if two separate bridges have been melded together; this will be the connector for a double aulos."