Mr Noon
Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 2:11 pm
Seeming to walk through the shadows themselves a man makes his way through some ruins upon the isle of Gobaith, his garb befitting that of a courtier apart from the dark hues of the clothing itself, an air of arrogance and self confidenc excludes from the figure his features masked by the shadows which seem to shroud him.
His reason on the isle at this stage still uknown, but more than likely one of the many games of his lord who's sense of humour seemed more drool than the man's himselfs. Oh what joy, truely this must be one of his largest jests to day.
His destination before him, the figure steps from the shadows to reveal a well groomed man in what would seem to be his mid twenties apart from the un-natureal gleam within his gaze which in itself spoke of ages.
This was it?
Reaching a gloved hand to the wall before him the man traces a line in the fine mortar, the further his finger moves the wider his cadaverous smile grows.
Here we go.
Pressing upon a small juncture within the brickwork a small rumbling seems to eminate from the structure, the brick work shifting before the mans gaze. In a slow methodical fashion the bricks slide aside to reveal an unlit passage. A satisified look crosses the mans visage as he slowly enters the hidden tunnel.
He had been having his fun of late, petty crime, minor mischiefs all the signs of his profession yet he knew these were not his true goals. His true goals were yet to show themselves and the wait truely irked him. And not to mention the small law placements on the isle were far more efficient than he gave them credit. Thrice he had to use his blade and on each occasion he had barely escaped with his dignity. He would have to be more carefull in the comming future and perhaps be more subtle.. Truely not the amusement he had wished for but perhaps it would have to do for now.
A gloved hand strokes the wall as he makes his way through the dimly lit passage, the route beggining to widen before him.
But then again there had been some interesting distractions. Two he had met whom seemed complete oppersites and pleased him in different ways. One of deceit and one of innocence both refreshing in thier own unique way. It had been sometime since he had held a conversation with one outside his area of expertise and the experience had been refreshing. And on the oppersite scale was the manipulater, a seductively dangerous creature, oh what fun. He would look foward to seeing them both again, truely good company.
The room before him was held in darkness, the furniture littered in a disorganised manner showing the last occupants had to leave in a hurry. Reaching down Mr Noon as he liked to call himself reached down and righted a chair before sitting upon the dust covered lounger.
A smoothe rich voice leaves the mans lips as he speaks to himself ' Well, well what have we here '
Resting a hand upon the table before him the man turns over a book to reveal it's cover, a signature scrawled upon the object reading ~K.K~.
Well, well this would past the time till something else came to mind......
His reason on the isle at this stage still uknown, but more than likely one of the many games of his lord who's sense of humour seemed more drool than the man's himselfs. Oh what joy, truely this must be one of his largest jests to day.
His destination before him, the figure steps from the shadows to reveal a well groomed man in what would seem to be his mid twenties apart from the un-natureal gleam within his gaze which in itself spoke of ages.
This was it?
Reaching a gloved hand to the wall before him the man traces a line in the fine mortar, the further his finger moves the wider his cadaverous smile grows.
Here we go.
Pressing upon a small juncture within the brickwork a small rumbling seems to eminate from the structure, the brick work shifting before the mans gaze. In a slow methodical fashion the bricks slide aside to reveal an unlit passage. A satisified look crosses the mans visage as he slowly enters the hidden tunnel.
He had been having his fun of late, petty crime, minor mischiefs all the signs of his profession yet he knew these were not his true goals. His true goals were yet to show themselves and the wait truely irked him. And not to mention the small law placements on the isle were far more efficient than he gave them credit. Thrice he had to use his blade and on each occasion he had barely escaped with his dignity. He would have to be more carefull in the comming future and perhaps be more subtle.. Truely not the amusement he had wished for but perhaps it would have to do for now.
A gloved hand strokes the wall as he makes his way through the dimly lit passage, the route beggining to widen before him.
But then again there had been some interesting distractions. Two he had met whom seemed complete oppersites and pleased him in different ways. One of deceit and one of innocence both refreshing in thier own unique way. It had been sometime since he had held a conversation with one outside his area of expertise and the experience had been refreshing. And on the oppersite scale was the manipulater, a seductively dangerous creature, oh what fun. He would look foward to seeing them both again, truely good company.
The room before him was held in darkness, the furniture littered in a disorganised manner showing the last occupants had to leave in a hurry. Reaching down Mr Noon as he liked to call himself reached down and righted a chair before sitting upon the dust covered lounger.
A smoothe rich voice leaves the mans lips as he speaks to himself ' Well, well what have we here '
Resting a hand upon the table before him the man turns over a book to reveal it's cover, a signature scrawled upon the object reading ~K.K~.
Well, well this would past the time till something else came to mind......