Log; Ongoing

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When; March 5, sometime during the day.
Rating; PG
Characters; Ptolemy i_am_ptolemy, Kraehe princess_crow
Summary; Kraehe's going heart-collecting, and Ptolemy's not a difficult target. Reposted because I am dumb as a frickin' post and totally didn't notice this bit with the eclipse and the cold, man. -________-;;;;; I fail at life, sorry.
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Ptolemy sat in a comfortably padded chair near an open window, surrounded by tall and short stacks of papers weighted down by whatever makeshift paperweights could be found in the flat. They covered every surface within an arm's length away: the arms of the recliner, his lap, a little end table, and the floor. One in particular had all his attention as he wrote his thoughts down clearly and carefully, in a script unreadable to most in the City.

He paused a moment, searching his mind for a phrase. The glow of a nearby lamp lit the dim room just enough that he didn't strain his eyes as he wrote. As Ptolemy thought, he pulled tighter around his shoulders a heavy blanket, keeping out the day's chill. Though he didn't find the current temperature to his liking, the scents brought in with the fresh breeze were worth a few extra layers.

Kitty's offhand suggestion that he try writing in the living room someday had been a good one. Today had seemed ideal, since both she and Rekhyt were currently absent from the flat, and he would not need to anticipate many interruptions for the time being. He was finding the change of space helpful, if for no reason beyond the fact that there were new things to stare at when his pen faltered.

It never did for long, and having found the words he desired, he lost himself again in long explanations of facets of the Other Place and its great importance. Lost himself so thoroughly, in fact, that he wouldn't have immediately noticed if, say, Kitty had entered through the unlocked door and begun to tear the rest of the room to shreds.

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The dawn never came…The expectations of the arrival of a new day to end the horrors and shallow pleasures of the festival yesterday were never met. It gave the illusion the nightmare wasn’t over, it would never be if the Ravens won this time. Never.

Nevermore, crept in the Princess Crow’s thoughts, not quite finding the connection to ravens. That was written after her time.

The City was cold, the unnatural lack of sunlight influenced to bring forth more despair, feed the chaos the last days had been accumulating. It was sweet to see the darkness growing, with their hatred and their sorrow, they would be easier to taint in the end if that process continued.

Kraehe was disguised as Rue while she walked on the streets. Her identity, for some unnatural reason that belonged to the genre she had been written off, could not be guessed easily unless they knew her. Her wavy, black hair was loose and she was donned in the grey and white uniform of Kinkan Academy of Fine Arts. There was no trace of Princess Kraehe except for the sinister gleam present in her red eyes. She stopped her tracks, abruptly, at the shadow of building seven, turning her gaze to the apartments up. Lights shone of several of them, bright and warm. Noise. Too many people. Others were darkened completely, empty voids. But one…She smiled hungrily. One was illuminated by a dim glow.

Shadows spiraled her slim form, they took her above, sneaking into the flat, materializing outside the door. With a hand, she created a black wind to destroy the light bulbs of the hallaway, opening the door cloaked in nearly total darkness.

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Quite some time passed without interruption; Ptolemy reasoned and wondered in relative peace, ignoring the first small signs that his body might be growing ready to rebel against his desire to continue working. The door opened, a fact which didn't immediately register in his mind. Several moments later, as he paused to rub his hand and coax it back into writing a few more pages, the memory of a vague noise surfaced in his mind.

He glanced up, and, noting the fact that the door was open, strained to see who was there. Not Kitty or Rekhyt--either of them would have already been calling their hellos from halfway across the room by the time he noticed their entrance. Nor could it be Nathaniel, who was injured from his attempt to work magic in the City.

It certainly was not Kikyou, for whom he had earlier insisted the door be left unlocked (since it would be impossible for him to let her in should she come by while Kitty and Rekhyt were out). They had never met before in person, and she would surely knock before entering.

"Who is there?" he asked, leaning over to set his current work on a pile of blank sheets of paper in front of his feet. A chill, entirely unrelated to the cool wind ruffling the black locks of his wig, coursed through his frail body; he suddenly realized exactly how vulnerable a position he was in. Taking his most authoritative tone, Ptolemy stared at the shadows in the doorway and added, "State your name and business."