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exsiliumlogs2013-05-11 07:07 pm
stonefaith) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-05-11 07:07 pm
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Date & Time: 05/10 evening
Location: Unit 201
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (stonefaith), Martin Darkov (theguideless)
Summary: new fears and familiar faces
Warnings: N/A
Bariyan practically burst into the apartment. A quick glance around showed that Koltira wasn't in, but Martin's door was cracked open and light was spilling out from behind it. Looked like the boy was here. Bariyan took a step towards the light -- paused -- thought better of it. He turned and went for the kitchen instead and went through a ritual he'd gone through a million times before; head to freezer, open door, reach for the nearest bottle-- but this time he hesitated again. After a moment's thought, he put the bottle away.
Not now.
He headed for his own room instead and looked around for his tablet. He didn't see it anywhere. When was the last time he'd used it? Last night, after talking to Thassarian... he'd been outside then. And where was it now? He had brought it back, right?
Bariyan placed his hand against the door jamb, and curled his fingers into a fist.
"Damn it," he said, to himself. Then he looked over his shoulder. "Martin!"
Location: Unit 201
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (
stonefaith), Martin Darkov (theguideless)Summary: new fears and familiar faces
Warnings: N/A
Bariyan practically burst into the apartment. A quick glance around showed that Koltira wasn't in, but Martin's door was cracked open and light was spilling out from behind it. Looked like the boy was here. Bariyan took a step towards the light -- paused -- thought better of it. He turned and went for the kitchen instead and went through a ritual he'd gone through a million times before; head to freezer, open door, reach for the nearest bottle-- but this time he hesitated again. After a moment's thought, he put the bottle away.
Not now.
He headed for his own room instead and looked around for his tablet. He didn't see it anywhere. When was the last time he'd used it? Last night, after talking to Thassarian... he'd been outside then. And where was it now? He had brought it back, right?
Bariyan placed his hand against the door jamb, and curled his fingers into a fist.
"Damn it," he said, to himself. Then he looked over his shoulder. "Martin!"
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Do something. He hoped, anyway. Rather, part of him hoped for that: The rest hoped for no such business at all, for phantoms or monsters to leave Bariyan alone. Martin didn't cut an intimidating figure to anything other than, perhaps, cockroaches or small things underfoot, and he knew it. So while he could hope for the best, he still doubted, and there was a trace of a frown that was much more familiar months before on his face as he left the room at Bariyan's side.