Zagreus (upfromtheashes) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-04-11 22:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | ios, ios phoenix and pyrrhus, phoenix, pyrrhus |
Wicked People
Who: Phoenix, Open to Pyrrhus and Ios. Preferably both. Talk amongst yourselves.
When: 10 AM-ish
Where: Prometheus's Flame
Phoenix was surrounded by candles. In fact, she had gotten herself stuck in a corner. There was a fast floor of them pinning her to the walls of Prometheus's Flame. But they were the ones that could be repaired and they were drying. Besides, she'd prepared for this. She'd brought a book.
Madame la Comtesse de Lorsange was one of those priestesses of Venus whose fortune is the product of a pretty face and much misconduct, and whose titles, pompous though they are, are not to be found but in the archives of Cythera, forged by the impertinence that seeks, and sustained by the fool's credulity that bestows, them--
She glanced up with a sigh. Why was the author so long winded? Unfortunately, that was the style of these sorts of books, this era... It was wordy. She forged on lamenting the lack of full stops. A bit more into the pages (but only a bit) she glanced up, wondering if the repairs on the candles would work and if anyone would notice a great deficit in crayons on the ship.
Oh god, why had she brought this book. Wordy! Stupid library tricking her. "Help," she said to herself, not really speaking that loudly.