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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 30, 2008 1:59:38 GMT -5
Alexander burst into the library, shooting a quick hello wave to October, before heading to the musty back room where he knew Demitri would be.
He opened the door and slumped against the doorframe, feigning a wounded ego. "You would give my job to a disease ridden rodent? After all I've done to prove my worth to you?"
He stepped inside, helped himself to an empty chair. He'd all but sprinted from the castle after receiving Demitri's letter. Not only did the idea of some kind of foreign jewel intrigue him, but in his odd friend's absence, he'd hung out with Nellie and Marie and Bela, and what that amounted to was a bunch quirky girls. Which, on any given day, could also describe Demitri, but Demitri was like a fun rubix cube he never could figure out, but couldn't help to continue to try.
"You look as nerdly as ever. Though a trip bred of research without me to break you out of your monotony would prove as much." He rubbed his hands together. "Where's my present?"
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Post by demitri on Aug 31, 2008 12:12:41 GMT -5
Demitri looked up, watching as Alex disturbed all of the finely placed dust that had collected over the ages as one would have collected stamps
He did look nerdy
A white collard shirt and black suspenders thrown over his shoulders, pocket protector/calculator was overflowing with pencils and one pen. Black shoes remained perfectly polished despite the fact that the room was so aged and filthy, Demitri somehow remained surprisingly clean.
A thick sigh of agitation, yet a smile at familiarity when he saw his friend,
“Of course I wouldn’t give your job to a more intelligent, flee ridden predecessor, I only said that to get you down here faster.”
He looked at Alex’s outstretched hand, “Oh yes, present. I just wanted to make sure first…”
He crossed the room, primly adjusting his glasses as he removed three books, opening the secret compartment behind the bookshelf and pulling out a small leather bag.
Returning to alex he let the contents fall into the open palm of his hand
A tiny silver jewel, edged and cut like a diamond, yet solid like any precious metal,
“here it is.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 31, 2008 12:18:20 GMT -5
Eyes narrowed in scrutiny, Alexander turned it over in his hand, taking the chain between his fingers and dangling it close to his face for better examination. It was almost as though he could feel something about it, but it certainly didn't look special.
"What is it?" he asked, knowing such a simple question would spur a lengthy, book-like answer of where and how and why, as well.
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Post by demitri on Aug 31, 2008 12:25:05 GMT -5
The words that came from Demitri’s mouth
Had never been uttered by those lips before
“I don’t know.”
He said flatly, “The only thing my tests revealed is that it holds the same composite material as the jewel that your father gave to you. However, the material is unknown anywhere else. It holds traces of the same soil that can be found in the Eye of the World, where I found it. Yours has the same traces it could have originated there. But regardless, I’m guessing it does have some kind of power, especially considering what happened when I found it.”
He grinned,
“And since power is something you like I thought it would make a pretty present/ experiment.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 31, 2008 12:30:12 GMT -5
Alexander's eyes widened. "You don't know?"
Wasn't that his line? He turned to the jewel again, tilting his head to the left, and then to the right. "Well, it's not mine," he said. "I don't have it anymore. My dad barely takes it off."
Regardless, Demitri was probably right about the 'power of its own' thing. He sent his friend a crooked grin. "You know me too well. Let the... testing... begin."
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