11-05-2018, 10:53 PM
Jaxen was grinning at Sage like the two of them shared a secret that Aiden’s return snuffed into silence. Meanwhile, as Jaxen uncurled himself into his own seat, leather trimmed with velvet and not outrageous at all, he studied the couple before him. Such commitment as they wafted, it turned his stomach to toe such a line, they might as well pick out curtains at the beach house. An inward bet at how long it would last drifted through his imagination, especially if all came to fruition and Aiden journeyed west as Jaxen envisioned. Such thoughts toyed with the smirk on his face until something semi-serious eventually settled.
As Aiden pointed out, Jaxen was naturally drawn to the sparkling shelves set behind glass. A number of treasures were displayed. The topmost shelf once held the sharp steel of Archduke Franz Ferdinand’s coronation sword, an heirloom of the Habsburg dynasty, Jaxen picked that up on a spectacular tour through Austria. The Imperial Palace was short a handful of priceless relics after that trip; gone now, pilfered by Scion as some sort of punishment for Jaxen’s behavior.
A similar punishment might dole out following his display at the Cabaret. Scion could always die of a stroke when he saw the footage, but Jaxen wasn’t usually so lucky. His own system would flag him if such a messenger from father dearest decided to pay a visit. They were in for a surprise, if so. Someone he was expecting, however, should be along soon. He was in far too irreverent a mood to go to sleep alone tonight.
Thinking of it, he waggled a few nimble fingers in midair and the windows separating their space from the balcony-projected pool rippled to life. His own speech drove the display and bypassed the encryption.
“Dublin footage,” he said.
A map of Trinity College was revealed. The animation swirling toward the famous library. The view wafted by them like they were there in person.
“Aiden, I gather you recognize where we are. Sage, if you don’t recognize it yet, I trust you to follow along on your own.” He winked at the American and sprang to his feet.
His hands were the guide, movements and pointing showing off various aspects of the ancient library from within like some kind of tour guide.
“The back houses the oldest of manuscripts in an archival room. These items are publicly available,” a wry smirk. He met Sybaris in that room. A chill crept up his spine. It was a good thing that bitch was dead. Otherwise, he may not even entertain the idea of returning.
He virtually walked his audience to the archive room and finally placed themselves before an antique.
“This is the Book of Leinster.” A dismissive wave of the hand, “Fairy tales.” Then, gaze fixed on Aiden, “ever heard of it?”
As Aiden pointed out, Jaxen was naturally drawn to the sparkling shelves set behind glass. A number of treasures were displayed. The topmost shelf once held the sharp steel of Archduke Franz Ferdinand’s coronation sword, an heirloom of the Habsburg dynasty, Jaxen picked that up on a spectacular tour through Austria. The Imperial Palace was short a handful of priceless relics after that trip; gone now, pilfered by Scion as some sort of punishment for Jaxen’s behavior.
A similar punishment might dole out following his display at the Cabaret. Scion could always die of a stroke when he saw the footage, but Jaxen wasn’t usually so lucky. His own system would flag him if such a messenger from father dearest decided to pay a visit. They were in for a surprise, if so. Someone he was expecting, however, should be along soon. He was in far too irreverent a mood to go to sleep alone tonight.
Thinking of it, he waggled a few nimble fingers in midair and the windows separating their space from the balcony-projected pool rippled to life. His own speech drove the display and bypassed the encryption.
“Dublin footage,” he said.
A map of Trinity College was revealed. The animation swirling toward the famous library. The view wafted by them like they were there in person.
“Aiden, I gather you recognize where we are. Sage, if you don’t recognize it yet, I trust you to follow along on your own.” He winked at the American and sprang to his feet.
His hands were the guide, movements and pointing showing off various aspects of the ancient library from within like some kind of tour guide.
“The back houses the oldest of manuscripts in an archival room. These items are publicly available,” a wry smirk. He met Sybaris in that room. A chill crept up his spine. It was a good thing that bitch was dead. Otherwise, he may not even entertain the idea of returning.
He virtually walked his audience to the archive room and finally placed themselves before an antique.
“This is the Book of Leinster.” A dismissive wave of the hand, “Fairy tales.” Then, gaze fixed on Aiden, “ever heard of it?”