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W2 D2 EM.Gervais Lekal Lucille Deveaux

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#1 Gervais Lekal


  • A monkey's uncle

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age36

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 23 November 2011 - 04:26 AM

Gervais had taken up a different pattern of library visits, only going at odd times of the night, or the predawn hours. That way, he could almost guarantee that he would not see the creature. What had been unconscious before was conscious now. He did not want to encounter her again.

And yet despite that, somehow her presence had started to pervade the place. Things kept being shifted; when he arrived, he would find the ladders moved to another location on the shelves from where they had been. He was certain that she had been up them. There was a gap another day in a shelf of books that should not have been there. He had not seen her in days, but it felt as if he could not get away from her, or from the thought of her.

It was strangely discomforting. The memory of his violent reaction would not leave him alone; he kept recalling how he had flung her away from him, the single, startled noise she had made. It left a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach and on the edges of his mind, like something gnawing at him.

He tried to distract himself with the reading he usually enjoyed, and after a while he did successfully lose track of the world. But he failed to notice the passage of time; since he had arrived there, the sun had slowly crept over the horizon to spread morning over the city. Gervais, though, curled in his corner with a flickering oil-lamp for company, was completely unaware of it.


#2 Lucille Deveaux

562
Atium Chandelier
  • Age17

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginUrteau

  • Allomantic StatusOpen

Posted 11 December 2011 - 11:57 PM

Luci had lost. She couldn't believe she had actually lost to a bully. Her manuscript gone, and that priceless critique with it, and that man had got the final word while she lay disheveled on the floor. It was a devastating blow to her pride.

But, she reminded herself, she hadn't lost the war. This time, she would fare better. This time, she would tip the scales in her favor once again. She had sat up late last night copying her essay again - she couldn't risk losing it, should the bully manage to steal it once more - and, even better, she'd found that she had escaped with some of his papers. The essay didn't have a name on any of the pages, but she knew it was his. The handwriting was the same, though not as angry, and she recognized his style and his way of arguing immediately.

It was an illuminating read - not only because it gave her insight into her new favorite critic-slash-adversary, but because the man really was a brilliant philosopher. She had begun with the intent of writing on his essay as he has hers and then returning it to him, but in the end she found she couldn't bear to relinquish the thing, let alone write all over it. She was holding it hostage, she decided; when he returned her essay, she would give him his.

That hadn't stopped her from giving commentary on it, though. The second of the two folders she carried in her satchel contained several pages of neatly-written comments, feedback, and counter-arguments to the strange man's essay. And while her words weren't nearly as biting as his, she hadn't held back with the actual content of her own arguments.

After all, this man deserved nothing less than her best effort.

She arrived at the library fist thing in the morning, planning to already be there and working when he arrived, as she knew he would. Either to do his own work or to instigate another confrontation with her, he would come. What she wasn't expecting, though, was for him to already be there.

And had been for some time, by the looks of it. Had he stayed here all night? Was that even allowed? Well, no matter; she could adapt. Putting on her best friendly smile, she strode into the room with her back straight and her head held high.

"Good morning," she told him pleasantly, reaching into her satchel for the folder containing her response to his essay. "I have something for you." She placed the folder on the arm of his chair, smiled again, then promptly turned her back on him and walked away.

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#3 Gervais Lekal


  • A monkey's uncle

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age36

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 13 December 2011 - 08:03 PM

Gervais had not slept all night. The earlier hours had been spent out in the mists, before he came here to study; it was all too easy, as he sat there in the quiet warmth of the library, to drift from his half-aware state into snatches of sleep. They came more and more often as the morning wore on, and after a while he was dozing softly and peacefully.

And then a voice shattered his dream. Good morning.

His head jerked up abruptly as consciousness returned, and his eyes focused on the girl who was standing there next to his chair, smiling at him as if they were old friends. Confronted with the creature that had been repeatedly occupying his thoughts, he found he could not marshal a response. He simply stared at her for a second, suddenly tense, unable to account for her appearance. What was she doing here again? Why was she smiling at him?

In the meantime, she set a folder down on the arm of his chair. Reflexively, he caught the folder before it tipped off onto the floor, and stared after her as she turned her back on him in the next moment, as if he had suddenly ceased to exist after she had finished her brief address. He was not sure whether it had disquieted him more when she smiled, or this sudden reversal. She should have been angry, after their last encounter, but he had not been able to see any of that in her eyes, or underneath the smile. There was no trace of hostility in her voice. How…why…? It made no sense.

His eyes traveled down to the folder in his hands, and unwillingly he turned the front open to find out what she had given him. But his mind skipped about disconnectedly from word to word and sentence to sentence, and he read it at first without comprehending it at all. He was not able to focus his attention on the handwriting; not when its owner was present. She had gone up one of the ladders again. He knew it had been her moving them around.

Something sparked in his memory, however, as a phrase from the handwritten page became familiar after a moment. It was a quotation from something he had written himself; it took him a moment to recognize that it was from the pages she had snatched of his own work. She had written her own commentary on it, and given it to him…as some sort of revenge? As a reminder that she had the pages? This stratagem at least made a little more sense; it put him on more solid ground.

He set the folder down deliberately in front of him and closed it, without reading further. “If you are thinking of arranging some sort of exchange,” he said coolly, concealing everything else underneath the antagonism of his tone, “unfortunately, what you have is of no real value to me. Keep it, or burn it if you like. It makes no difference to me.”


#4 Lucille Deveaux

562
Atium Chandelier
  • Age17

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginUrteau

  • Allomantic StatusOpen

Posted 13 December 2011 - 08:10 PM

So that's how he wanted to do this, was it?

Damien had a very particular tone of voice that he used when he didn't really want to pay attention to someone, but still wanted to be polite to them anyways. Smooth and vaguely distracted, delivered usually while actively doing something other than paying attention to the other speaker, it could be quite effective when used properly. She attempted to channel that part of Damien now.

"Oh, how very generous of you," she said, climbing back down the ladder with her selections and laying them out on one of the tables. "I will enjoy reading it some more."

That said, she brought out the folder containing her own essay, and went back to ignoring the man in the corner in favor of losing herself in her own work.

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#5 Gervais Lekal


  • A monkey's uncle

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age36

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 14 December 2011 - 05:47 AM

Now he was back in familiar territory. She was ignoring him, affecting boredom, in order to try to get under his skin. “Do just as you please,” he answered in a similar tone of disinterest, only perhaps a little more contemptuous. He did not like her having the essay; he liked the thought of her reading it even less. It felt as if she was invading once again. She was under his skin already, insinuating herself into his mind, but he was not about to let her know that.

For a moment he looked at the folder sitting on the table, in lieu of watching her, though he kept her in peripheral view. She wanted him to read it, of course, or she would not have handed it to him. But he did not mean to do what she wanted him to do. He refused to read it, he would not so much as pick it up again. Why should he care what she thought of his writing? He did not.

His eyes flicked back to her. She did not look as if she had been badly hurt. Her hands were bandaged, but surely a fall like that could not have injured her seriously? It kept him from making any further snide commentary for the moment, and unaccustomedly silent.

Gervais looked instead to the door. He wanted to leave, to get out of here; to get away from her. And he was finding more and more that he did not care if he appeared to be retreating from the field.


#6 Lucille Deveaux

562
Atium Chandelier
  • Age17

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginUrteau

  • Allomantic StatusOpen

Posted 14 December 2011 - 06:09 AM

The silence stretched on, and the longer Luci stayed at her work, the deeper she found herself drawn into it in truth. Oh, she was aware of the man in the corner, of course, but he wasn't as important right now. For one thing, she had done what she set out to do - she had proven that he couldn't control her, that just because he had taken her essay didn't mean she was going to stop writing. Furthermore, he wasn't harassing her, which was always nice.

In short, today was - so far - very much a success. She found herself smiling as she worked, adding a few more references to her notes. She would finish her essay, no matter what he did, and get on with her life.

So far, it was looking to be a very good day.

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#7 Gervais Lekal


  • A monkey's uncle

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age36

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 14 December 2011 - 06:57 AM

In the end, Gervais was the first to leave. The creature said nothing to him. But the simple fact of her presence was impossible to ignore; as much as he pretended that it made no difference, he could not find anything resembling peace of mind or concentration. He sat there in a state of restless tension, staring at his book without turning a page although the minutes wore on. The silence ate at him, almost making it worse.

He stood abruptly, sweeping together his notes and slamming the book closed. Finding that he had unconsciously placed the girl's folder in among his own things, he removed it immediately to replace it on the table. She could keep it. He did not care. He did not want another reminder of her.

So far, it was looking to be a dismal day.






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