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deadmanbusiness) wrote2010-12-15 10:01 am
deadmanbusiness) wrote2010-12-15 10:01 am
First Scene to book two, Star God Falling?
Anna passed the folders around the team's meeting table. This time they were a dull gray with bite marks in on them. One of Veena's kittens must have found them and they were all teething. Everyone took it in stride. Gray folders were usually in regards to historical figures that tended to crop up from time to time in the modern age. They didn't come very often, but they did need looking in to.
A black kitten appeared on the table near Adrian's, Anna's brother, coffee cup and looked like it was about to make a mad dash for it, but the ritual mage with pale blond hair, pale skin and icy blue eyes, plucked the kitten off the table before it could do so and put it on the floor. Theo could hear a tiny and confused meeping noise that all the kittens made before it must have ambled or teleported off.
Trever looked apologetic. The red-head tended to look apologetic most of the time these days as the kittens did belong to his familiar. A litter of six kittens; five black and one gray and all of them could teleport like their mother. Kale, Trever's identical twin, rolled his eyes and shoved another kitten off his lap, dropping it into his brother's.
"Right Anna," Rhys said, stoically ignoring the kitten in his coffee cup, "What do we have?" The crusty and bald Welsh man who looked to be in his mid forties but was really two thousand years old, folded his hands together, not having opened up his file.
She tried to turn on the computer screen, but it didn't work. After flipping the switch a few times, she gave a sigh and opened up her file, pulling out a photograph. "This is Richard Markings, from Albany New York. He's recently made the claim that he is King Arthur reborn and that Excalibur, in the British museum is his, even though Merlin hasn't been around to proclaim him such. The department -"
Rhys cut her off. "Not him."
"I'm sorry?" She asked.
"He's not Arthur."
"How do you know?" Lan, the team psychic and intern asked. Rather small for his age, with large brown eyes and a Russian accent, he'd only been with the team for less than a year but fit in quite well. Rhys would most definitely keep him on when he graduated.
"I think, as Merlin, I would know."
A bit of quiet fell over the room, disrupted only by kittens mewing and chasing each other across the table and cabinets, knocking things over and leaving coffee stains over everything.
"You were Merlin?" Adrian said finally.
"Yes, I was Merlin."
Again silence from the humans. Theo absently plucked a kitten off his head and dropped it onto the floor.
"Somehow, that really doesn't surprise me," Kale said.
A black kitten appeared on the table near Adrian's, Anna's brother, coffee cup and looked like it was about to make a mad dash for it, but the ritual mage with pale blond hair, pale skin and icy blue eyes, plucked the kitten off the table before it could do so and put it on the floor. Theo could hear a tiny and confused meeping noise that all the kittens made before it must have ambled or teleported off.
Trever looked apologetic. The red-head tended to look apologetic most of the time these days as the kittens did belong to his familiar. A litter of six kittens; five black and one gray and all of them could teleport like their mother. Kale, Trever's identical twin, rolled his eyes and shoved another kitten off his lap, dropping it into his brother's.
"Right Anna," Rhys said, stoically ignoring the kitten in his coffee cup, "What do we have?" The crusty and bald Welsh man who looked to be in his mid forties but was really two thousand years old, folded his hands together, not having opened up his file.
She tried to turn on the computer screen, but it didn't work. After flipping the switch a few times, she gave a sigh and opened up her file, pulling out a photograph. "This is Richard Markings, from Albany New York. He's recently made the claim that he is King Arthur reborn and that Excalibur, in the British museum is his, even though Merlin hasn't been around to proclaim him such. The department -"
Rhys cut her off. "Not him."
"I'm sorry?" She asked.
"He's not Arthur."
"How do you know?" Lan, the team psychic and intern asked. Rather small for his age, with large brown eyes and a Russian accent, he'd only been with the team for less than a year but fit in quite well. Rhys would most definitely keep him on when he graduated.
"I think, as Merlin, I would know."
A bit of quiet fell over the room, disrupted only by kittens mewing and chasing each other across the table and cabinets, knocking things over and leaving coffee stains over everything.
"You were Merlin?" Adrian said finally.
"Yes, I was Merlin."
Again silence from the humans. Theo absently plucked a kitten off his head and dropped it onto the floor.
"Somehow, that really doesn't surprise me," Kale said.