An Old Man's Quest: Part 2

Marcus Biscay · 08-03-2010, 05:11 PM

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Hey there! This thread post dated to July 30th, yeah? That's what goes with my story arc. It can be set in Tallermein's Cottage, or walking through the countryside. At the cottage would be preferred. The only thing that can't be done is a trip to Haven Manor. J'adore can either arrive, or already have been there. Whichever suits you better.

In the books that Marcus had read, the morning always seemed to come too soon. Today, he thought, the morning had come too late. He had gone to sleep anxious for sunrise, and anxious for his postponed adventure. Still, he woke up in the morning, and followed his usualy routine. He rose from his bunk, wound his fob watch, and stumbled to the galley. Today, his left ankle was acting up. He glared at it with disappointed scorn. The afternoon before, prior to arriving at his ship, Marcus had picked some berries he found in the countryside. He threw them together with some eggs he had taken from a small nest in the trees, and cooked them on his fire stove. As he ate, he glanced at his cane, which was leaning against the starboard wall. He could still recall the time he began using that cane. It was the summer of '05. He was on assignment from the Congregatio, in Sarajevo. As he arrived in the city, a large pack of men on horseba--. Marcus had finished his breakfast. It was time to set out. He would have to recall his ventures in Sarajevo some other time. He grabbed his cane and satchel, thrust himself outside, and set out once again seeking Haven Manor, and Savina Marino.

Not wanting to make another trip though the military camp he had crossed though the day before, Marcus followed the Mersey River northwest. He enjoyed the trickle of water in his ears as he walked. They reminded him of his time in Rome, along the Tiber. He would sit for days, just listening. Of course, as soon as his mark appeared, he would need to strike, but for the time, he would sit in bliss, just listening to the gentle waters against the docks. He could hear a great many things, sitting on the wooden bulkheads of the harbour. Captains quarrelling, their crews drinking and laughing gaily. Citizens chatting with each other, discussing the latest news. Birds gawking at nothing, and screeching at even less. Occasionally, even a few revolutionists, trying to re-establish 'The Ancient's Legacy'. Marcus would always laugh at these students, as they walked by, plotting assassinations, and drawing up 'battle plans'. If they had done their research properly, they would have seen that 'The Ancients' were nothing more than humans, and their 'Legacy' was nothing more than the empty shell they left behind when they---. Marcus came to the draw of the Mersey. 'Lake Rossignol', he thought. The Manor must be located on the other side of the water. He reached down to his waist, and took his spyglass out from it's case. Looking through it, he could make out the figure of a large, brick building. He smiled, content with his findings, and reached for his right fob watch. He opened it, shook it swiftly back and forth, and frowned. Putting it away, he took the other watch from his left pocket, and opened it. He smiled, put it away, and began walking once more.

After a short time, Marcus looked to his left, and saw the windmill he had rested at the day before. He remembered his conversation with Ehno, and how wonderful it was to have met another who was well travelled. It made him happy to know that he wasn't alone in experience. Marcus continued to walk until he came to a sight which caught him off guard. Before him stood a goat. This wasn't an unusual sight to Marcus. Nor was it expected. He had seen goats rampant in the territories around Berlin. Though domestication teams were doing their best, the fact of the matter were that there were just too many to rally. Marcus was called in to subdue the problem. His mission was to destroy the breeding grounds that the goats had established. It made Marcus chuckle that the Congregatio was taking such official action against goats. They even went as far as to call it a 'secret operation'. When he arrived, Marcus' jaw fell limp at the overwhelming amount of fauna before him. It was apparent that he would need to---. Marcus remembered his mission. He checked his left fob watch. It was already half past eleven. He would need to move quickly if he wanted his visit to last. He spun around, and started to walk again. He looked about as he walked, and his eyes caught on to a figure. He smiled slightly, and planted his feet, cane in between for support. He then waited. Whatever happened next would be up to the figure that stood before him.

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J'adore Austral · 08-06-2010, 04:11 AM

OOC: Sorry it took me so long to reply. Word Count: . Word of the Day: cheechako, line 4, word 11. sorry this is sooo short I needed to make a post tobump up my count but had very little time.

The older dog in front of J'adore was a known one. He had smelt him when he had ventured on to the beach when he first arrived. A well traveled gentleman with his own boat. J'aore himself was well traveled. Exploring the iberian Peninsula, aweing over the long-forgotten Ferarris in Italy and trapsing the empty, but interesting London streets. The wind shuddered the shingles on the rickity cottage to his left. The man in front was a cheechako, to these lands, as had J'adore merely weeks ago. Crimson dreams was a homly pack to belong to, the close bonds between Alpha and Officer were reassuring and apreciated. 'I am J'adore Austral' he told the dog. as he waited for the other canine to speak up he pondered where he had been in his life. He had been to Italy, as he overheard, but where else.

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