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Albert Silverberg ([personal profile] chikaidestroyer) wrote2008-12-18 09:43 pm

∞ 44: Another meeting [written/action]

Filtered to the council and Golbez
[written]


I would like to call a meeting in the very near future. We have much to talk about -- the tunnels, the desert, the fort, the ruins. In addition, we have the matter of a destructive new resident who had to be forcefully neutralized; Sir Golbez, another newcomer, can report on the matter.

Your thoughts on meeting soon, everyone. Mark is unfortunately absent due to our captors.

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[action]

[Albert is finally heeding his body's need for nourishment, going out to shop for groceries. He has a lot on his mind -- but really, when does he not?]

[identity profile] todisgrace.livejournal.com 2008-12-23 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
I will.

[He glances up at the owl, meeting its eyes momentarily. It wouldn't be a good idea to ask him now. ...This could be. He manages a smile.]

...Good night, Albert.

[identity profile] todisgrace.livejournal.com 2008-12-23 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Albert,

[He hears his voice before he knows what he is going to do. If this may be his last day in Luceti, whether he is just a fragment of the Malnosso's experiment or not--

He doesn't reach for Albert's hand on the doorknob. It isn't affection he settles for.]

My Flame Champion was Geddoe.

[identity profile] todisgrace.livejournal.com 2008-12-23 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[It doesn't mean anything. I did tell you not to believe me. Caesar is waiting for you in the world I came from. You are happy there. There is a world where you're a musician. Stop being ridiculous and accept the fact you care about her. This is nothing but a dream and I'm yours.

He doesn't respond to Albert's words; he will end up lying again. So he takes the knob from Albert's hand, his fingers as cold as the other's, and closes the door.]

See you in the morning.

[identity profile] todisgrace.livejournal.com 2008-12-23 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[He hears his name being called for the first time, Albert's hesitation on the other side of the door, and the sound of his footsteps becoming quieter and quieter, walking away from him. Caesar doesn't move, his hand still grasping the knob.

He counts the hollowness of the seconds and minutes, silently wondering just when he is going to learn and stop. He remembers one time when it took him three hours.]

[identity profile] todisgrace.livejournal.com 2008-12-24 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[It is past midnight when Caesar opens the door. He steps out of the room, welcoming the coldness. He makes his way to the sitting room, near the window where Rune's basket is placed. He pulls out the pair of gloves he didn't have the courage to hand it to Albert earlier, and lays them beside the basket.

He looks outside. There are still some lighted windows in the village, and he idly spends time locating them in the map he has created inside his head. After all, it isn't his decision. If the morning comes to him, he'll still be there. If it does not, it wouldn't matter anymore.]

[identity profile] todisgrace.livejournal.com 2008-12-24 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
((ooc: Let's end it here.:) And since all these Silverbergs might be scaring people at the DR, maybe it would be better if we use Caesar's character journal for Silverberg interactions. If you're interested, please leave a comment when you are not busy, and I'll make a post.:) ))

[identity profile] todisgrace.livejournal.com 2008-12-24 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
((ooc: I never thought I'd see this much of Silverbergs in the DR.:|; Is there any setting you'd like for the thread?))

[identity profile] todisgrace.livejournal.com 2008-12-24 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
((ooc: AHAHAHA. I was trying to ignore that fact, y'know. ._. And, well. Made.:|))