Conspiracy Theories
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Conspiracy Theories
Savannah Lively Sun Sep 26, 2010 2:56 pm
Characters: Savannah Lively, Viktor Kroman
When: A couple of weeks before the families move into Azoth Manor.
Where: The Occulterium bookstore
Summary: When Savannah gets caught up in conspiracy theory talk with an eccentric Occulterium employee, she quickly becomes desperate for a way out--even if it means pretending to be friends with a total stranger.
“Oh, wow, is that so?”
At that moment, Savannah was the epitome of contrast. The flat tone of her words didn’t at all match the interest that her words implied; the (forced) smile was supposed to communicate ease and intrigue, but instead, it looked nervous and very, very uncomfortable. Most likely, that was the truest indicator of how she was feeling—that, along the tiniest hint of regret. She’d wandered into the Occulterium with no real intention other than killing an hour or two on a day that was, in a word, uneventful. She’d idly picked up a book without even looking at the title (The A to Z Encyclopedia of Demons, it turned out) and before she’d known it, one of the employees had popped up out of freakin’ nowhere to tell her not only about his past “experiences” with some of the creatures in it, but also to talk about he was sure they’d be coming back for him in the near future. Savvy had hoped that her four-word-maximum responses would give him the hint that she’d had enough, but it seemed that he preferred it that way. He hadn’t stopped talking since he’d started ten minutes ago. She loved talking to people, but even she had her limits!
As the employee grew more intense with his words, Savvy found herself backing up and clutching the book in to her chest like a last-minute shield. “That’s really, uh…” She didn’t even bother finishing the speculation because the guy didn’t seem to have noticed that she’d interjected. A frustrated sort of sigh brushed past her lips before she could stop it; awkward didn’t even begin to describe this situation. “Sorry, but I—.” The look on her face shifted to a mildly irritated one when the employee insisted that she ‘just had to hear what happened next.’ She wanted—no, needed—an out, immediately. She silently prayed that Alexis or Nine would call, or something… neither of them did, of course, which meant that she’d have to resort to something else. What that something else would actually be was, tragically, a mystery to her for the time being.
Well, at the very least, it seemed that she would kill that extra hour or two, after all. Not exactly how she’d planned, but when did her plans ever go according to plan?
When: A couple of weeks before the families move into Azoth Manor.
Where: The Occulterium bookstore
Summary: When Savannah gets caught up in conspiracy theory talk with an eccentric Occulterium employee, she quickly becomes desperate for a way out--even if it means pretending to be friends with a total stranger.
“Oh, wow, is that so?”
At that moment, Savannah was the epitome of contrast. The flat tone of her words didn’t at all match the interest that her words implied; the (forced) smile was supposed to communicate ease and intrigue, but instead, it looked nervous and very, very uncomfortable. Most likely, that was the truest indicator of how she was feeling—that, along the tiniest hint of regret. She’d wandered into the Occulterium with no real intention other than killing an hour or two on a day that was, in a word, uneventful. She’d idly picked up a book without even looking at the title (The A to Z Encyclopedia of Demons, it turned out) and before she’d known it, one of the employees had popped up out of freakin’ nowhere to tell her not only about his past “experiences” with some of the creatures in it, but also to talk about he was sure they’d be coming back for him in the near future. Savvy had hoped that her four-word-maximum responses would give him the hint that she’d had enough, but it seemed that he preferred it that way. He hadn’t stopped talking since he’d started ten minutes ago. She loved talking to people, but even she had her limits!
As the employee grew more intense with his words, Savvy found herself backing up and clutching the book in to her chest like a last-minute shield. “That’s really, uh…” She didn’t even bother finishing the speculation because the guy didn’t seem to have noticed that she’d interjected. A frustrated sort of sigh brushed past her lips before she could stop it; awkward didn’t even begin to describe this situation. “Sorry, but I—.” The look on her face shifted to a mildly irritated one when the employee insisted that she ‘just had to hear what happened next.’ She wanted—no, needed—an out, immediately. She silently prayed that Alexis or Nine would call, or something… neither of them did, of course, which meant that she’d have to resort to something else. What that something else would actually be was, tragically, a mystery to her for the time being.
Well, at the very least, it seemed that she would kill that extra hour or two, after all. Not exactly how she’d planned, but when did her plans ever go according to plan?
Savannah Lively- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Divination
Posts : 11
Re: Conspiracy Theories
Viktor Kroman Sun Sep 26, 2010 3:42 pm
While the Occulterium was a place to kill time for some it was a haven for Viktor Kroman. The quiet and reserved necromancy felt right at home. A large library of antique and newer books on a variety of his favorite topics, the occult. It was everything he had dreamed of and more when he had encountered this place just strolling the streets of Seattle, Washington.
He quietly remained perched at the large oak table with a few chairs surrounding the small round table. To some Viktor was aloof, frigid, and down right strange. But the fact was he was a brilliant mind. The only reason he was anti-social was because of his history. Growing up as a child he was taught to conceal his facial expressions and emotions. The Kroman kin believed emotions were a weakness and to convey such meant vulnerability. So it was no surprise that Viktor turned to the musty old pages in a novel to lull him. Although it had been rumored he had a wicked temper to those close to his heart. Not one for many words Viktor was quiet yet highly observant.
The black novel he read from was one of his personal favorites. He had read it many times over and today was no different. The gentle sprinkle of rain outside pelted down onto the green state. Seattle was known for its rain and this was no exception. But neither of that mattered for the necromancy whose long, lean fingers would turn the page. He paused for a quick second when he could hear hushed whispers of excitement filter through the two-story book store. A few hushes could be heard to silence the amicable employee. Viktor felt a pinch of irritation crawl underneath his pale skin. Why couldn’t people understand this was a place to read, an environment to relax or study. Stoic features quietly hid the necromancer’s displeasure.
Blue-gray eyes peered up from his novel; momentarily turning the book over so it’s binding faced him. The broody necromancer studied the girl who was a few feet away from his vacant table. He had an uncanny ability to read stranger’s facial expressions and she seemed irritated. Her terse responses should have given the employee of such inkling. But no, they didn’t comprehend it. The slow roll of incense would intoxicate his own senses as it seemed to momentarily distract him. The soothing blend of lilac and vanilla had that kind of effect.
The thick black binding on the back of his book read as follows:
From the well illuminated lights above would provide a closer inspection to the scar lining Viktor’s left cheek. Although it looked more like a dimple but it was from an attack from a Doberman when he was only six years old. In Russia it wasn’t unnatural to have multiple dogs on the Kroman estate. Unfortunately for an inquisitive Viktor he had paid the price.
He quietly remained perched at the large oak table with a few chairs surrounding the small round table. To some Viktor was aloof, frigid, and down right strange. But the fact was he was a brilliant mind. The only reason he was anti-social was because of his history. Growing up as a child he was taught to conceal his facial expressions and emotions. The Kroman kin believed emotions were a weakness and to convey such meant vulnerability. So it was no surprise that Viktor turned to the musty old pages in a novel to lull him. Although it had been rumored he had a wicked temper to those close to his heart. Not one for many words Viktor was quiet yet highly observant.
The black novel he read from was one of his personal favorites. He had read it many times over and today was no different. The gentle sprinkle of rain outside pelted down onto the green state. Seattle was known for its rain and this was no exception. But neither of that mattered for the necromancy whose long, lean fingers would turn the page. He paused for a quick second when he could hear hushed whispers of excitement filter through the two-story book store. A few hushes could be heard to silence the amicable employee. Viktor felt a pinch of irritation crawl underneath his pale skin. Why couldn’t people understand this was a place to read, an environment to relax or study. Stoic features quietly hid the necromancer’s displeasure.
Blue-gray eyes peered up from his novel; momentarily turning the book over so it’s binding faced him. The broody necromancer studied the girl who was a few feet away from his vacant table. He had an uncanny ability to read stranger’s facial expressions and she seemed irritated. Her terse responses should have given the employee of such inkling. But no, they didn’t comprehend it. The slow roll of incense would intoxicate his own senses as it seemed to momentarily distract him. The soothing blend of lilac and vanilla had that kind of effect.
The thick black binding on the back of his book read as follows:
Viktor thought about intervening to help the red head but he thought better. It wasn’t his place to comingle with other people’s business. Instead, he picked up his novel to continue reading. Poor Viktor stuck out like a sore thumb though. His solid black designer suit was depleted of any color. His own personal taste was dark colors. All necromancers did as they were associated with death. Pitch-black hair was cut short but fell past his ear.From the editor: In classical antiquity, there was much interest in necromancy- the consultation of the dead for divination. Nothing has changed, except for terminology.
People seek knowledge from the dead by sleeping on tombs, visiting oracles, and rituals to reanimate corpses and skulls. Ranging over many of the lands in which Greek and Roman civilizations flourished, including Egypt, from the Greek archaic period through the late Roman Empire, this book is the First Comprehensive survey of the subject ever published in any language. It will be of central importance to those interested in the rapidly expanding intellectual subject of Apocrypha, the Occult, Black Books, Books of the Dead, Ghosts and Magick.
Ogden’s book makes it easy for the reader to follow history of the sources and the accounts of necromancy he provides.
From the well illuminated lights above would provide a closer inspection to the scar lining Viktor’s left cheek. Although it looked more like a dimple but it was from an attack from a Doberman when he was only six years old. In Russia it wasn’t unnatural to have multiple dogs on the Kroman estate. Unfortunately for an inquisitive Viktor he had paid the price.
Viktor Kroman- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Necromancy
Posts : 8
Re: Conspiracy Theories
Savannah Lively Sun Sep 26, 2010 4:32 pm
Those ever-aware hazel eyes were shifting constantly by that point, scanning the Occulterium for some kind of distraction. Her options were limited--worse than limited, actually. They were almost non-existent. She didn't see anyone familiar there; apparently, the people she knew didn't share her affection for esoteric bookstores (what was wrong with them?). That being said, she considered the other people around. There weren't many, it seemed. Most of the people who were there had taken to hushing the other half of her "conversation," which brought a hint of a self-conscious blush to her face. She wasn't usually so concerned with the opinions of people she didn't even know, but attracting all of that unwanted attention didn't exactly feel great.
Her careful sweep of the room brought her attention to the dark-haired guy not too far away. She noticed him glancing over at them and, feeling a sliver of hope, mouthed Save me! However, by the time she did, he was already turning his attention back to his book. Slender shoulders slumped a little; that hadn't worked out very well for her at all! She glanced reluctantly to the store employee again, who'd paused for just a moment. Her expression brightened visibly, but it fell again when it became apparent that, despite that misleading pause, this guy wasn't finished yet. In fact, there was no end that Savvy could see clearly, which was something that she was no longer able to handle.
"That sounds great," she cut in smoothly, eyebrows raising in a pseudo-excited sort of way, "but I've actually got to run. My... friend, over there?" She nodded in the direction of the guy who'd been looking at them from his table a second ago. "He's expecting me right about now." She was already backing away from the conversation and toward the table. Instead of immediately backing off, the employee cast her a confused look. Savvy resisted an eye-roll and, instead, sat at the table across from the guy in the suit.
"Hey!" Despite the implied excitement in her words, Savvy was careful to keep her voice quiet. "Sorry I was a little late, I got caught up in a conversation..." Fake, fake, fake. She didn't sound authentic at all. "How've you been?" Bad acting skills aside, her plan seemed to work. With that, the employee had finally taken the hint and walked off. A small sigh of relief was audible as she leaned against the table suddenly, almost as if she was actually tired from all of that. A moment later, she actually looked up at the guy across from her. A sheepish smile crept onto her face once she realized that she was potentially being as irritating as the person she'd worked so hard to get away from.
"Um... I'm sorry about that." She set her book down on the table; it must have looked like she was planning on staying, but really, she'd gotten tired of holding it. "It's just, um... well, you know," she finished with a shrug, as if those words were supposed to explain the situation. Knowing her, she fully expected them to. They must have been an odd sight to any outsiders that saw them; him with his dark hair and darker clothes, her with her bright hair and almost garishly colored clothes--a yellow-and-black plaid button down matched with leggings and wedge heels. She looked at him almost tentatively, mentally debating on whether it would be best to stay for a bit or leave him be.
Savannah Lively- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Divination
Posts : 11
Re: Conspiracy Theories
Viktor Kroman Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:06 pm
Completely oblivious to poor Savannah‘s pleading to be saved, Viktor became engrossed in his novel. The necromancer didn’t even see her mouthing ‘save me.’ Dark blue eyes would dash across the typed words on the dusty old novel. A few glares were given to the chatty employee who seemed so desperate to impress the red head. Viktor on the other hand had zero intentions of impressing anyone. He was here to be entertained and swept away by the serenity of the books. Little did he know that by coming to this specific bookstore fate would offer him a new friend.
Leaning forward on the wooden table, his left hand would close to gently rest against the side of his left temple. Supporting his head while he read. The word ‘friend’ did peak Viktor’s attention. Oh thank God! Thank the lucky bastard. Viktor had just finished the next page when he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. He had assumed Savannah was leaving or going to the back of the store by the stacks of books. Unfortunately, it would not be so easy.
The excited remark of a greeting caused him to snap out of his reverie. Piercing-blue eyes locked with hazel hues. Now, he had a better look at the chipper red head. “Hello.” A thick Russian accent rolled off his lips as he politely greeted her. While he could be a social outcast he wouldn’t be rude or arrogant to her either. The threat of a frown attempted to wrinkle his handsome features when he froze the temptation. Late for what? With a question of concern given by the stranger Viktor was a little taken aback but as he glanced back he could see the male employee watching them. “Good and yourself?” Placing his book holder between the two pages before shutting the thick novel. He caught on and realized she was using him for a distraction. Not that he minded at all. It was rare for Viktor to have company unless it was his family or Lorelei Ashford, his sister’s best friend.
Leaning back into the confines of the wooden chair, Viktor crossed both arms across his slender chest. “It’s okay; I noticed he was bothering you.” He informed her matter-of-factly. A quick sweep of her wardrobe gave him a faint insight to her personality. She was upset, positive, and sweet from what he could tell. Noticing the book she had deposited on the table he moved to pick it up while she babbled slightly incoherent. “This is a good book. The illustrations are nice, too.” His voice gentle and hushed, not loud and obnoxious like the male she encountered. Sliding the book back to her, Viktor studied her closely. “Do you always make it a habit to talk to strangers?” A curious question, he wasn’t judging her. From where he was from he had been taught to be careful and cautious of strangers. But over the years Viktor learned how to defend himself as he matured through his powers.
Every now and then the male employee would glance in their direction. Viktor had noticed he seemed interested in Savannah but the feeling was not mutual. “This place has a lot to offer besides just stuffy books.” He motioned for her to stand up as he pushed his chair back. Tucking his novel under his arm as he ushered her to the large spiral stairs that led to the second level where talking was permitted. A small coffee bar was located to the right also serving tea and pastries. He found them a table inside the coffee bar. Setting his book down onto the small bar top. One of the staff coming over to take their order. “I’ll have the iced green chai.” The athletic blonde smiled before taking down Savannah’s order, if she did. Viktor took a once over at the pretty girl. “You know it’s very dangerous talking to a stranger. Especially in the world today.” Under that dark mystery and allure was a gentle soul.
Leaning forward on the wooden table, his left hand would close to gently rest against the side of his left temple. Supporting his head while he read. The word ‘friend’ did peak Viktor’s attention. Oh thank God! Thank the lucky bastard. Viktor had just finished the next page when he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. He had assumed Savannah was leaving or going to the back of the store by the stacks of books. Unfortunately, it would not be so easy.
The excited remark of a greeting caused him to snap out of his reverie. Piercing-blue eyes locked with hazel hues. Now, he had a better look at the chipper red head. “Hello.” A thick Russian accent rolled off his lips as he politely greeted her. While he could be a social outcast he wouldn’t be rude or arrogant to her either. The threat of a frown attempted to wrinkle his handsome features when he froze the temptation. Late for what? With a question of concern given by the stranger Viktor was a little taken aback but as he glanced back he could see the male employee watching them. “Good and yourself?” Placing his book holder between the two pages before shutting the thick novel. He caught on and realized she was using him for a distraction. Not that he minded at all. It was rare for Viktor to have company unless it was his family or Lorelei Ashford, his sister’s best friend.
Leaning back into the confines of the wooden chair, Viktor crossed both arms across his slender chest. “It’s okay; I noticed he was bothering you.” He informed her matter-of-factly. A quick sweep of her wardrobe gave him a faint insight to her personality. She was upset, positive, and sweet from what he could tell. Noticing the book she had deposited on the table he moved to pick it up while she babbled slightly incoherent. “This is a good book. The illustrations are nice, too.” His voice gentle and hushed, not loud and obnoxious like the male she encountered. Sliding the book back to her, Viktor studied her closely. “Do you always make it a habit to talk to strangers?” A curious question, he wasn’t judging her. From where he was from he had been taught to be careful and cautious of strangers. But over the years Viktor learned how to defend himself as he matured through his powers.
Every now and then the male employee would glance in their direction. Viktor had noticed he seemed interested in Savannah but the feeling was not mutual. “This place has a lot to offer besides just stuffy books.” He motioned for her to stand up as he pushed his chair back. Tucking his novel under his arm as he ushered her to the large spiral stairs that led to the second level where talking was permitted. A small coffee bar was located to the right also serving tea and pastries. He found them a table inside the coffee bar. Setting his book down onto the small bar top. One of the staff coming over to take their order. “I’ll have the iced green chai.” The athletic blonde smiled before taking down Savannah’s order, if she did. Viktor took a once over at the pretty girl. “You know it’s very dangerous talking to a stranger. Especially in the world today.” Under that dark mystery and allure was a gentle soul.
Viktor Kroman- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Necromancy
Posts : 8
Re: Conspiracy Theories
Savannah Lively Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:05 pm
The relief was noticeable on Savannah's when Viktor caught on and played along with her. The smile on her face became a little more relaxed and she lost some of the earlier tension in general. Really, all it took for her to be comfortable around a person was a nice word--or, at the very least, a word that wasn't outright mean. She noticed that he had an accent, something that caught her interest (majoring in international affairs was entirely to blame for that). "I've been fantastic, thanks," she replied in a coolly cheerful way. It sounded a little odd since those tones didn't usually go together, but she'd used them enough to make them work. Locks of that fire-toned hair brushed against the table as she leaned forward onto it, eyes meeting his as he spoke.
"Oh... that obvious, was it?" The grin on her face looked like it should have been paired with a laugh, but no sound came. Her eyes moved to look at the book again when he took it; it was odd how she'd barely even noticed what she'd been holding onto so tightly for that long. "Is it? I didn't really get the chance to notice, honestly." She flipped it open when he gave it back to her. It did have nice illustrations; accurate, or so she imagined. It only stole her attention for a moment though. When Viktor questioned her, Savannah glanced up at him, looking mildly alarmed at first, but then amused. "Actually... yeah, I do." It probably would have been better for her to keep to herself a little more, but she couldn't help it; generally, she loved people.
Well, most people. She, too, noticed the employee still looking over at them. She shot Viktor a look that just screamed Is this guy serious? and was happy when it looked like they were going somewhere else. As she stood to walk along with him, she noticed that she didn't quite reach his height even in her heels--they weren't tall heels, granted, but still. Once they got upstairs, the sight of a little coffee bar reminded her that she was actually kind of hungry. "I'll have a raspberry iced tea and... oh! One of those." She pointed at a cinnamon roll displayed in the case. At Viktor's slight warning, Savannah raised a curious eyebrow and flashed a trademark half-smile. "You're right... so, let's not be strangers anymore." She stuck her hand out in his direction. She didn't really get handshakes, but they were polite, so she kept up with them. "I'm Savannah. Who might you be?"
Savannah Lively- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Divination
Posts : 11
Re: Conspiracy Theories
Viktor Kroman Mon Sep 27, 2010 8:21 pm
A smile threatened the necromancer’s lips but he restrained the urge. A slow cant of his head observed her curiously. “Yes, it was very obvious.” He affirmed while locking gazes with her. Even Viktor had been intrigued by the fiery red head that was amicable and sweet. It was a courtesy he was not used to. Not that it had been too foreign but he was taught to be suspicious of others, especially the nice ones. He didn’t sense anything malice about her though. She seemed to genuinely care about others or at least this was his first impression of her. An asset to being a covert observer. He tended to blend in with the shadows because he was so quiet. Most assumed Viktor was weird, socially retarded, or a psychopath. Too bad he was neither of the above. But when push came to shove he was his older sister, Adelina’s backbone when she needed him. He would do anything for her or his younger brother.
Dark-scorpion eyes peered down at the book as she seemed intrigued. “I take it you came here to kill time?” He was not too surprised but what intrigued him more was she picked an occult bookstore to visit out of the hundred’s in Seattle. “I don’t mean to offend you but you don’t seem like the type to….” He paused trying to think of the correct word to articulately describe his thoughts. “Browse this kind of bookstore.” When Viktor did engage in conversation he was courteous, observant, and attentive. Savannah was a beautiful girl but even Viktor knew not to judge a book by its cover. “What kind of books do you enjoy reading….or glancing at their illustrations?” A small jest on his part to help ease her tension just a little bit more. Viktor kept a watchful eye on the male clerk as he took a gander in their direction every now and then. Viktor’s gaze meeting his as their stare down began. While he did not convey any sign of emotion his eyes were intimidating enough. Many often looked away from the azure hues, as did the store clerk. Viktor would internally be satisfied he had seemed to succeed. The sound of Savannah’s confession peaked his curiosity even more. She was honest and even while he could be mysterious the necromancy appreciated it.
Catching Savannah’s look of desperation, Viktor sensed her discomfort. Which only provoked his need to relocate upstairs for their privacy? He had acclimated to relocating from Moscow, Russia to New York and back to Seattle, Washington. His family was powerful politically as well as having strict religious beliefs. Standing up to his full height Viktor would notice he seemed to easily dwarf the perky diviner. Men in his family were known to be very tall and lean. He carefully led Savannah upstairs to the coffee bar. Unlike other men his age he did not even attempt to hit on her. He seemed to generally enjoy talking to her without the awkwardness of romance. He had never been in love or felt the need to be in a relationship. Viktor was used to being single and he didn’t seem to mind one bit.
Once seated at the coffee bar Viktor took a mental note Savannah seemed to enjoy sweet desserts or sugar coated beverages. As Savannah extended her hand Viktor glanced down at her open palm. American’s could be so amusing sometimes. Still, he reached across the table to slide his cool, smooth hand into hers. Gently shaking her hand, “That’s a beautiful name. I am Viktor.” Little did Viktor realize the girl was a diviner. If he had known it would have drastically changed his mood. Necromancer’s and diviner’s were known to be rivals and for some just did not get along. These two seemed like the odd entity here.
Their waitress returned with their beverages and Savannah’s cinnamon roll. Viktor quietly pulled his drink forward to grab the green straw poking out from the beverage lid. A few thirty gulps given before he leaned back in his seat. Glancing around at the other patron’s in the coffee bar. Some were sitting alone reading, others played a game of chess, and two were giggling over their laptop. A small strand of hair fell in front of Viktor’s blue eyes as long, thick fingers would tuck it behind his ear. “I take it you live around here or are you visiting?” Still, he was polite enough to carry on the conversation. Watching the sweet girl from across the table they sat.
Dark-scorpion eyes peered down at the book as she seemed intrigued. “I take it you came here to kill time?” He was not too surprised but what intrigued him more was she picked an occult bookstore to visit out of the hundred’s in Seattle. “I don’t mean to offend you but you don’t seem like the type to….” He paused trying to think of the correct word to articulately describe his thoughts. “Browse this kind of bookstore.” When Viktor did engage in conversation he was courteous, observant, and attentive. Savannah was a beautiful girl but even Viktor knew not to judge a book by its cover. “What kind of books do you enjoy reading….or glancing at their illustrations?” A small jest on his part to help ease her tension just a little bit more. Viktor kept a watchful eye on the male clerk as he took a gander in their direction every now and then. Viktor’s gaze meeting his as their stare down began. While he did not convey any sign of emotion his eyes were intimidating enough. Many often looked away from the azure hues, as did the store clerk. Viktor would internally be satisfied he had seemed to succeed. The sound of Savannah’s confession peaked his curiosity even more. She was honest and even while he could be mysterious the necromancy appreciated it.
Catching Savannah’s look of desperation, Viktor sensed her discomfort. Which only provoked his need to relocate upstairs for their privacy? He had acclimated to relocating from Moscow, Russia to New York and back to Seattle, Washington. His family was powerful politically as well as having strict religious beliefs. Standing up to his full height Viktor would notice he seemed to easily dwarf the perky diviner. Men in his family were known to be very tall and lean. He carefully led Savannah upstairs to the coffee bar. Unlike other men his age he did not even attempt to hit on her. He seemed to generally enjoy talking to her without the awkwardness of romance. He had never been in love or felt the need to be in a relationship. Viktor was used to being single and he didn’t seem to mind one bit.
Once seated at the coffee bar Viktor took a mental note Savannah seemed to enjoy sweet desserts or sugar coated beverages. As Savannah extended her hand Viktor glanced down at her open palm. American’s could be so amusing sometimes. Still, he reached across the table to slide his cool, smooth hand into hers. Gently shaking her hand, “That’s a beautiful name. I am Viktor.” Little did Viktor realize the girl was a diviner. If he had known it would have drastically changed his mood. Necromancer’s and diviner’s were known to be rivals and for some just did not get along. These two seemed like the odd entity here.
Their waitress returned with their beverages and Savannah’s cinnamon roll. Viktor quietly pulled his drink forward to grab the green straw poking out from the beverage lid. A few thirty gulps given before he leaned back in his seat. Glancing around at the other patron’s in the coffee bar. Some were sitting alone reading, others played a game of chess, and two were giggling over their laptop. A small strand of hair fell in front of Viktor’s blue eyes as long, thick fingers would tuck it behind his ear. “I take it you live around here or are you visiting?” Still, he was polite enough to carry on the conversation. Watching the sweet girl from across the table they sat.
Viktor Kroman- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Necromancy
Posts : 8
Re: Conspiracy Theories
Savannah Lively Mon Sep 27, 2010 10:23 pm
The first of many things that Savannah noticed was that Viktor didn't smile very much--or at all, for that matter. That was something that struck her as just a little unsettling, but only for a second. She was the polar opposite though; her emotions were constantly playing across her face like a movie for the world to see. Her wondering about the stillness of his features showed only in the form of a small, curious smile on her face and a quirked eyebrow. Things like this, in her opinion, were the beauty of people. Just when she thought she could peg everyone as, for the most part, predictable enough, she stumbled upon someone who kept her on her toes a little. Besides, she had enough oddities of her own; those of others didn't really weird her out as much as they sparked her interest.
When he asked about her reasons of even being there, Savvy canted her head a little to one side. Something about Savannah that tended to either resonate very well with people or throw them off was her ability to listen without feeling the need to interject. She didn't immediately jump to defend herself (not that his comment called for such a thing, anyway), but instead waited until he was totally finished with his explanation of the question. "Ah, no offense taken," she said finally, glancing away from him for just a moment. "It's actually not a terrible assumption to make." She tended to look out of place in a lot of places. Her diviner-isms meant that she could never be totally oblivious to that, but it didn't stop her from trying! When her eyes met his again, they were bright with just the slightest glimmer of harmless mischief. "But then, I don't seem like the type of person to do a lot of things that I do." She added that lightly. "And as for books... well, the ones with the most colorful pictures, of course." The little grin that touched her features then was a little sarcastic, but not in an angry sort of way. She took a joke well enough. In a more serious tone though, she added, "I'm usually a sucker for fiction, so this place is a little..." Her sentence trailed off when she noticed the stare-down between Viktor and eccentric-store-clerk (what she was calling the man in her head). She couldn't blame the guy from looking away from a stare like that; she also couldn't deny that she was very, very grateful at the same time.
So far, her newest (well, only) pretend-friend was turning out to be very nice. He seemed genuinely polite, something that was hard to come by in many guys, she'd noticed. She took most things in her life on at her own pace and to her, rushing--in just about any sense--was one of the most dreadful things in the world to her and she did everything in her power to avoid it like the plague. Like Viktor, Savannah kept the conversation free of any implications. She'd had her interests before, of course, but she didn't see any reason to take it to that level within ten minutes of knowing this guy (though she couldn't deny that he was very good-looking).
"Lovely to meet you, Viktor." She tipped her head toward him in a little bit of a respectful kind of nod. She had the ability to be charming sometimes, in a strange sort of way, especially in her best moods (when wasn't she in those moods?). It took quite a lot for her to not like a person. Were Necromancers included in that? She couldn't say for sure since she'd never knowingly met one, but if her typical reactions were anything to go on, she wouldn't have cared too much. Well, voluntarily, anyway; there was no telling what her diviner nature would do on its own.
When their orders came, Savannah looked quite happy. "Thank you," said to the waitress. Before she took a sip of her tea, she tore off a piece of her cinnamon roll and popped it into her mouth. When she finished the bite, she glanced across at him. "Oh! If you want any of this, please take some... this is possibly the most monstrous pastry I've laid eyes on in a while." Perhaps a slight exaggeration, but the roll wasn't tiny. She moved onto her tea for a moment, hazel eyes on his while he spoke. "Actually, I just moved back here. Had a bit of an... emergency." At that point, she had to stop herself and take another sip of her tea to prevent over-sharing. "What about you?" she asked, casually shifting the conversation to him instead. Still, she was genuinely interested.
Savannah Lively- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Divination
Posts : 11
Re: Conspiracy Theories
Viktor Kroman Thu Sep 30, 2010 8:32 am
A curious brow would cock across his forehead at her implication. Just a small glimpse of emotion offered to the red head, curiosity. Blue eyes locked with the glimmer of hazel. It had peaked his curiosity immensely and it was easy to see. “I know the feeling.” Viktor had been improperly mislabeled, too. So he could completely understand that. Savannah’s playful jest would finally earn her a small smile from the necromancer. A grin washing across his full lips that he just could not restrain. It felt weird to smile but equally liberating, too. He had felt his facial muscles loosen as he relaxed them. Sometimes, it was a real pain in the ass keeping up the façade of being a frigid human being. His smile would fade as pearly white teeth glistened under the lighting.
Viktor’s head peered up as soon as she mentioned a love for fiction. “We share something in common it seems.” Thick Russian rolling off his tongue. While he could speak English just fine the accent of his native country did not go unnoticed. “Stephen King and Dean Koontz are two personal favorites of mine. ‘Watchers’ is a personal favorite for me.’ It seemed there was much more there beyond his surface than dense ice. If Savannah had noticed Viktor had a love affair with books. When he spoke of them his eyes would light up like a child’s on Christmas day.
He would return her polite nod as their order arrived. He quietly inspected her dessert. Viktor never really had sugary foods. His parent’s preferred good nutrition like fruits, vegetables, water, etc. His mouth did water at the sight of it. It looked simply divine as the white frosting layered the plump little bun. When Savannah offered Viktor wanted to accept badly. But his nagging conscious told him otherwise. “No thank you.” Tearing his eyes away from the delicious piece of food. Viktor could feel his stomach pang with hunger. It had been several hours since he last ate. His stomach growling in his belly.
“Kroman! Fancy seeing you here!” Grinned a tall, muscular male who looked in his early twenties. His short, spiked blonde hair and green eyes noticeable. “But then again….” Eric glanced around at the book store. “I’m not surprised. Your head is always in a book.” His friend slapped the necromancer roughly on the shoulder, causing Viktor to jerk from the heavy weight.
Viktor’s head peered up as soon as she mentioned a love for fiction. “We share something in common it seems.” Thick Russian rolling off his tongue. While he could speak English just fine the accent of his native country did not go unnoticed. “Stephen King and Dean Koontz are two personal favorites of mine. ‘Watchers’ is a personal favorite for me.’ It seemed there was much more there beyond his surface than dense ice. If Savannah had noticed Viktor had a love affair with books. When he spoke of them his eyes would light up like a child’s on Christmas day.
He would return her polite nod as their order arrived. He quietly inspected her dessert. Viktor never really had sugary foods. His parent’s preferred good nutrition like fruits, vegetables, water, etc. His mouth did water at the sight of it. It looked simply divine as the white frosting layered the plump little bun. When Savannah offered Viktor wanted to accept badly. But his nagging conscious told him otherwise. “No thank you.” Tearing his eyes away from the delicious piece of food. Viktor could feel his stomach pang with hunger. It had been several hours since he last ate. His stomach growling in his belly.
“Kroman! Fancy seeing you here!” Grinned a tall, muscular male who looked in his early twenties. His short, spiked blonde hair and green eyes noticeable. “But then again….” Eric glanced around at the book store. “I’m not surprised. Your head is always in a book.” His friend slapped the necromancer roughly on the shoulder, causing Viktor to jerk from the heavy weight.
Viktor Kroman- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Necromancy
Posts : 8
Re: Conspiracy Theories
Savannah Lively Sat Oct 02, 2010 11:58 pm
"It's not so horrible though, is it?" She paused to sip at her tea a little more. "When people misjudge you, it's just that much easier to surprise them." Shocking people in such a way just so happened to be one of Savannah's favorite pastimes. And speaking of shocks... "Oh, I spy a smile!" To most, that cheerful statement would have come off as a bit silly; however, since Savannah was certain that up until that moment, Viktor hadn't smiled once (while she, on the other hand, had been doing so like a Cheshire cat). For some reason, she considered this a small victory! Ah, the little things in life. "It's a nice one, too. Why don't you show it more?" It would take a very well-trained eye to catch the slightest bit of a wince on her face after she asked that question. She thought that it was well-meaning enough, but she could easily see how it could possibly be too personal for someone she barely knew. Still, she didn't revoke it right away, not before seeing if she'd get an answer.
Her features brightened a little more upon hearing that he was fellow fan of fiction. She leaned forward onto the table just a little bit as she listened to him, showing her interest in his words in that inadvertent, reflexive-body-language kind of way. She took notice of the brightness that came to his otherwise stoic features and, before she knew it, it brought a softer smile to her face. There was nothing quite like watching a person talk about something that was truly near and dear to his or her heart. It spoke volumes about that person's personality, which was always a treat. "Those are good ones," she agreed with a nod. "Can't say that I've read Watchers, but I'll add it to my list." A list that got longer and longer every day. "Stephen King's one of my favorites, too, and Chuck Palahniuk." Cue an odd little grin. "He's hilarious in a twisted sort of way." She could have rambled on about that for hours, without a doubt, but she didn't want to take over the conversation.
She could feel just the smallest bit of hesitation as he turned down the pastry. An amused little smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, but instead of saying something right away, she just nodded. "No problem! But if you change your mind, go for it." She allowed herself most things in moderation, although the future diabetic coma sitting on the table in front of her might have been pushing it a little bit. It didn't worry her too much though; few things got Savvy bothered too much.
What happened next was just a bunch of... weirdness. As she was taking another, longer sip from her tea, the name Kroman reached her ears. As soon as it did, her gaze immediately whipped up from the table to see who was calling that out and, more importantly, who he was addressing. It was a name that was instantly familiar to her; it belonged to another one of the gifted families (a cuter way to say Arcanists, in her opinion). She'd never really known any of them, of course, but she had several memories of her parents talking about them on different occasions. The way in which she remembered them talking about the Kroman family... well, it wasn't great. She hadn't let their opinions totally become hers, but still, she was a little on edge before she could stop herself. After a second or two though, she noticed the guy who'd called out the name.
Imagine her surprise when she saw who he was talking to.
Shock played across those pretty features for just a moment when the blonde turned out to be addressing none other than her new friend across the table. How had she been conversing with an Arcanist for so long without realizing it?! If her guard had been up she might have been able to figure it out, but the thought hadn't even crossed her mind. Quickly, she masked her alarm by averting her gaze to the table, suddenly, as if it had magically transformed into the most interesting thing in the world. It didn't take long for those horrible acting-on-the-spot skills to resurface, apparently.
What an awkward situation...
Awkward, indeed, and what was she supposed to do with it? She wasn't quite sure. She considered her options while Eric hung around for a few minutes. She tried to convince herself to be rational, to just calm down--one of the things she did best, actually. Even in a situation like this one, it wasn't too hard for her to mentally compose herself. Once the initial panic left over from her parents' words faded away, she caught herself wondering if she was... overreacting? After all, Viktor seemed perfectly nice so far, so why would his family change that? That made the most sense to her, but there was still a nagging sort of feeling in the back of her head that wouldn't leave her alone just yet; she did her very best to ignore it.
"He seemed nice," she said with a small half-smile after Eric had wandered off. In the span of a few seconds, at least a dozen ways of approaching the situation delicately flew through her mind... leave it to her to not use any of them. "Kroman?" Her voice was one part nervous and three parts curious. "Kroman as in..." Before she continued, she shifted to lean in closer across the table so she could finish in a whisper, "Necromancers?" That might have been too blunt and maybe it was moving their conversation to a place where it shouldn't have been, but she couldn't help herself. She was an inquisitive being. The small bit of nervousness in her voice, by some miracle, managed to stay off of her face. Her gaze locked onto his in a way that some might have considered bold, but really, she just wanted him to know that she was serious and listening.
Savannah Lively- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Divination
Posts : 11
Re: Conspiracy Theories
Viktor Kroman Tue Oct 05, 2010 10:44 pm
Deep-penetrating eyes would peer into Savannah’s lovely eyes. “Where I’m from people often mislabel me.” He immediately looked away to gaze at the stacks of books past Savannah. A way of separating his emotions from the straight-forward question she inquired. Necromancers were notorious for being dark, mysterious, and frigid. He had been taught at such a frail age that emotions were bad. Someone who grew up forcing his emotions into a black abyss. Still, he listened to her intently. She was so cheerful and amicable it was hard to resist even for such a dark soul like Viktor. She was the epitome of light and goodness. It even radiated in her smile.
A firm tug of his bottom lip was pulled roughly inside his mouth, purposely trying to silence the small smile. Denying it would be futile and even he knew this. His cold eyes gleamed at her compliment. Viktor had always been cautious of others especially other Arcanists like the Diviners. The Diviners were the real reason Necromancers used their powers against them. Back in the early 1940’s a nasty rivalry fueled between Lazarus, Head of the Necromancer kin, and Harmony, Head of the Diviner kin. It wasn’t uncommon for the two families to engage in war with each other. Eventually the other Arcane families had intervened, successfully creating a ceasefire with each other. Snapping out of his reverie, Viktor stared eerily at the perky red head. He debated whether to tell her the truth or lie to her. Subconsciously he couldn’t bring himself to lie to her. Instead he went with the truth. “I was taught expressing facial emotions are a sign of weakness.” Typically, Viktor never carried on a long conversation with anyone especially with his arch-nemesis a diviner. But neither Viktor nor Savannah knew who and what each other was.
With the conversation shifting to books Viktor would quietly sigh with relief. The attention had been turned away from him. Any and all questions could be offered on books rather than him. Something that made him starkly more comfortable. “It’s a wonderful book but it is more violent so if you’re skirmish than it may not be the book for you. It is very addicting though. Although, I liked the movie better.” Viktor caught her little grin and it seemed infectious. The desire to smile seemed great. Placing the palm of his hand across his mouth to rest while preventing another smile from happening. “I’ll have to add Chuck to my list then.” Viktor loved books and he was likely to read a new author if someone recommended one. Luckily for him Savannah had.
The lovely dessert practically begged to be eaten as Viktor stared at it. It was becoming more tempting by the second. What he wouldn’t give to have just a piece. His family had been uber strict with sweets, candy, and desserts. But maybe, just maybe a little piece couldn’t hurt. Thick, pale fingers finally reached across to tear a piece off. Slipping the warm, gooey bun into his mouth Viktor prevented himself from groaning at the wonderful taste. In seconds the sugary goodness tantalized his taste buds. It was like eating a little piece of heaven. Quietly he swallowed the chunk and he offered a small nod. “Thank you.” Polite yet sweet in his own tone. If anything he was grateful this girl hadn’t judged him or made any representations about him.
As soon as Eric greeted Viktor, the necromancer immediately grew tense. While he didn’t mind being called by his last name he didn’t like it being used publicly either. A glare narrowing behind his blue eyes. “Eric.” Cool voice greeted his friend as the other male grinned. Unfortunately, Eric was completely oblivious to Viktor’s displeasure of him. The guy just didn’t get it much like the obnoxious store clerk who harassed Savannah.
Finally, Eric departed leaving Viktor to relax once more. He reached across to grab another piece of the delicious treat Savvy ordered. He nearly choked though at the red head’s next few sentences. Necromancers? Grabbing blindly for his drink to quickly swallow down the dessert. In seconds, the necromancer was put on edge. Setting his plastic cup down as he looked at her closely. His gaze descending down her frame boldly to look her over. Not out of something sexual but because he was trying to recall if he recognized her. He didn’t answer her right away before he shifted his weight on the wooden chair.
“What do you know of necromancer’s?” A slow tilt of his head was almost snake-like. Leaning closer to the table. “Who are you?” His hushed whisper only falling over her. She had peaked his curiosity but more so his caution. She was either one of two things. One, a member of the Arcane family. Two, a member of the shadowkind. He was dubiously hoping she was the first one though. Viktor may have only been in his early twenties but his family taught him well. He of course wasn’t answering any more questions until he knew exactly who Savannah was. A part of him was mentally scolding himself for being too relaxed around her. He should have known better and he didn’t! Anger swelled behind his blue eyes as both fists clenched on top of his thighs. If only he had ignored her none of this would have happened.
A firm tug of his bottom lip was pulled roughly inside his mouth, purposely trying to silence the small smile. Denying it would be futile and even he knew this. His cold eyes gleamed at her compliment. Viktor had always been cautious of others especially other Arcanists like the Diviners. The Diviners were the real reason Necromancers used their powers against them. Back in the early 1940’s a nasty rivalry fueled between Lazarus, Head of the Necromancer kin, and Harmony, Head of the Diviner kin. It wasn’t uncommon for the two families to engage in war with each other. Eventually the other Arcane families had intervened, successfully creating a ceasefire with each other. Snapping out of his reverie, Viktor stared eerily at the perky red head. He debated whether to tell her the truth or lie to her. Subconsciously he couldn’t bring himself to lie to her. Instead he went with the truth. “I was taught expressing facial emotions are a sign of weakness.” Typically, Viktor never carried on a long conversation with anyone especially with his arch-nemesis a diviner. But neither Viktor nor Savannah knew who and what each other was.
With the conversation shifting to books Viktor would quietly sigh with relief. The attention had been turned away from him. Any and all questions could be offered on books rather than him. Something that made him starkly more comfortable. “It’s a wonderful book but it is more violent so if you’re skirmish than it may not be the book for you. It is very addicting though. Although, I liked the movie better.” Viktor caught her little grin and it seemed infectious. The desire to smile seemed great. Placing the palm of his hand across his mouth to rest while preventing another smile from happening. “I’ll have to add Chuck to my list then.” Viktor loved books and he was likely to read a new author if someone recommended one. Luckily for him Savannah had.
The lovely dessert practically begged to be eaten as Viktor stared at it. It was becoming more tempting by the second. What he wouldn’t give to have just a piece. His family had been uber strict with sweets, candy, and desserts. But maybe, just maybe a little piece couldn’t hurt. Thick, pale fingers finally reached across to tear a piece off. Slipping the warm, gooey bun into his mouth Viktor prevented himself from groaning at the wonderful taste. In seconds the sugary goodness tantalized his taste buds. It was like eating a little piece of heaven. Quietly he swallowed the chunk and he offered a small nod. “Thank you.” Polite yet sweet in his own tone. If anything he was grateful this girl hadn’t judged him or made any representations about him.
As soon as Eric greeted Viktor, the necromancer immediately grew tense. While he didn’t mind being called by his last name he didn’t like it being used publicly either. A glare narrowing behind his blue eyes. “Eric.” Cool voice greeted his friend as the other male grinned. Unfortunately, Eric was completely oblivious to Viktor’s displeasure of him. The guy just didn’t get it much like the obnoxious store clerk who harassed Savannah.
Finally, Eric departed leaving Viktor to relax once more. He reached across to grab another piece of the delicious treat Savvy ordered. He nearly choked though at the red head’s next few sentences. Necromancers? Grabbing blindly for his drink to quickly swallow down the dessert. In seconds, the necromancer was put on edge. Setting his plastic cup down as he looked at her closely. His gaze descending down her frame boldly to look her over. Not out of something sexual but because he was trying to recall if he recognized her. He didn’t answer her right away before he shifted his weight on the wooden chair.
“What do you know of necromancer’s?” A slow tilt of his head was almost snake-like. Leaning closer to the table. “Who are you?” His hushed whisper only falling over her. She had peaked his curiosity but more so his caution. She was either one of two things. One, a member of the Arcane family. Two, a member of the shadowkind. He was dubiously hoping she was the first one though. Viktor may have only been in his early twenties but his family taught him well. He of course wasn’t answering any more questions until he knew exactly who Savannah was. A part of him was mentally scolding himself for being too relaxed around her. He should have known better and he didn’t! Anger swelled behind his blue eyes as both fists clenched on top of his thighs. If only he had ignored her none of this would have happened.
Viktor Kroman- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Necromancy
Posts : 8
Re: Conspiracy Theories
Savannah Lively Sun Oct 10, 2010 12:09 am
Savannah noticed how Viktor shifted his gaze away from hers and really, it made her feel bad for asking in the first place. Persistent as she could be, she decided against pushing the question anymore. Instead, she just tilted her head a little to the side in an attempt to catch his eyes again. The smile on her face had changed a little to reflect that she was feeling apologetic. When she caught him fighting another smile though, she looked curious again. Luckily and very much to her surprise, there was an explanation. As soon as she heard it, the smile slowly faded from her face in exchange for a look of mild astonishment. It was hard for her to imagine a family teaching their child that showing any emotion was negative. "It's not," she said softly in a way that was almost a little sad. "Not that how you were raised is any of my business... but I promise a smile doesn't make you weak. Probably more the opposite, actually." She cut herself off there though; she'd probably intruded quite enough for one conversation.
She didn't mind the subject change very much either. "Violence isn't so bad to me when it's fictional," she said lightly with the hint of a laugh on her features, but again, the sound wasn't there to go along with it. She could read about and watch gory kinds of things like a champ, even if she seemed like the last person who would be able to. "I've got plenty of his books." By plenty, she probably meant all of them. "If you're careful, maybe I could let you... oh! Hang on." She reached for the purse she had with her and shuffled through it. A few moments later, she retrieved a slightly worn, but otherwise decent-looking book. She slid it across the table to him. "Fight Club, if you're interested." The thought that she might not even ever see Viktor again didn't cross her mind right away; probably, she just assumed that the book would find its way back to her somehow. She just liked sharing.
When he changed his mind and took a piece of the cinnamon roll, Savvy smiled and nodded. "I wouldn't have been able to say no for very long either," she admitted. She pulled off another piece after he did, making sure that there was plenty of icing on it. Cinnamon rolls were nothing without icing. "No problem." Again, always happy to share. Thank you for taking some so I don't have to eat it by myself." She probably could have stood to gain a little weight, but that was beside the point.
She kept silent through Viktor and Eric's 'conversation.' When the blonde walked off and her question had been so abruptly thrown out there, Savannah cringed a little at the response. She had to fight the urge to shrink back a little under his gaze, which seemed almost harsh by that point. She stayed where she was though, brave face on, staying true to her usual self and not saying a word until he was finished.
"Well, to answer your first question, not much," she mumbled very quietly. The second question was a little harder for her to answer. She just had this bad, sinking feeling that the moment she revealed herself, her newest pretend friend would become her newest real enemy. It seemed like a shame to her, really; what was more of a shame was that those thoughts came after the threatened, apprehensive ones. Still, she did her best to force those aside. She tried to convince herself that, rival family or not, he was still the same as before... it was easier said than done though. The nagging feeling in the back of her mind refused to go away. "You won't like it," she said. Her voice was almost toneless, definitely more devoid of emotion than it had been for the rest of the conversation. She didn't speak that way because she was afraid of showing feeling; she just didn't know which feeling to voice. She steeled herself as she looked up to meet his gaze, catching a glimpse of the anger there. She frowned, as well--not looking angry, really, but somewhat troubled instead. "Savannah Lively." She was confident that her name was all she had to say. Painted nails bit into the palms of her hands and scratched a little, a strange nervous habit she'd had since childhood. Nervous as she was feeling though, she didn't look away. Tempted as she was to think of something else to say, didn't. Her silent way of saying Your move, so to speak.
Savannah Lively- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Divination
Posts : 11
Re: Conspiracy Theories
Viktor Kroman Sun Oct 10, 2010 6:45 pm
Icy blue eyes stared at the perky red head. Smiling not a weakness? He averted her eyes as she would offer her own opinion. Viktor would never disrespect his family or their strict teachings on him. A slow shake of his head was offered. “You and I are two different people from two different worlds.” It was true; he was raised in the brutal cold, literally. Russia could be such a cold place and the people were about the same, at least his family was. While he could appreciate her honesty Viktor knew he and Savannah would never agree on this topic. So rather than cause controversy and most likely a fight he didn’t bother arguing with her. “You’re right, it’s not any of your business.” His tone coming across as cutting and terse. Realizing he may have offended her his eyes locked with hers. “I’m sorry; I did not mean to upset you. It’s just a sensitive subject to me.” He did not want to offend his friend who was nonjudgmental or rude to him. Savannah was different and he couldn’t deny that simple fact.
This girl was just full of surprises. Someone who enjoyed gory novels and horror movies? That was so rare among girls these days who were mostly concerned with a broken nail or the latest fashion. Viktor couldn’t help but continue to be intrigued by this fiery haired girl. She wasn’t just a pretty face. No, there were multiple layers to her. Usually Viktor kept to himself but for whatever the reason Savannah pulled him out of his protective shell. Dark eyes would widen as she dug through her purse. Try as he might he couldn’t conceal his curiosity. As the book was pushed across the table he scooped it up to read it. “Fight Club.” Peering over the rim of the book. “I thought the first rule of Fight Club was you never discuss it.” He of course was referencing the popular tag line of the movie. He never read the book though. Placing the book back down on top of the one he had been reading. “Thank you for the book.” Now, most guys would be asking for a telephone number right about now. But Viktor was crafty and he was sure as long as he had her last name he could find her address. Or a location on where to return this book. But if he lacked both he could always return to this book store until he found her.
As soon as both Arcanists began to eat the delicious cinnamon roll Viktor felt his own walls caving inward. No one ever shared with him unless it was his siblings. The gesture was appreciated and he couldn’t help but feel deeply touched. Viktor was a pretty simple fellow and it was the small gestures that made the greatest gestures in his eyes. If it wasn’t for his family he probably would share more about his mysterious life. But necromancers didn’t trust a whole lot of people and never did he. Savannah had caught him off guard though.
Heated blue eyes glared in Savannah’s direction. The frigid stare chilling and icy as he waited for her to explain once Eric left. Thick hands would curl tightly into balled fists. At least she didn’t know much of necromancer’s. But then again they were secretive and mysterious. One of their own assets. Leaning forward in his chair, Viktor’s heart frantically pounded into his chest at her confession. What wouldn’t he like? His body becoming clammy as the adrenaline pounding into his soul. The miniscule hairs on the back of his neck fell erect. His stomach clenching with a sickening sensation. Savannah’s stoic voice provided a small inkling of who she could be. But he secretly hoped it wasn’t true. No, it couldn’t be! This girl was too cool to be a Lively. A Diviner, the enemy of his families. He had a sickening suspicion she was a diviner though. The seconds clicked by like minutes as he subconsciously held his breath.
Finally, Viktor Kroman was rewarded with Savannah’s last name. But it wasn’t the name he wanted to hear. His chest slow to exhale the breath he had been holding. His jaw was tightly clenched as he stared hard into her beautiful eyes. The amicable red head seemed nervous around him. Why? Was she afraid he would attack her? Realizing he was probably the reason she was nervous Viktor’s broad shoulders fell with a heavy sigh. A slow shake of his head was given. “A diviner - my enemy.” He confirmed the obvious but his brilliant mind was filled with thoughts. Silence engulfed the two for about another minute.
Viktor’s facial expression softened as he reached back across for another chunk of the cinnamon roll. “You have been nothing but pleasant and friendly to me. Just because our families have been enemies does not mean we need to be. I never had a problem with your family. I was taught to hate your family because of a grudge that was provoked in the early 1940’s. Times have changed and I don’t see the need to begrudge you.” Leaning back in his chair, Viktor would pull out a black ball-point pen from his suit jacket. Sliding it across the table and the book she gave him. “I will need an address or a phone number so I can return this to you.” Slowly, his handsome face offered her a genuine smile to show his sincerity.
This was going to change everything between the necromancer’s and the diviner’s. But not everyone would like this new found truce especially Viktor’s family and maybe even Savannah’s. The truth was times had changed and with their parent’s gone the new generation of Arcanists needed each other more than ever.
This girl was just full of surprises. Someone who enjoyed gory novels and horror movies? That was so rare among girls these days who were mostly concerned with a broken nail or the latest fashion. Viktor couldn’t help but continue to be intrigued by this fiery haired girl. She wasn’t just a pretty face. No, there were multiple layers to her. Usually Viktor kept to himself but for whatever the reason Savannah pulled him out of his protective shell. Dark eyes would widen as she dug through her purse. Try as he might he couldn’t conceal his curiosity. As the book was pushed across the table he scooped it up to read it. “Fight Club.” Peering over the rim of the book. “I thought the first rule of Fight Club was you never discuss it.” He of course was referencing the popular tag line of the movie. He never read the book though. Placing the book back down on top of the one he had been reading. “Thank you for the book.” Now, most guys would be asking for a telephone number right about now. But Viktor was crafty and he was sure as long as he had her last name he could find her address. Or a location on where to return this book. But if he lacked both he could always return to this book store until he found her.
As soon as both Arcanists began to eat the delicious cinnamon roll Viktor felt his own walls caving inward. No one ever shared with him unless it was his siblings. The gesture was appreciated and he couldn’t help but feel deeply touched. Viktor was a pretty simple fellow and it was the small gestures that made the greatest gestures in his eyes. If it wasn’t for his family he probably would share more about his mysterious life. But necromancers didn’t trust a whole lot of people and never did he. Savannah had caught him off guard though.
Heated blue eyes glared in Savannah’s direction. The frigid stare chilling and icy as he waited for her to explain once Eric left. Thick hands would curl tightly into balled fists. At least she didn’t know much of necromancer’s. But then again they were secretive and mysterious. One of their own assets. Leaning forward in his chair, Viktor’s heart frantically pounded into his chest at her confession. What wouldn’t he like? His body becoming clammy as the adrenaline pounding into his soul. The miniscule hairs on the back of his neck fell erect. His stomach clenching with a sickening sensation. Savannah’s stoic voice provided a small inkling of who she could be. But he secretly hoped it wasn’t true. No, it couldn’t be! This girl was too cool to be a Lively. A Diviner, the enemy of his families. He had a sickening suspicion she was a diviner though. The seconds clicked by like minutes as he subconsciously held his breath.
Finally, Viktor Kroman was rewarded with Savannah’s last name. But it wasn’t the name he wanted to hear. His chest slow to exhale the breath he had been holding. His jaw was tightly clenched as he stared hard into her beautiful eyes. The amicable red head seemed nervous around him. Why? Was she afraid he would attack her? Realizing he was probably the reason she was nervous Viktor’s broad shoulders fell with a heavy sigh. A slow shake of his head was given. “A diviner - my enemy.” He confirmed the obvious but his brilliant mind was filled with thoughts. Silence engulfed the two for about another minute.
Viktor’s facial expression softened as he reached back across for another chunk of the cinnamon roll. “You have been nothing but pleasant and friendly to me. Just because our families have been enemies does not mean we need to be. I never had a problem with your family. I was taught to hate your family because of a grudge that was provoked in the early 1940’s. Times have changed and I don’t see the need to begrudge you.” Leaning back in his chair, Viktor would pull out a black ball-point pen from his suit jacket. Sliding it across the table and the book she gave him. “I will need an address or a phone number so I can return this to you.” Slowly, his handsome face offered her a genuine smile to show his sincerity.
This was going to change everything between the necromancer’s and the diviner’s. But not everyone would like this new found truce especially Viktor’s family and maybe even Savannah’s. The truth was times had changed and with their parent’s gone the new generation of Arcanists needed each other more than ever.
Viktor Kroman- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Necromancy
Posts : 8
Re: Conspiracy Theories
Savannah Lively Wed Oct 13, 2010 12:49 am
It was mostly out of instinct that she grimaced a little at the suddenly sharp tone he used, but she quickly covered it up. She was able to admit to herself that she'd sort of had it coming for saying that in the first place. Upon hearing his apology, she actually looked mildly alarmed for a moment. "You are...? No no, I'm sorry. That was a little, ah... intrusive of me. I didn't mean..." She was silent for a few seconds before she just said, "Well, no hard feelings either way. Deal?" Easy-going expression was back on her face like it hadn't even gone away in the first place. She didn't see any point in arguing, either; arguing actually quite high on her list of things she quite disliked. The stress felt by everyone involved just wasn't worth it.
She gently set her purse back down on the ground while Viktor picked up the book. She nodded when he read the title aloud, but when the ever-popular tagline came next, Savannah's expression was a mixture of surprise and unabashed amusement. "That's true! It's the second rule, too. We just won't tell anyone about it." She shrugged a little and said in a near-whisper, "Some rules were made to be broken, after all." She really did believe that to an extent. She wasn't one of those people who rebelled just for thrills and giggles, but she didn't have a problem with challenging things that she felt needed to be challenged--in the appropriate time and place, of course. That delicate timing was something that she was still getting the hang of. "Oh, no problem. I've reread it enough, so it's time for me to share it a little. I assume you'll treat it well, yeah?" She cast a suspicious side-glance at him then. It was obviously very far away from serious because she wasn't really too worried at all. No, the worry was abundant in other places.
Never in her life had she felt so apprehensive about just giving someone her full name. It wasn't really the idea of an attack that had her feeling so on edge (though that would have been pretty awful); really, what had her nervous was the idea of losing a friend, someone that she actually rather liked. Sure, she hadn't known Viktor for too long, but he was interesting and nice and it was so hard to find that in strangers. Their conversation had been easy, not awkward and forced like many others turned out to be. The idea of losing all of that simply because of the family she belonged to... needless to say, it was a little upsetting. Despite what she was feeling though, she didn't move her gaze away from his. She seemed to be searching, almost, trying to get an idea of what he would say before he said anything--it took some willpower to not just reach across to him and use a spell to read his mind, but that was flat out wrong.
When Viktor finally did speak--stating her as his enemy--Savannah finally did drop her gaze. She wasn't sure what was running through her eyes then; she took a cue from him and opted to hide it rather than broadcast it in case it was bad. "I suppose I am," she mumbled before that grave, heavy silence hung over them. It seemed so sudden in contrast to their earlier conversation. It made her uncomfortable and she fidgeted a little bit, nails digging deeper into her palms. What was she supposed to do now? Was leaving the appropriate thing to do in this case, or was she supposed to wait for him to leave instead? Neither of those sounded great. On the bright side, they didn't really seem ready or willing to have some kind of confrontation, which was something she was subconsciously thankful for. Still, since she wasn't sure what to do, so remained where she was.
It took a moment for his words to register in her mind when he spoke again. They weren't the words she was expecting to hear (which wasn't a hard feat to pull off since she wasn't really sure what he would tell her). When she got around to processing them a few moments after he'd said them though, she looked up at him again slowly. Her face was remarkably blank, the way it often was when she retreated into her own head to mull things over. Vibrant eyes narrowed a little first and she tilted her head almost skeptically, even though a smile was already pulling at the corners of her lips. The silence after his words only lasted for a couple of moments before she said, "It's... so great to hear you say that." The relief was obvious in her voice and it didn't take long for that lightness to return to her overall demeanor. Had she known him for longer than less than a day, she probably would have jumped up and hugged him, but even she was aware that it would have been a little too much. "Because I don't have anything against your family either. I don't have anything to hold against you." Her parents certainly wanted her to, but that was another story.
When the pen was offered along with her book, she quirked one eyebrow as she picked it up. "Oh! This is true. Somehow I almost forgot." In fact, amid the tension from a few minutes ago, she'd nearly forgotten that she'd lent him the book in the first place. She caught his smile and automatically returned it with one of her own. She flipped the book open to a blank flyleaf and jotted down her name and phone number. She didn't mind writing on that part of the book very much, it seemed; in fact, the curvy script on the page added some character to it. Now no one would ever mix up their copy of Fight Club with hers. She closed the book and handed it, along with the pen, back to Viktor. "Definitely let me know how you like it. Oh, and if you haven't seen the movie already, it's worth a watch, too... but only after you finish the book!" She gave him a look to imply that she was serious! However, that look lasted for about a second because Savvy had a hard time being serious in otherwise non-serious situations.
Her eyes drifted to one of the clocks on the wall and widened a little when she saw the time. "Ah, shoot... I'm really, really sorry to be so abrupt, but I've got to run. I'm supposed to be meeting a friend pretty soon." Pretty soon being five minutes ago. Despite her generally unhurried nature, it was rare when Savvy was late for things, so it was possible that she might have some explaining to do. She shouldered her bag and rose from the table, taking what remained of her iced tea. She left the rest of the pastry for him, in case he wanted it. "It was fantastic to meet you though. I'm sure I'll see you again some other time." Slender fingers waggled to wave goodbye as she took a few precarious steps backward. "Until then!" And with that, she turned to head toward the store's exit. The signature bounce in her step seemed just a hint bouncier. Meeting new people always seemed to make her day--even when the person in question happened to be someone she wasn't supposed to like. Luckily, that part of the situation had all but vanished from her thoughts. She had a good feeling about this.
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Savannah Lively- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Divination
Posts : 11
Re: Conspiracy Theories
Viktor Kroman Fri Oct 15, 2010 8:48 pm
Like a hawk perched in a tree, Viktor sat in his stool weighing Savannah’s words, observations, and facial expressions. While their chemistry was harmonious their families were not. It slightly unsettled the necromancer that he was disobeying his family. He was sure his older sister, Adelina, would scold him for his rebellious nature. Typically, he always supported his family through thick and thin. But his friendship with a Lively made things that much more complicated. Still, Viktor believed things could be different between the Kroman’s and the Lively’s or so he hoped. No one ever dared to disobey Adelina until Viktor.
While he wouldn’t verbally confess it, the necromancer liked the perky red head. She was everything he wasn’t capable of - cheerful, upbeat, and positive. Necromancers were known to be dark, deadly, and secretive. It was easy to see why with their ability to harness dark arcane magic. They could resurrect the dead if they so desired. Savannah and Viktor couldn’t be more different. Two stark contrasts really.
Dark blue eyes watched as she had taken his pen to scribble her name and telephone number. Her penmanship was just as beautiful as her. It seemed to add something special to the novel she lent him. Slowly, pale fingers gingerly took the pen she had returned and the book. “Thank you.” He looked down at his own book he had originally been reading when they had first interacted. Flipping open the book he would scribble his name and cell number on the upper right hand corner. Placing the pen back inside his suit jacket. Viktor would slide the book over to Savannah. “Seems I won’t be the only one reading.” His way of sharing with her one of his own passions.
“I did not mean to startle you before.” A frigid hand would encompass hers gently. There was uncanny warmth radiating from his eyes. “I’m sorry.” In the blink of an eye his hand had fallen back down on his lap, fingers interlacing.
Through his observations of her Viktor could tell Savannah needed to go. “You need to go.” He advised matter-of-factly. The thick Russian slipping off his tongue. “I would walk you out but I can tell you’re in a hurry.” Standing up to his full height, Viktor would nod his head in her direction as a polite way of saying good-bye. “No need to apologize, Savannah.” He was serious as he stepped down away from the table. Placing the rest of the dessert she didn’t want to nibble on later. He would most likely visit one of the parks’ to read the book she had given him. He was anxious to read it. “I’m sure we will meet again.” Tucking her book under his slender arm he discarded his chai tea.
Viktor would watch as his new found friend departed the book store. He too descended down the stairs. Casting one last look at the obnoxious employee who was busy assisting another student. Viktor couldn’t help but feel gratitude for the guy; after all he was the one who brought Savannah over to him. Long, lean legs carried the broody necromancer outside.
He stopped outside as a bus pulled up just in time. A crowd of people loading the bus as he ascended up before locating a vacant seat near the back. Sitting down to peer out the window. The bus would take him to Volunteer Park, his personal favorite sanctuary in Capital Hill. The park was infamous for the old Water Tower having 180 steps. But the tower had a great 360 view of Seattle. Opening Fight Club Viktor’s dark eyes were down cast to Savannah’s number. Thick fingers lightly caressing where her number had been written. This was a brand new day and for once he felt as though there was light in his future, hope for the best in such a dreary present.
While he wouldn’t verbally confess it, the necromancer liked the perky red head. She was everything he wasn’t capable of - cheerful, upbeat, and positive. Necromancers were known to be dark, deadly, and secretive. It was easy to see why with their ability to harness dark arcane magic. They could resurrect the dead if they so desired. Savannah and Viktor couldn’t be more different. Two stark contrasts really.
Dark blue eyes watched as she had taken his pen to scribble her name and telephone number. Her penmanship was just as beautiful as her. It seemed to add something special to the novel she lent him. Slowly, pale fingers gingerly took the pen she had returned and the book. “Thank you.” He looked down at his own book he had originally been reading when they had first interacted. Flipping open the book he would scribble his name and cell number on the upper right hand corner. Placing the pen back inside his suit jacket. Viktor would slide the book over to Savannah. “Seems I won’t be the only one reading.” His way of sharing with her one of his own passions.
“I did not mean to startle you before.” A frigid hand would encompass hers gently. There was uncanny warmth radiating from his eyes. “I’m sorry.” In the blink of an eye his hand had fallen back down on his lap, fingers interlacing.
Through his observations of her Viktor could tell Savannah needed to go. “You need to go.” He advised matter-of-factly. The thick Russian slipping off his tongue. “I would walk you out but I can tell you’re in a hurry.” Standing up to his full height, Viktor would nod his head in her direction as a polite way of saying good-bye. “No need to apologize, Savannah.” He was serious as he stepped down away from the table. Placing the rest of the dessert she didn’t want to nibble on later. He would most likely visit one of the parks’ to read the book she had given him. He was anxious to read it. “I’m sure we will meet again.” Tucking her book under his slender arm he discarded his chai tea.
Viktor would watch as his new found friend departed the book store. He too descended down the stairs. Casting one last look at the obnoxious employee who was busy assisting another student. Viktor couldn’t help but feel gratitude for the guy; after all he was the one who brought Savannah over to him. Long, lean legs carried the broody necromancer outside.
He stopped outside as a bus pulled up just in time. A crowd of people loading the bus as he ascended up before locating a vacant seat near the back. Sitting down to peer out the window. The bus would take him to Volunteer Park, his personal favorite sanctuary in Capital Hill. The park was infamous for the old Water Tower having 180 steps. But the tower had a great 360 view of Seattle. Opening Fight Club Viktor’s dark eyes were down cast to Savannah’s number. Thick fingers lightly caressing where her number had been written. This was a brand new day and for once he felt as though there was light in his future, hope for the best in such a dreary present.
Viktor Kroman- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Necromancy
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