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tampered2010-07-14 10:17 am
misterblackbird.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2010-07-14 10:17 am
In a City of Faces That Never Look Back [closed/ongoing]
When; July 14th, morning
Rating; G
Characters; The Hargreaves Household (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ms_marycontrary, tainted_loyalty, misterblackbird)
Summary; The City's visitors flooded in, bringing back a familiar face, who asked Merry to play messenger with a delivery for Cain: a key. Now that everyone is in better spirits after some proper food, it's time to see what's on the other side of the key. Because keys unlock things.
Log; [Now that everyone has eaten better--twice--and slept--once--it's high time to make good on a promise made yesterday.
The chain of the silver key that Merry brought to him is wrapped loosely around his wrist, leaving the key to dangle like some kind of strange jewelry. He might very well end up keeping the key itself, as well as the chest it unlocks--
--he at least knows about the chest, but not what it contains. Megumi managed to say that much about it, that there was a chest in her house, that it was something for him to find, that she'd managed with most all of her other possessions, but he wasn't at all interested in hearing the details of things bequeathed or left behind, not at a time like that.
But, still, she'd come back--almost as though with a purpose, almost as though to push him towards recovering that chest, that box, that locked mystery. And Merry had been messenger--she hadn't come to him herself.
Yes, all right, he was glad that she'd met Merry, of course, but, still--why hadn't she come to him? She'd left him this treasure--call it that--and wouldn't make mention of it again to him? It was something from her. Why wouldn't she speak to him about it? Why use Merry as the go-between, even if it meant an introduction?
He rubbed the key in his fingers: small, silvery, cool, like some icy trail of water--of course water. Even the shape of it reminded him of water. But it was her key, so of course it would. It was her way and her taste, as ever.
He stepped to the door of his room, still toying with the key and, yes, he'd be a little rude, called out:]
Merry, Riff, are you ready? Shall we go?
Rating; G
Characters; The Hargreaves Household (
ms_marycontrary, tainted_loyalty, misterblackbird) Summary; The City's visitors flooded in, bringing back a familiar face, who asked Merry to play messenger with a delivery for Cain: a key. Now that everyone is in better spirits after some proper food, it's time to see what's on the other side of the key. Because keys unlock things.
Log; [Now that everyone has eaten better--twice--and slept--once--it's high time to make good on a promise made yesterday.
The chain of the silver key that Merry brought to him is wrapped loosely around his wrist, leaving the key to dangle like some kind of strange jewelry. He might very well end up keeping the key itself, as well as the chest it unlocks--
--he at least knows about the chest, but not what it contains. Megumi managed to say that much about it, that there was a chest in her house, that it was something for him to find, that she'd managed with most all of her other possessions, but he wasn't at all interested in hearing the details of things bequeathed or left behind, not at a time like that.
But, still, she'd come back--almost as though with a purpose, almost as though to push him towards recovering that chest, that box, that locked mystery. And Merry had been messenger--she hadn't come to him herself.
Yes, all right, he was glad that she'd met Merry, of course, but, still--why hadn't she come to him? She'd left him this treasure--call it that--and wouldn't make mention of it again to him? It was something from her. Why wouldn't she speak to him about it? Why use Merry as the go-between, even if it meant an introduction?
He rubbed the key in his fingers: small, silvery, cool, like some icy trail of water--of course water. Even the shape of it reminded him of water. But it was her key, so of course it would. It was her way and her taste, as ever.
He stepped to the door of his room, still toying with the key and, yes, he'd be a little rude, called out:]
Merry, Riff, are you ready? Shall we go?