I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2006-04-07 15:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | baron mordo, challenge 1, richard wilkins |
i_smile Challenge #1: in the parlor
Wilkins’s office was the one piece of this city that was everything perfect. His photos of important people and him hung right where they belong. There was no dust. Everything was straightened and crisp. His humidifier provided faithfully the right temperature for anyone with any sort of sinus conditions to be pleased.
“Please, sit.”
He took his own advice. He leaned back in his throat and drew one leg up. It created a little table as one leg crossed over to the other’s knee. This is where his hands sat. They created a little steeple.
“Feel free to begin. You have all my attention.”
[ Baron Mordo ]
From: [info]i_conjure Date: 04/07/2006 17:31:48
Mordo settled his bulk into a chair, which creaked slightly as he sat. He pulled a cigar from inside his jacket, bit off the end and swallowed it. Leaving the cigar in his mouth, he spoke a strange word and a little jet of flame leapt from the fingers of his left hand, which he used to light the cigar. He closed his hand, extinguishing the flame.
"Mr. Wilkins - I am, to speak quite frankly, a master of the mystic arts. Upon arriving in this city not more than a few hours ago, I sought to understand what force brought me here." He paused to take a drag from his cigar and expel a plume of sweet-smelling smoke. "While I have yet to complete my research on this matter, I did notice that there are a number of persons here who command tremendous ammounts of mystic energy, not the least of whom is you." He puffed again. "If you are the source of these immigrations, please know that I would be only too happy to aid you in recruiting more to this city, but I must be allowed to leave." The end of his cigar glowed bright red and reflected in his eyes.
From: [info]i_smile Date: 04/07/2006 21:28:54
The concept of someone quickly knowing his Ace was exciting. It was the sort of daydream that all people that dabble with the dark think about at some point or other. The reality of it was quite disturbing. He tolerated the man’s smoking because of it.
“I can assure you that I am not the one bringing our citizens here.”
Wilkins had some sympathy for Crowler because even he had summoned a demon to get some sort of understanding as to why he had been brought here. He spoke with his right hand.
“That’s not to say that your skills wouldn’t be prized. As you may know, I am quite busy with the work of transference. Before my removal, I was to bond with an ancient one called Olvikan.”
His smile grew malevolent.
“I’ve come to find out that here. Here, all my connections do not exist. As I’m sure you will find out. The realm of devils here isn’t the same as home. However, I am still drawing on the powers – and soon I will become Olvikan.”
Wilkins picked up a pen.
“That said, since you are as stuck as I am here, if you desire to work your wicked ways here: I can not only condone it but I have plenty of business that I could use aid in.”
This man wasn’t a threat to him.
Showboat or not, the elf could easily kill the large man.