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Alexander Troven ([personal profile] master_troven) wrote2006-09-11 07:11 pm
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Nick was gone. Alexander had sent the boy back home to finish things that needed to be finished off. He wasn't going to take him away from his life when there were things that needed to be done there. Which left him all alone. It was damn empty with out him, now that Alexander thought of it.

He walked into the Library and started looking at the books, trying to find references to extremely powerful multidemensional entities.

[identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com 2006-09-12 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"... you need to give me time to go through the book. It's not organized very well."

[identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com 2006-09-12 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
He continues to flip through the pages, "Where did you find the shard?"

[identity profile] dancingcreation.livejournal.com 2006-09-12 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I was trying to get to a party on a regular world. I wanted to dance where nobody would know me. It landed in my drink." she scowls.

[identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com 2006-09-12 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
He does not laugh. Nope. There is not a hint of a snigger. A bit of a smirk or anything else that would indicate amusement. Not a bit. "Really?"

[identity profile] dancingcreation.livejournal.com 2006-09-12 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Really." she knows he's amused. She glowers.

[identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com 2006-09-12 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"How terrible." He flips through pages.

[identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com 2006-09-12 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Now aren't you being rude... telling me to hush in my own home." He's still page flipping.