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eachdraidh2014-04-28 01:07 pm
incused) wrote in eachdraidh2014-04-28 01:07 pm
1: Video (Seelie)
[ Kevin Regnard is seated at a desk. Several books are open before him: thick volumes with heavy vellum pages intricately decorated with illuminated lettering. It’s darker in this part of the library, the Restricted Section, to preserve the ancient tomes. Fairies float about in the air, lending their light; Kevin would be more grateful for this, except they keep making off with his quills. He has been taking careful notes, and has already covered over a stack of parchment papers with his cramped handwriting.
His face, when he looks into the locket, has that pinched look of too much reading, and his shoulders are raised and stiff; clearly he hasn’t moved from this spot for hours. His expression is dubious, conflicted. He glances away from the locket almost as soon as he activates it, as if he were going to shut it off again without saying anything.
But finally: ]
My lords and ladies. Gentlemen; gentlewomen. I am given to understand that any skill we learn here, we might bring back to our lands after this war is won. Thus I… I beg your assistance. If there is any among you with knowledge of magical healing…
[ Now he looks up. His single red eye bores into the locket, burning like hellfire. ]
I wish to learn how to raise the dead.
His face, when he looks into the locket, has that pinched look of too much reading, and his shoulders are raised and stiff; clearly he hasn’t moved from this spot for hours. His expression is dubious, conflicted. He glances away from the locket almost as soon as he activates it, as if he were going to shut it off again without saying anything.
But finally: ]
My lords and ladies. Gentlemen; gentlewomen. I am given to understand that any skill we learn here, we might bring back to our lands after this war is won. Thus I… I beg your assistance. If there is any among you with knowledge of magical healing…
[ Now he looks up. His single red eye bores into the locket, burning like hellfire. ]
I wish to learn how to raise the dead.
Voice
[ A ghost returned to flesh.
He clutches the locket against his heart. He has to breathe for a few moments before he can speak. In a small voice: ]
Is he... is he all right? Is he as he was?
Voice
I'm sorry, you sound a little distressed. I didn't mean to cause it.
Voice
[ Something tightly bound inside him begins to unwind. He relaxes his grip on the locket and exhales. ]
I'm not distressed. Far from it, in fact. It is as I suspected. The way to conquer death is to turn back time.
Voice
Voice
Though it comes at a heavy price.
[ He's silent for a moment, considering that the Will of the Abyss, who controls all flows of time is.... an insane little girl.
He'd been surprised by this, but considers now that he probably shouldn't have been, all things considered. ]