Adamus Sutekh | The Lorien Legacies (adamussutekh) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2014-09-01 10:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2014 september, ~40 points, ~~adamus sutekh (adamussutekh) |
WHO: Adamus Sutekh and OPEN
WHAT: Being Broody
WHEN: Monday morning
WHERE: The library
WARNINGS: Possible talk of death/violence
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Seven am, and Adamus was awake. He'd been raised on a very tight, disciplined schedule , and even here where he could set his own schedule and live his own life, his body hadn't forgotten his father's lessons. And not just his fathers - the Great Book itself contained lessons on the virtues of rising early and against the crime of sloth. After all, someone lazy and undisciplined enough to tolerate a wasted day was not someone the Mogadorians had time for.
He rose, bathed, made himself a cup of black coffee and a piece of toast - no cream, sugar or butter - nothing but the spartan necessities - and sat beside his laptop. Although he'd never made an issue of it in Madison Valley, he was something of an expert with computers. Fighting had never been his forte - much to his father's eternal disappointment, Adamus had always been small for his age - but the educational challenges his childhood had offered him had always been beneath him. He'd quickly picked up on computers, systems management and such, and had even more quickly learned to manipulate them when he'd needed to. And now he was using them to keep abreast of news, because while they couldn't get information out, apparently it was still somehow getting in.
After completing his perusal of the papers and finding nothing interesting, he grabbed his keys and headed out on his morning walk. Although the Great Book accentuated physical fitness more for the vatborn - for whom there was little more important - it was an expected occupation of the Trueborn, too. And Adamus was reaching the point where he could almost enjoy the walks. Before One, he had appreciated the value of his own physical health, and the importance of fitness for Mogadorian Progress. But that was all he'd ever taken from it. He'd never heard the birds or appreciated the sun on his back. Why should he have? Neither could he own, or bend to his will. It took One and her memories for him to even conceive of the concept of inherent worth. Or that things could have value and still be useless to Progress. Truly, it was still an abstract he occasionally struggled with. Especially now that One was gone.
His walk took him to the library, and after a moment's pause, he stepped inside. It would be good for him to continue his survey of Earth's history where he'd left off at thirteen. The whining child in front of him in line brought out a dangerous scowl. If he'd ever acted in such a manner - well, he couldn't imagine Andrakkus Sutekh ever being sympathetic to such nonsense. After the child began a fit because they didn't have his book, Adamus stormed away from the catalogue, hoping at least to find peace in the stacks, far away from the poorly behaved and spoiled human children. He hadn't had a lot of tolerance for such things lately, well, since One had left.
He found the book he was looking for by chance, and took it to a table in the corner, where he sat down to read, hoping to distract himself from issues that he really didn't want to face at the moment.