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xhesikaApparently I've been using words that microsoft doesn't recognize as being english. Worse, apparently they're swear words that I've been using properly without realizing it.
I chose a really, really crappy era to set part one in, 1863 was right before anything big happened in the world. Alice in Wonderland was after (can't make any cracks on mirrors), the first department store would have just opened up in Britian (but Kamen wouldn't have gone), and full out plumming was after (this does make it rather humorous to explain running water to Kamen).
The woman turned her head to look up at the man next to her, still watching the hall from whence he came, “Would you call that exhaustion?”
A small smile started to form on Van Dean’s face as he glanced sideways at Pandomé before he pushed it from his mouth, “I suppose you could mistake it for that.” He clasped his hands behind him, “Flustered, nervous, even clumsy.”
She furrowed her brow and looked up at him from the side, “Sir?”
Van Dean drew a breath before turning to Pandomé, bending at the waist, and kissing her cheek. “It’s something like this.”
The heat on her face collected in puddles, resting below her eyes on the bones. At first she was certain that he was teasing her, but his swift gait down the hall was not one characteristic of a cheerful disposition.
There seem to be a number of tricks that Van Dean's thumbprints are pretty engraved in, the first is of course the entire ordeal of eating hearts, which is a symbol of envy. Its a slightly different way of looking at his rivalry with Kamen, but it still works out perfectly with the story.
The second is the mural trick. Best way to lock someone in a room is to take away the doors, but it ends up being a little more sinister than just that,the doors are still present, however they're merely pictures on the wall. The victim ends up loosing all energy trying to get them to work as doors. Later on in the book he uses this trick when he is present in the room, more like a tactic to keep people from running away.
Kamen did not sway in his net, Celeste had enough of a hold onto him to keep him quite still as she nursed the crack in his skull and pushed air into his lungs, “He is not mine. He is made of soil and clay as I once was. He is not one of my flowers.”
Artemis fell to her knees at the sight, “Is he dead?”
Celeste shook her head, “You could have given him a pearl.”
“He came looking for me of his own free will.”
Celeste set Kamen onto his side on the ground; and Artemis immediately pushed him onto his back. In frenzy she pulled off his cravat, and began to work at the buttons of his shirt before his hands stopped her. She set her head down on his chest, trying not to interfere with his labored breathing, but not wanting him to see the tears she could not contain, “Why did you come? I was on my way.”
“I was worried.” He attempted to laugh, “You’re a mess.”
She smiled at him, “You’re one to talk.”
He sat up slowly, afraid to look at the being behind him and glanced at Artemis, “What is that tree?”
It wasn't meant when the bit was written, but it is interesting food for thought, Celeste and the ancients could have been human originally. Who is to say that the gods that she chased out weren't our gods? Technically she herself isn't a god, but is hailed as one due to creating the buenans. I get awful images of Kamen held up in the tree by Celeste, almost like the manga pictures of Hotaru being held up by Professor Tomoe's machines.
I chose a really, really crappy era to set part one in, 1863 was right before anything big happened in the world. Alice in Wonderland was after (can't make any cracks on mirrors), the first department store would have just opened up in Britian (but Kamen wouldn't have gone), and full out plumming was after (this does make it rather humorous to explain running water to Kamen).
The woman turned her head to look up at the man next to her, still watching the hall from whence he came, “Would you call that exhaustion?”
A small smile started to form on Van Dean’s face as he glanced sideways at Pandomé before he pushed it from his mouth, “I suppose you could mistake it for that.” He clasped his hands behind him, “Flustered, nervous, even clumsy.”
She furrowed her brow and looked up at him from the side, “Sir?”
Van Dean drew a breath before turning to Pandomé, bending at the waist, and kissing her cheek. “It’s something like this.”
The heat on her face collected in puddles, resting below her eyes on the bones. At first she was certain that he was teasing her, but his swift gait down the hall was not one characteristic of a cheerful disposition.
There seem to be a number of tricks that Van Dean's thumbprints are pretty engraved in, the first is of course the entire ordeal of eating hearts, which is a symbol of envy. Its a slightly different way of looking at his rivalry with Kamen, but it still works out perfectly with the story.
The second is the mural trick. Best way to lock someone in a room is to take away the doors, but it ends up being a little more sinister than just that,the doors are still present, however they're merely pictures on the wall. The victim ends up loosing all energy trying to get them to work as doors. Later on in the book he uses this trick when he is present in the room, more like a tactic to keep people from running away.
Kamen did not sway in his net, Celeste had enough of a hold onto him to keep him quite still as she nursed the crack in his skull and pushed air into his lungs, “He is not mine. He is made of soil and clay as I once was. He is not one of my flowers.”
Artemis fell to her knees at the sight, “Is he dead?”
Celeste shook her head, “You could have given him a pearl.”
“He came looking for me of his own free will.”
Celeste set Kamen onto his side on the ground; and Artemis immediately pushed him onto his back. In frenzy she pulled off his cravat, and began to work at the buttons of his shirt before his hands stopped her. She set her head down on his chest, trying not to interfere with his labored breathing, but not wanting him to see the tears she could not contain, “Why did you come? I was on my way.”
“I was worried.” He attempted to laugh, “You’re a mess.”
She smiled at him, “You’re one to talk.”
He sat up slowly, afraid to look at the being behind him and glanced at Artemis, “What is that tree?”
It wasn't meant when the bit was written, but it is interesting food for thought, Celeste and the ancients could have been human originally. Who is to say that the gods that she chased out weren't our gods? Technically she herself isn't a god, but is hailed as one due to creating the buenans. I get awful images of Kamen held up in the tree by Celeste, almost like the manga pictures of Hotaru being held up by Professor Tomoe's machines.