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1899 - The Hidden Hands of the Aether
Cole10000:
Thaddeus, looking around and still not seeing Mr. Day present, feels a tad flustered with things already beginning to go off track. He takes a moment to reflect on the situation, which to many a casual observer would look fairly odd as that entails Thaddeus having a very focused stare at a nearby table as he stands near the door. Upon having a closer inspection of this young man many would see that he is wearing a fairly formal suit but has forgone any headgear evidently preferring to keep his hair cut short and simple, and in both hands he holds a pair of heavy looking travel cases which due to his thin frame appear to be fairly uncomfortable for him to carry.
All of this however, is secondary to the young man as Thaddeus is weighing his options of sitting at a table and ordering food, or if he should wait to be seated.
LuckyDee:
After you've stood there making up your mind for what anyone else might deem an inappropriate amount of time, you spot a young girl coming towards you from across the common room. Based on her dress and the cloth she's carrying around, you'd guess she works here. She's wearing a smile you've hardly ever seen before, as if she's expecting your praise while at the same time showing she has no actual respect for you. Odd.
At that point, the door behind you opens again, and before the man coming through bumps into you, saying " 'ere now, lad, step aside," in a sort of amused voice, you can smell him - and you wish you couldn't. Simultaneously, you see the girl's face contort into a parody of its previous expression, which curiously enough pleases you more than the fake smile did. She does a swift pivot and heads for the bar, double time.
Cole10000:
Thaddeus, thoroughly surprised, although quickly reflecting in hindsight the doorway was not the best location to think for such an amount of time, stumbles forward from being bumped into. His two heavy luggage cases throwing him off balance and before he manages to right himself he nearly bumps into a surprisingly blurry table. This small revelation lead Thaddeus to realize that when the man bumped him from behind it caused his glasses to fall off. Taking a moment to set down one of his luggage cases he takes hold of the glasses from where they currently hang around his neck, saved from being cast onto the floor by a surprisingly useful string. After doing so he was about to make his way over to the bar to inquire as to why the young woman was approaching him before remembering his manners, as it would be unbecoming of a young man to not apologize when he was clearly making a nuisance of himself by blocking the doorway. Taking a moment to clear his throat he walks over to the, admittedly ripe smelling, man and says, "I am very sorry sir, I shouldn't have been standing in the doorway like that, very foolish of me. Have a good day." He finishes with a somewhat curt nod as he goes to make his way over to the bar, intending to sit on one of the stools. His mind already off on a new tangent of wondering why one would have stools when chairs would be just as viable and more comfortable. It would certainly be helpful to have some back support when your motor skills have been impaired by alcohol although...
His train of thought continues on its path from there.
Nightfalcon:
Malachi paused outside of the Lock and feather, taking in the Inn and it's surrounding territory. He made his habitual assessment of the lay of the land, where would a runnier go. What obstetrical presented themselves. Ivensten's little projects were usually a bit of tea and crumpets but occasionally the dove into trouble head first. Truth be told this might prove a nice distraction, something to get his mind off Lord Danby's ties with the cities underworld. A warehouse worth of ill gotten goods and and the prosecutor had declined to prosecute. Bloody hell, justice was truly blind.
Fuck the Bailey, give Malachi ten minutes and he could set the scales back to level. Give him ten minutes and Malachi probably would have done so.
Best he was here, head down and out of sight. Best for everyone they said. Take some time and relax, enjoy his victory.
Bloody hell!
He had already memorized the photo of Thaddeus Grey that sat in the pocket of his great coat. A keen intellect Ivensten had said. That remained to be seen.
He opened the door to the Inn and stepped in. Closing the door behind him he moved a step or two inside as he surveyed the room. He let his blue grey eyes pause for a breif moment as he took in the patrons. Finding the student was the least of his concerns. It was more important to take in everyone else.
Near the door his eyes landed on the boy who looked as out of place as a pig at the palace. he resisted the urge to smirk, no reason for it. Not yet.
He scanned the rest of the common room before doffing his bowler which he moved into the same that held the black brier walking stick and made his approach.
"Thaddeus Grey," he announced. "I'm Malachi day. What say we grab yon table and have a talk?"
Assuming the boy's compliance he made his way over to the table and grabbed the chair that gave him the best view of the room.
Cole10000:
Moderately surprised by someone calling out his name, he quickly turns himself to face the speaker and finds himself looking at a man that looks quite a bit like MR. Day that his Mentor had mentioned. Taking just a moment to quickly take the photo out of one of his surprisingly plentiful pockets he double checks that this is indeed the man, once satisfied with that he nods and says, "Yes, that would be quite fine I suppose. I have to admit I'm somewhat glad you've arrived early as well, I am... unfamiliar with many of the colorful kinds of characters I've met on my way and within this fine establishment. Although that has in fact been the point of my trip."
An oddity that many come to recognize about Thaddeus is that, in most cases, he is supremely quiet and contemplative. However, once he's talking about one of his projects he fully shares the thoughts swirling around in his head, which at times can seem fairly unusual. Taking a seat he continues, "First of all, I would like to ask, my Mentor shared very few details on your role in this small venture. Are you here to provide a second, more experienced, opinion? Are you here to aid me along with some of the things that I am sure are quite normal but to me seem fairly odd, or is it simply so that I do not end up in a gutter somewhere? I apologize if I'm being very blunt about this, but I tend to be more than a bit encourage-able when a task I am a bit uncomfortable with is in front of me."
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