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Apr. 16th, 2005 05:47 pmI’s backles.
‘K where were we. Ah yes, Jim and the multiple orbs. Wasn’t’ expecting that ;-) but isn’t that half of the fun of doing this?
Btw it’s Coates with an ‘e’
Oh, and you were right the real Keep was built in the 11th century. It was the wooden motte and bailey castle that was built in the 10th century.
Okay, enough procrastination, ficcy-poos.
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Blair had moved through another stone arched doorway and was intent on the displays in the next room. He was easy to track; the kid had the slightly endearing habit of reading under his breath when he was really interested in something. It was not that endearing when Blair did it during an all night study session and kept him awake.
The orb which had that faint blue swirl in the centre – his orb – was bobbing intently at the other doorway.
Mentally, Jim hedged, part of him wanted Blair at his back when he followed the orb, and the other part didn’t want a protracted explanation with subsequent testing when he mentioned that he was communing with balls of light. But the old man could also see them; perhaps Blair could be distracted by the prospect of torturing the elderly?
Jim set off.
Gleefully, the orb sped ahead, dipping down the spiral staircase.
“Jim?”
The sentinel froze.
“What you doing?” Blair craned his head around the doorway.
“Exploring?”
“Exploring what?”
“An ancient castle? It seems appropriate – I think I’ve seen it on a hundred horror films.”
Blair tutted. “Come on help me, see if there’s anything with a sentinel vibe.”
“Just announce it to the whole world, bud.” Jim rolled his eyes.
“Is there anyone in around?” Blair asked rhetorically. “It’s a wet march afternoon – we’re the only visitors.”
“The caretaker’s here.”
“Manda’s grandfather?”
“Yeah, he went down that staircase.” Jim pointed, incidentally the way that his orb had gone.
“Didn’t Manda say that we could get him to get us in the catacombs?”
“Haven’t you got enough to see?” Jim waved an extended finger aimlessly taking in the glass exhibits.
“Yes, but Dr. Bourne said that there were some uncatalogued displays from the river find that were in storage. I haven’t spotted the plaque I’m looking for.”
“You’ve only been here thirty seconds.”
“Year, but Dr. Bourne wasn’t familiar with it when I described it to him – he thought maybe that it hadn’t been processed. I guessed it’s in storage.” Blair grinned. “He was going to show us but he had to ‘pop out to a meeting’. He said I could entertain myself in the Museum and when he got back we’d go to storage – but if we find Manda’s grandfather we can go now.”
‘K where were we. Ah yes, Jim and the multiple orbs. Wasn’t’ expecting that ;-) but isn’t that half of the fun of doing this?
Btw it’s Coates with an ‘e’
Oh, and you were right the real Keep was built in the 11th century. It was the wooden motte and bailey castle that was built in the 10th century.
Okay, enough procrastination, ficcy-poos.
~~~~~~~
Blair had moved through another stone arched doorway and was intent on the displays in the next room. He was easy to track; the kid had the slightly endearing habit of reading under his breath when he was really interested in something. It was not that endearing when Blair did it during an all night study session and kept him awake.
The orb which had that faint blue swirl in the centre – his orb – was bobbing intently at the other doorway.
Mentally, Jim hedged, part of him wanted Blair at his back when he followed the orb, and the other part didn’t want a protracted explanation with subsequent testing when he mentioned that he was communing with balls of light. But the old man could also see them; perhaps Blair could be distracted by the prospect of torturing the elderly?
Jim set off.
Gleefully, the orb sped ahead, dipping down the spiral staircase.
“Jim?”
The sentinel froze.
“What you doing?” Blair craned his head around the doorway.
“Exploring?”
“Exploring what?”
“An ancient castle? It seems appropriate – I think I’ve seen it on a hundred horror films.”
Blair tutted. “Come on help me, see if there’s anything with a sentinel vibe.”
“Just announce it to the whole world, bud.” Jim rolled his eyes.
“Is there anyone in around?” Blair asked rhetorically. “It’s a wet march afternoon – we’re the only visitors.”
“The caretaker’s here.”
“Manda’s grandfather?”
“Yeah, he went down that staircase.” Jim pointed, incidentally the way that his orb had gone.
“Didn’t Manda say that we could get him to get us in the catacombs?”
“Haven’t you got enough to see?” Jim waved an extended finger aimlessly taking in the glass exhibits.
“Yes, but Dr. Bourne said that there were some uncatalogued displays from the river find that were in storage. I haven’t spotted the plaque I’m looking for.”
“You’ve only been here thirty seconds.”
“Year, but Dr. Bourne wasn’t familiar with it when I described it to him – he thought maybe that it hadn’t been processed. I guessed it’s in storage.” Blair grinned. “He was going to show us but he had to ‘pop out to a meeting’. He said I could entertain myself in the Museum and when he got back we’d go to storage – but if we find Manda’s grandfather we can go now.”
