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#1 Lucille Deveaux

Atium Chandelier
  • Age17

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginUrteau

  • Allomantic StatusOpen

Posted 14 December 2011 - 10:39 PM

The strange man left the library without another word, and Luci didn't so much as look up as he walked out. He wasn't harrassing her, tormenting her, or trying to steal her essay - he had merely stared at her and then walked out without another word. It was a resounding victory in her book.

After he left, Luci was able to finally devote all of her attention to her essay. She wrote and wrote, copying appropriate quotations and references into her notes and working them into her arguments. After a few hours, she had enough material that it was decide to write a completely new draft. She wished she had that annotated copy her bully had stolen, though; it would have been wonderful to have a chance to address anything he thought was wrong with it.

Still, she thought she had enough here to write a good third draft. But she was getting hungry, and it was almost lunchtime, so the rewrite would have to wait. After getting up and stretching, she began to gather up her things and put them back into her satchel.

That was when she noticed the folder.

He must have left it there when he left. Whether on purpose or by accident she couldn't tell, but there it was, sitting on the table where he had presumably left it. Well, this wouldn't do at all. She had worked hard on her response to that essay of his, after all, and by the Lord Ruler, he would read it. And so, once she had gathered up her own things, she picked up the folder and walked to the front of the library.

The obligator from the Canton of Doctrine who was in charge of the library was a man by the name of Skalden. Lucille liked him. He didn't judge her for being a girl interested in philosophy, or if he did, he kept it to himself. And it was easy enough to learn the man's name; unsurprisingly, there was only one person who'd spent almost all night in the library. All Lucille had to do was respectfully ask Skalden who he was, and before long, she was in her carriage to deliver the forgotten folder to one Lord Gervais Lekal.

She wasn't surprised, really, to learn that he was of a Great House. He certainly acted like he wasn't used to having to bow and scrape to any superiors, and his suits were very well-made. Mostly, though, it was his attitude. Not many people could get away with having an attitude like that here in Luthadel.

A short carriage ride later, and she was at Keep Lekal, folder in hand. The servants were confused, at first, when a young woman in a Deveaux carriage pulled up wanting to deliver a folder to Lord Gervais, but there wasn't much they could do but assure her that they would make certain he got it. She didn't give her own name, though, instead telling the servants she was "just someone he met in the library." She had to admit, there was something rather exciting about being some sort of Mystery Woman.

She stayed there until the servant vanished inside Keep Lekal with the folder, then got back into her carriage to see about getting lunch before Lord Gervais had a chance to come back out and return the folder yet again. By the time he knew she had come, she would be totally gone, and he would be stuck with the bloody thing, at least until the next time they met.

Now that would be interesting.

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#2 Gervais Lekal

  • A monkey's uncle

Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age36

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 15 December 2011 - 12:24 AM

Gervais had left the library without even speaking to the girl as he did. He was conscious of a sense of defeat, and yet he no longer wanted to fight over it. She had left her imprint on the place, and he would not be able to return without the sense that she was somewhere nearby. His sanctuary was not his own anymore. There was no point to the struggle. All he wanted now was to get away from the creature, forget she existed.

Back in his own chambers in Keep Lekal, however, he found that he still was having trouble concentrating. He sat down to read, and to note down his thoughts as he usually did, his hand moving of its own accord, but as he read, he could not focus his mind on the meaning of the text. When he looked a second time at what he had written, he realized it was nothing but gibberish. What was wrong with him?

Glancing up, his eye fell on a nearby page of neatly-written, flowing script, the margins heavily annotated in his own hand. He realized that the manuscript he had stolen from her was sitting on the desk where he had left it the other day. He snatched it up immediately and stuffed it into one of the drawers, putting it out of sight.

He was sleep-deprived. That was the problem; he had been awake the previous two nights running, and he needed to rest. Gervais never made a habit of keeping regular hours, but like anyone else, he had to sleep. In forty-eight hours he had only had snatches of it. Lowering his head into his hands, he massaged his temples with his fingers for a short while before he pushed himself upright to go into his bedchamber.

Although from the jumbled, restless whirring in his thoughts, he would have expected to lie awake for a while, it was not long before he did drift away.


Gervais woke some hours afterwards to a quiet, diffident knock at his door. The servant had to knock twice before he fully roused himself, rolling out of the bed to stalk over to the door and find out why someone was disturbing him. He opened the door to find the footman holding out a folder to him, which he took in silence. It was a few seconds before he recognized the handwriting and understood what he was holding.

He went rigid. It was her critique of his essay. She had followed him here to send it up to him after he left it at the library. Gervais felt hunted; what did she want with him? Why wouldn’t she leave him alone?

“Who brought this?” he asked icily. The footman avoided looking him in the eye, staring just over his shoulder at nothing as he answered, “A young lady, my Lord. She did not give a name, said she was someone you met in the library. She came here in a Deveaux carriage.”


He shut the door in the servant’s face and dropped the folder next to the door as if it could have bitten him.

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