Walden Ian Macnair (bringerofdeath) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2012-01-23 21:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1998 - january, gretchen watkins, walden macnair |
Who: Walden Macnair and Gretchen Watkins
When: Evening of January 23rd
Where: Macnair Estate
What: Try two, curse-breaker #2, aka working on the puzzle box
Status/Rating: Closed/PG maybe for language
Walden swirled the amber liquid in his glass as he stared at the box on his desk. It was a shiny black piece of annoying perfection. It was something he had spent the past few days staring at, playing with, and pondering and he was no closer to figuring it out than when he received it. It was like it was mocking him too, the writing on the box being in Egyptian Hieroglyphics. It just so happened that the one curse-breaker experienced in Egyptian stuff had rejected him. As the thought bubble to the surface of his mind, Walden chased it down with the shot in his glass. It irked him greatly and he rather fancied forgetting about it. He was seeing to it.
He glanced as his watch as it approached the time of the meeting. His other curse-breaker should be arriving there and he was hopeful this one would turn out better. He did not want to have to spend any more time plotting revenge. One curse-breaker was enough to have to worry about. So, while he waited Walden poured himself another shot and continued to stare at the box. Resolved that he was going to figure it out no matter what. If it promised to be awesome, he wanted it for himself. Walden was not one to turn down a challenge.
When the doorbell rang, his house elf answered it and ushered his guest into his study. Walden had taken down his axe off the wall as it was a bit intimidating and set it against the bookshelf. It was still in sight, it was who he was, but it wasn't a dominating factor in the room.
"Welcome," Walden said as he motioned for Gretchen to sit in the chair opposite him. "Can I get you a drink?" There was plenty of time to discuss the business at hand.