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Post by Lukas Dahlem on Jul 19, 2011 0:53:51 GMT -5
Not here, either... [/color] Lukas sighed unwardly, gently closing the rather thick book in his hands and setting it neatly back on the shelf. His face may not have given it away, but the Norwegian was rather frustrated at present. Aside from entering that medium between the past and present day; Lukas had yet to see what his father had told him. The mysterious humans that were apparantly able to summon the old Gods. The man picked up yet another book, one full of pictures of various spirits. It was very similar to the one his father had given to him as a child. He skimmed through it once with that same blank expression gracing his features before placing that back on the shelf as well. This was how Lukas spent his free time at the academy. Looking for clues and trying to unravel the mysteries of the 'Dark Hour' and the apparant presence of these beings. And it was in these endeavours that he had discovered one peculiar person. Someone who was just like him in terms of seeing those others cannot. However, Mary really didn't seem to hold any interest in conversing with the Norwegian. It's eight pm...better call it a night. he murmured, looking down at his watch and beginning his trek for the door and losing himself in his thoughts. Little did he notice the devil herself walking in the opposite direction. All at once, Lukas bumped into Mary's shoulder, stopping and staring at her with that far-off look. " Good evening."[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Mary Campbell on Jul 19, 2011 1:24:14 GMT -5
She'd read all these stories. All of them. Every single bloody one, in every language she knew. Trying to find new ones was exhausting, even in a library as multicultural as this. Mary sighed, thumbing through one of the myriad novels in search of a new tale and once again finding nothing but familiarity. The bump to her shoulder, however, was anything but familiar, and in her surprise she dropped the tome. Stooping to pick it up, she heard the voice of her coworker and gazed coolly in his direction as she straightened, book in hand.
"Aye, it was," she replied with disdain. Until you came along. Lukas Dahlem was a waste of space, a waste of talent, and above everything a bloody suspicious son of a beast. Everything about him set off warning bells, from his impossibly blank face to his piercing gaze. Here was a man that saw everything, revealed nothing, and had the potential to do anything.
It made her fear for the children in her care, if she was to be perfectly honest. She would fight him tooth and nail to keep them safe, from threats both external and internal, and when it came to this one she would hold back not a drop of her power.
Let him sit back and do nothing then.
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Post by Lukas Dahlem on Jul 19, 2011 1:58:13 GMT -5
It was amusing, really. He'd never really been liked wherever he went, but this was different. For once, the Norwegian really had no idea why this woman seemed to harbor as much hatred for him as she did. Mary was similar to himself, yet different. Prehaps that's why Lukas took an interest in her.
Lukas just continued to stare at her. Not really taking in any details, but just spacing out before reaching out a hand and lifting the book right out of her hands. He opened it slowly, fluttering through the pages and stopping every now and then to run a finger over the all too familiar stories.
"Alfrodull, Balmung, Einmyria, Fenrir, Ginnungagap, Helheim, Idun, Jormungand..." he named off, all of these names from his childhood. "Norse mythology?" he questioned, continuing to flip through the pages.
Never taking his eyes off the book, he continued to speak, "Not particularly popular stories amongst most." [/blockquote] |
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Post by Mary Campbell on Jul 19, 2011 3:00:14 GMT -5
Mary's face darkened at his words, although she couldn't help but admit they rolled off his tongue gracefully. She had never heard those gods' names pronounced, even by the fey that lingered near that brutish-looking Swede. He and his one-handed god were the reason she'd picked up that particular book, but it was all written in Norwe--...well, bugger.
"I have my reasons fir seeking them," she replied, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "That one isn't in a language I can read, so I'll be puttin' it away now." And with that, she removed the book from his hands, snapping it shut and moving to put it back on the shelf. She didn't need his help, and wouldn't ask for it. If he kept on blathering she would have no other option than to listen, but she doubted his taciturnity would permit such a thing. |
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Post by Lukas Dahlem on Jul 19, 2011 3:49:50 GMT -5
Letting out something akin to a small grunt, he watched as the book was taken from him. Lukas may not have been interested in the book itself, but he most definitely was curious about these 'reasons'. The only humans he had ever met who showed even a remote interest in Norse mythology were his father and a few professors.
Not saying a word, he followed Mary as she made her way to the shelf. "I can read it." he stated dryly, continuing to stare her down. It wasn't an offer to help, but one probably couldn't tell by the look on his face. To him, this was merely a fact, one that he wished to share with his colleague for future reference.
Ignoring her for a moment, Lukas glanced the books on the shelf. Himself having occupied this section a majority of the time could almost notice a book by the color and texture of it's spine. And so, he reached up a little higher and grabbed a book on the next shelf, holding it out for her.
"Here." he offered. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Mary Campbell on Jul 19, 2011 5:23:49 GMT -5
The Scotswoman made a face as she was offered the book, looking at it as if it were a trap. Which it probably was. A trap meant to lock them in some kind of embrace of comraderie. No bleeding deep-fried way.
...but it was in English. And this could help her learn about that boy. See if he was worthy of even being near Arthur and his other friends. She didn't trust the Swede too far either. The only meaningful communication she'd ever had with the youth was him showing up at her bedroom door and sweeping her off her feet, plopping her in front of a starved Canadian, and leaving without so much as a please or a thank you. She didn't even know why the brute was around, aside from him being good in a fight and having one of those bloody toy guns everyone was always waving about.
Her expression contorting further, she snatched the volume out of his hands, thumbing through it briefly before shutting it and tucking it under an arm. She would look at it later. Without him and his snooping and creeping about. Bloody git.
"Of course ye can read it. Ye probably contributed to the thing, what with all yir scribblin' in tha' little black book of yours." Try as she might, Mary couldn't keep a snide little smirk from tugging at her lips. "And here I thought only the ladies kept such things." |
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Post by Lukas Dahlem on Jul 19, 2011 12:55:25 GMT -5
Had Mary waited any longer, Lukas might have just shoved the book into her arms instead.
Lukas shrugged, watching her momentairly skim over the book before hiding it under her arm. After, he began to make his way back for the door. No sense in staying, afterall. Lukas had served his purpose, done his good deed for the day, and still hadn't turned up any clues.
But, he stopped in his tracks and turned full to look at her. "Surely you're joking with me." he let out, "That book is almost as old as my father."
In response to her latter statement, he carefully opened his bag and pulled out said book. The tabs sticking out and the wear and tear of time apparant by the cover. "I think you are mistaken as to what this is." he started, opening up to a page and inwardly laughing, "They are my plans for world domination."
Lukas fancied himself a good comedian. His lack of expression, however, made it increasingly difficult for a person to distinguish from sincerity and when he was but having a little fun with someone. Ludvika had mentioned this to him before, never acting on it. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Mary Campbell on Jul 20, 2011 11:45:43 GMT -5
Mary rolled her eyes at the idea, keeping her mild dread at the thought of him being serious to herself as she went to check out the book he'd handed her. He had to be joking. Unless he wasn't. He could not be joking, which would be even worse than if he were.
Confusing bastard.
The Scotswoman sighed, tucking the book under her arm again and giving Lukas a disdainful look. "If that's the case, it must no' be a terribly effective plan." To fit into something so small and ratty and unassuming...while the little book was probably a very good place to hide one's research, if he kept such important things all in one place certainly it would be devastating for him to lose it. Even more so if something were to happen to it after said losing.
Mary turned away from the man, heading for the exit, making a valiant attempt to stop her mind from trying to cook up schemes to get her hands on that little book, if for no other reason than to see what was really inside it. |
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Post by Lukas Dahlem on Jul 20, 2011 21:59:38 GMT -5
Lukas merely shrugged, "Still working on it."
Almost like a stalker, Lukas followed suit walking towards the exit directly behind Mary. He was intrigued as to why this woman seemed so interested in Norse mythology. And in all honesty, he wanted someone to talk to about the fascinating subject.
"Anything in particular you were looking for?" Lukas asked in that monotone voice.
It was a quirk. Whenever he found someone willing to talk or learn more about folklore and mythology he just couldn't leave it. Almost like a child with his favorite toy during Show and Tell except a little more extreme. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Mary Campbell on Jul 27, 2011 15:26:34 GMT -5
Despite the fact that it would likely swell his ego, as soon as the book was checked out, it was open in Mary's hand, delicate fingers making their way over the now-understandable writing inside it;
"A one-handed god," she replied without thinking. "He's the patron of one of the--" what on earth was she saying?! Mary looked up with an irritated start, though didn't grace the Norwegian with so much as a glare in his direction. Damn his hide! What was it about him that made her mouth run so? Did he practice some kind of magic after all? With a huff, she returned to scanning the book as she walked along the corridor. It seemed no matter what Dahlem did all he seemed to provide was more questions. There was no way he'd be of any use to her, or to any of them. |
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Post by Lukas Dahlem on Jul 29, 2011 23:22:36 GMT -5
Lukas let a small ghost of a smile pass over his features and he went to situate himself im front of the other yet again. Effortlessly, the Norwegian picked up the book and immediately went to the back to look at the index.
Sure enough, he found what he was searching for on page 138. Lukas opened to the page and turned the book around, holding it to her. "Týr." he responded with little to no emotion, however quickly becoming talkative as he recited a bit of information that he could recall. "Right hand was bitten of by Fenrir when the Gods bound it."
"Tîwaz, Tiw and Ziu are other names that he goes by. 'Tyr' also has been known to mean 'God'."
Lukas start to make his way to the door yet again, feeling satisfied in revealing some knowledge to Mary. He had taken an interest in the other the first time he saw her reading in the lounge. Wereas his other colleague seemed to dismiss the supernatural living in his quarters, Mary seemed to accept and acknowledge this fact.
"Miss Mary, I hope that information was what you were looking for. Unless there is something else I could assist you in?" |
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Post by Mary Campbell on Jul 31, 2011 21:40:55 GMT -5
And there he was again, just taking the bloody book out of her hands assuming she couldn't find the information she sought on her own. What did he think she was, stupid?! Bad-tempered and often rude, most assuredly, but stupid she definitely was not. Misogynistic son of a troll! The nerve he had!!
"Campbell," she half spat as she snatched the book back from him, finally turning an icy glare to him. "We are not on a first-name basis, Mr. Dahlem."
She stormed past the Norwegian once again, but as irritated as she was with him, she had indeed been paying attention to his words. Týr, then. She would read more about him later, and with any luck it would teach her a great deal more about that boy. The gods didn't choose who they did without a reason, for this or any other task.
She would very blatantly overlook the fact that her own patron, while queen of her pantheon, was also one of the more flawed goddesses – after all, Hera was most widely known for her jealousy. |
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Post by Lukas Dahlem on Aug 1, 2011 23:14:23 GMT -5
"It's easier to remember names when you relate them to a story." he replied swiftly.
Lukas stopped as the other walked passed him yet again, this time staring at her back intently. Almost as if he was looking right past here and towards the door. Though, it was mostly just his way of contemplating.
"Though, I've never met someone who's shared a name with a character in a folktale."
Prehaps this was the ultimate reason he had taken an interest in Mary Campbell. Her relation to a story he knew and the interest she seemed to take in folklore. If she didn't seem to have this undying hatred for him, Lukas might have wanted to possibly be friends of somesort.
'Birds of a feather' was how the saying went, right? [/blockquote] |
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Post by Mary Campbell on Aug 4, 2011 15:58:48 GMT -5
"Ye must live under a rock, then," the Scotswoman replied disdainfully. "Mary is a ruddy common name, written in a great deal of tales, from nursery rhymes to novels." She shot him a mild glare over her shoulder, accompanied by the barest of smirks. "Not to mention more than a handful of queens 'round the world."
She tossed her hair a bit as she looked forward again, irritated that he continued to persist, but at this point she may as well just wait the bastard out. The more she learnt about this sneak, the better.
"Know thy enemy" was how the saying went, right? |
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