Lucius Bastien (sonofthemoon) wrote in chaostheory_rpg, @ 2009-10-27 00:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucius bastien, rupert giles, week two |
WHO: Lucius and Giles
WHEN: Tuesday
WHAT: After speaking with Andrew, Lucius does more than simply lurk outside W&H watching.
WHERE: W&H's Library.
STATUS: Active
Lucius had been inside Wolfram and Hart’s New Orleans office many times in his life, accompanying his mother to various meetings or to drop off particularly sensitive antiquities that Euphegenia simply wouldn‘t trust to a delivery boy. Frankly, the warlock was quite surprised to find the interior to be almost identical, save for slight variances in the art work that graced the walls. Here they were more modern and post modern as opposed to the far more classic and fanciful styles to be found in New Orleans. On one hand, it made complete sense, the uniformity, on the other? On the other it was somewhat a disappointment to Lucius’ hedonistic tastes.
Mission of the day? To find Buffy. Or this Angel, that Andrew had mentioned. Or some other reasonable voice of authority in the hierarchy that was forming itself around the place. He’d been drawn here, and he meant to fulfill whatever it was he’d been meant to do. Which hopefully jibed with his own self styled mission of protecting humanity in whatever way he could. Still, he couldn’t suppress his slight unease at being in a building that had once belonged to them. Especially if names were mysteriously popping up on the doors to various rooms in the place, put there by some unknown force.
After exploring the public areas of the building a bit - as he wasn’t foolish enough to try to go poking around more sensitive areas, well aware of the type of security these places sported - Lucius had finally found his way to what was obviously a library. There was always a certain sense of familiarity about being in a room with musty old tomes. A sense of home. After all his mother had had quite the collection of her own over the years. Books which she’d used as the main educational tool in his young life, instead of the more standard textbooks most youths were subjected to. There was no helping the subtle need to search out the titles stamped on the spines and covers of the various books. Some looked to be very old, and quite arcane, and one thing Luc had? Was a healthy respect for the type of knowledge housed within them.
So it would be thus that he would be found: lovingly tracing a finger down the spine of the Hintari Codex, a tome chock full of various useful - and not so useful - spells with the familiarity with which one might touch a friend, or an old lover, the ghost of a smile traced across the fullness of his lips.