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Post by Soprano on Mar 30, 2011 22:44:36 GMT -6
It’d been awhile since Dom had come to the Library; he still wasn’t sure about this place. He hadn’t been allowed to leave without a chaperone of sorts, though he’d only met Marian in this damn place. He didn’t care if he didn’t know how to work the portal machines; he wanted to get out of here. He’d checked high and low, but didn’t find so much as a window, let alone another exit. That was so weird, how in the world did they get out of here if there was a fire or something?
Dom at least had a few things of his own, after Marian took him back to his dorm. Now all of those things were packed in a small backpack he’d slung over his shoulder. It was nighttime, he thought. There weren’t a lot of people up, anyway. He was going to have a second to figure out the damn portal machines, even if it took him someplace random.
Marian had been decent to him, at least, but he hadn’t seen him much, except to give him the potions he’d been making. He really wanted thanks from the person using the potion, for once. Oh well, he didn’t supposed he would get it now, considering he was going to make a break for it.
Dom stole across the library, trying to get to the portal hallway without alerting anyone. He didn’t know if everyone knew that he didn’t know how to work the portal machines and was supposed to stay here, or not.
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Post by lillium on Mar 30, 2011 22:59:15 GMT -6
Gisella had been making her way toward the portal hallway as well. Because it was nighttime in America, it was daytime in New Zealand, and she had just realized she needed to pick up some new sheet music and reeds. Gisella was impatient, and she didn't want to have to wait until the morning. Besides, what was the point of being able to take advantage of time zones if you didn't?
"Oh, good, I'm not the only one up!" Gisella said, smiling at the person she saw in the hall. "Where are you going?" She hadn't met this person yet. She'd met most of the mages by now- The ones who had rescued her, and the other students. They were a unique group, that was for certain, but with Marian as their leader it wasn't a surprise.
Ah, Marian. He was always lecturing her about how it was unsafe to go outside the Library unprepared. It was so annoying, having a paranoid for a brother! Gisella wasn't aware of what a celebrity he was in Hell and how that could negatively impact her, especially considering they looked very much alike.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 30, 2011 23:09:48 GMT -6
Dom froze in his tracks when he heard Gisella’s voice. He slowly turned around to see who he was speaking with and when he saw, his eyes got wide. Shit, this girl looked practically like a copy of Marian! Was he a shape shifter? Dom wasn’t sure that was a type of magic or anything.
“N-no where, really,” he said, unsure if he should continue speaking to this Marian copy like she was a separate person or risk seeming insane by asking her if she was a shape shifter.
Dom was being lectured the same way, but likely for vastly different reasons. Dom still hadn’t realized yet that being held in a big place, however comfortable, was illegal. He couldn’t figure out if he’d been forgotten or was thought of a potion-spitting machine. Neither was a very comforting theory.
“What about you?” Dom said quietly, taking the ignorance route.
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Post by lillium on Mar 30, 2011 23:20:37 GMT -6
Gisella raised her eyebrows. Nowhere, really? Well, that sounded like someone trying to get out of something and fast. Gisella didn't have to be trained as a lawyer like her brother to figure out that one. Oh well, she'd play nice, and maybe she'd figure out why he was acting so weird.
"I have to go pick up some sheet music and reeds," Gisella said, shrugging. She didn't know that Dom was trying to run away or anything, or that he was deathly afraid of Marian for some reason. If she knew he or anyone else was afraid of her brother, she probably would have laughed. She didn't think Marian was very scary, but then again, she had grown up with him. The only time he'd scared her was when they were kids and when he'd told her the krampusz was going to take her away and eat her, but that had just been mean of him.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 30, 2011 23:28:16 GMT -6
If Dom realized he was being incriminating already, he might have just retreated. Gisella didn’t give any indication to her suspicions, as far as Dom saw. He thought he still might have a chance to get out of here.
“Oh, you’re a musician,” he said, a bit lamely.
He’d always been pretty awkward talking to girls, but before, that was because they thought he was one of them. He usually just stayed quiet and nodded if any of them looked at him. His mind was miles away at that point, so they typically just avoided him, taking him for a space cadet or a loner.
Dom wasn’t so much afraid of Marian as he was a little miffed with him. He didn’t realize he was the leader of this outfit, but even he did, he’d probably only be mildly intimidated. He might understand why he hadn’t taken the time to tell him what was going on or told him how to leave, then.
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Post by lillium on Mar 31, 2011 20:39:04 GMT -6
Gisella gave a quick, confident nod. Oh, so he was trying to shake her off, was he? How mean. "Yeah, I'm a clarinetist," she said, becoming a bit suspicious of this guy. Saying he wasn't really going anywhere in particular, trying to brush her off. . How strange. Well, Gisella never liked it when people did that anyway, and she was determined to find out what this Dominic guy was doing.
"So what about you?" she asked, smiling sweetly. Well, if there was one thing she was good at, it was being a bitch in sheep's clothing. Aside from playing clarinet, of course.
If someone was trying to get away from the Library and fast, then it meant that they were probably up to something secret and probably mischievous, and Gisella wanted to know what it was. Really, it was nice having dirt on people, and truthfully, it just made her feel better for some reason.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 31, 2011 22:19:47 GMT -6
Dom almost frowned, but kept a blank expression. Apparently his attempt at brushing the conversation off had failed, though if this girl was actually Marian, that made sense. He didn’t know what to think now, but he was trying to keep from panicking. As much as Marian had assured him that the Order wasn’t evil or anything, he wasn’t sure what would happen if he was found out trying to leave forever.
“Oh, clarinet. That’s cool,” he said lamely again, “Uh… I don’t do anything special really. Nothing like that. I’m just a college student.”
Gisella’s sweet smile didn’t do anything to ease Dom’s suspicions about her, but the bitch in sheep’s clothing persona wasn’t something he noticed. Dom might not try to be purposefully rude if he didn’t think she was actually a shape shifter and he wasn’t trying to make a hasty, unplanned exit. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He was getting uncomfortable.
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Post by lillium on Mar 31, 2011 22:51:03 GMT -6
Gisella raised her eyebrows. "Oh, really?" she asked. "Which college do you go to?" Maybe she'd heard of it, or maybe he'd gone to Ithaca College like she had! Ithaca College wasn't just a music school, after all, they just had an amazingly good music program and that was why Gisella had wanted to go there.
God, he really sucked at conversing, didn't he? She was never going to figure out anything at this rate. She'd have to change tactics, then. He didn't seem interested in her and seemed pretty shy, and he did seem to want to get the hell out of talking to her, so flirting wasn't an option. Hmmm. Gisella mentally went through how to get this out of him.
Waiting. God dammit, she hated waiting. It took too long and wasted her time. Alas, it was something that she had to do. She managed to keep the frown off her face and keep her demeanor nice and sweet, but it was hard. Really hard.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 31, 2011 23:06:23 GMT -6
Dom slowly ground his teeth. Apparently this girl wasn’t going to let it go and just let him off with an awkward conversation. This wasn’t going very well for him and the fact that he might get into a lot of shit for trying to leave was looming over this conversation. He was purposefully sucking at conversation, not that he had to try very hard.
“I’m on summer break from Northwestern, near Chicago,” he said, a little quietly, “I’m a chem major.”
Selene exited one of the portal rooms and approached Gisella and Dominic. Her eyes looked a little glassy and she was walking a bit stiffly. It could be construed as normal behavior for someone who didn’t know her very well, or at all.
“The portal machines are broken,” she said as she approached, “I need to fix them, they’re dangerous right now.”
Dom’s shoulders drooped when Selene said that. He didn’t know who she was, but that was horribly depressing news.
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Post by lillium on Apr 1, 2011 18:53:13 GMT -6
"That's cool!" Gisella said, acting as though she was genuinely interested. A chem major, huh? Well, that meant he was some sort of scientist or wanted to become a professor or something like that. Or maybe work for the CIA. Gisella highly doubted they had any CIA agents in the Order, though, as funny as that would be.
Part of two clandestine organizations at once.
Gisella frowned when Selene told them the portals were broken. Dammit, she needed new reeds. Maybe she'd just bug Marian later to get her a portal to a music store or something. There were some perks of being the sibling of the Head of the Order, although what Gisella didn't know was that the cons greatly outweighed the pros.
"Well, then I guess I should get some sleep. Nice meeting you, Dom! Bye!" Gisella said, still being friendly, before turning around and heading off to her room, her mission failed.
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