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Faith Lehane (dark_slayer) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-18 21:59:00

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complete, day 11, faith lehane, severus snape

Day Eleven
Who: Faith and Snape
What: Faith is one annoyed Slayer at being stood up, and also from having all sorts of fun dreams about Chaos arriving. Yay prophetic dreams, and Dahak's arrival!
When: Day 11 late morning
Where: Library
Rating: PG-13 for language. Again, this is Faith.
Status: Complete

Not that it hadn't been fun training with Gabrielle, or wanting to beat the hell out of sexist farmboys with obvious secrets, but she had wanted to train with the person she was supposed to be training with, her Watcher. Unfortunately, he'd seen the need to stand her up, and to say she was annoyed was an understatement. Add to that the really irritating prophetic dreams she'd been having, and it was just all around bad. Something was coming, or maybe had already arrived, and though nothing scared her... this came really close.

The best thing, she decided, was to find him and maybe have it out with him. And maybe tell him about the dream she'd had. She was feeling a bit more aggressive even than usual, and that was saying something. The irritation of the farm boy's words, along with the sparring she'd done with Gabrielle, had worked her up into quite a state, and she was feeling reckless. So, after a quick breakfast when most people would be thinking about lunch, the Slayer set off to find her Watcher.

Unfortunately, she had no idea where his room was, having only ever met him in the library. Still, that was as good a place to start as any, so the dark-haired girl, who was a little disturbed by the fact that she was apparently spending more time in the library than she had in her entire life up until now, headed back there. Once there, she looked around. Some hot guy in big armor was sitting around reading, but other than that, the place appeared to be empty. She smirked at the sight of the warrior reading a book, and turned to leave. She wasn't sure where she was supposed to find her AWOL Watcher but she'd think of something.

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severelyseverus
2008-08-19 01:43 am UTC (link)

Snape had been woken up from his slumber by a very disturbing feeling. He had the distinct feeling that something very evil was very close. It was not the first time he had been in the presence of great evil, but he had not been expecting to feel such a presence here. Rising quickly, he put aside his regular rituals and exercises, and turned instead to his instruments of divination and augury.

After mixing various reagents, spilling various materia, and making various marks with a silver dagger, he was confident the evil was about to arrive in the form of a person, but was no closer to an understanding of what this person's arrival portended. There was something still to be gleaned from the tea leaves, he knew, but he could not remember all the minutiae of that art at the moment. There was a book he often referenced in the forbidden section of the Hogwarts Library. He wondered if that book was in the library here on Mirage. Somehow, he suspected it was.

Putting his teacup on a side table, he sped through his morning exercises and rituals. Throwing on his cloak, he stepped out into the bracing wind of the days-old storm, and struggled his way to the central building. Skipping breakfast, he made his way directly to the library. A matter this significant could not wait. Heading to the aisle containing the books on magic, an aisle he was becoming quite familiar with, he wondered if this library shouldn't have a section forbidden to the uninitiated.

Sure enough, the book he sought was there. As he brought it out of the stacks, leafing through it as he walked, he looked up and was slightly surprised to see Faith in front of him, walking away.

"Faith! Fancy meeting you here. You weren't looking for me, were you?"

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dark_slayer
2008-08-19 01:49 am UTC (link)

The Slayer stopped as she was addressed, and very slowly turned to look over her shoulder. How had she missed him? But, then, she'd hardly examined the entire place with a fine-toothed comb. She'd only glanced around, and had apparently missed him. Well, now that she'd found him, or he'd found her, she had a couple of words for him.

"No, I was looking for my other Watcher, the one who didn't stand me up for our last training session. Have you seen him? He's the one that's not the biggest fuckhead in the whole damn world."

She turned around and looked challengingly at him. Something told her he wouldn't exactly take kindly to the words she'd said, but she found that her anger, sleep deprivation, and unease made her not really care all that much. Her arms she crossed over her chest, and she glared. Usually, she wouldn't have allowed herself to show anger this much, because she thought it showed too much feeling, and could be used against her. This was clearly an exception.