anderswo
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First meeting
22th Feburary , 05:00 AM, "Rosemary Passage" in London, England
22th Feburary , 05:00 AM, "Rosemary Passage" in London, England
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Fantasy The Triangle
anderswo
somewhere else
Vincent Joubert
The weather outside was cold and moist at the same time. Dew was glistening upon the roofs of rustic old townhouses that surround an alley which is also known by the name of Rosemary Passage. It is a small alley, mostly populated by odd taverns that are called names like "Simple Dragons Pub", "The Drunk Trespasser" and "French Spider". It was too early in the morning so most of these taverns were still closed. The city was still sleeping. A young man passed these quirky buildings. His body, slim and lanky, was muffled by a flowing black coat that showed strange silvery ornaments upon its surface. His feet were covered by light black boots that tightly fit his skinny legs. The collar of his coat was put up and covered the bottom of his face. He looked determined and serious which was also shown in his long and fast-paced steps. When confronted with a small road intersection, his steps became even faster, and his eyes peered around the corners of the corner houses. If studied closely, his eyes showed a spark of worry. Yet, it faded away as fast as it had appeared.
Vincent breathed out cold air which formed small clouds in front of his berry lips. He hated early winter mornings which made it even more surprising that he, Vincent Joubert, a born morning grouch, could be seen outside at such time of the day. He hadn't told anybody about this secret mission, and it was probably better this way. His left hand went towards his neck where he would normally wear a golden necklace with a small onyx as a talisman. He hand convulsed as soon as his fingers only touched the naked skin were he would normally feel the sleek onyx. Usually, his skin around the area would feel cold, but it had changed over the hours after the onyx' had disappeared. It was a lot warmer now, and it felt like small weak flames were forming within his body. "This is not good," he whispered and continued walking hurriedly. He could already see the small lane that was branching off the Rosemary Passage. It was a narrow and dark lane only occupied by dustbins from neighboring houses, a perfect meeting spot for secret gatherings.
The weather outside was cold and moist at the same time. Dew was glistening upon the roofs of rustic old townhouses that surround an alley which is also known by the name of Rosemary Passage. It is a small alley, mostly populated by odd taverns that are called names like "Simple Dragons Pub", "The Drunk Trespasser" and "French Spider". It was too early in the morning so most of these taverns were still closed. The city was still sleeping. A young man passed these quirky buildings. His body, slim and lanky, was muffled by a flowing black coat that showed strange silvery ornaments upon its surface. His feet were covered by light black boots that tightly fit his skinny legs. The collar of his coat was put up and covered the bottom of his face. He looked determined and serious which was also shown in his long and fast-paced steps. When confronted with a small road intersection, his steps became even faster, and his eyes peered around the corners of the corner houses. If studied closely, his eyes showed a spark of worry. Yet, it faded away as fast as it had appeared.
Vincent breathed out cold air which formed small clouds in front of his berry lips. He hated early winter mornings which made it even more surprising that he, Vincent Joubert, a born morning grouch, could be seen outside at such time of the day. He hadn't told anybody about this secret mission, and it was probably better this way. His left hand went towards his neck where he would normally wear a golden necklace with a small onyx as a talisman. He hand convulsed as soon as his fingers only touched the naked skin were he would normally feel the sleek onyx. Usually, his skin around the area would feel cold, but it had changed over the hours after the onyx' had disappeared. It was a lot warmer now, and it felt like small weak flames were forming within his body. "This is not good," he whispered and continued walking hurriedly. He could already see the small lane that was branching off the Rosemary Passage. It was a narrow and dark lane only occupied by dustbins from neighboring houses, a perfect meeting spot for secret gatherings.
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