[TheNoir] Lost Part One by Vanir E. Wagner
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- Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2005 07:54:11 EST
If there was anything Vanir hated, it was being lost, specifically being lost
inside a building and especially in one he wasn't familiar with. There was
always the fear of teleporting into something solid. That was definitely
something he didn't want to contemplate.
He lay flat on his stomach on one of the broad rafters, looking down into the
vacant room. It looked like a library of some sort. The shelves were
stuffed with actual books but, he told himself, God only knows how they really
use
this room. Finally, he peered over the edge of the rafter to judge the length
of the drop. Twenty feet. Eh, that's nothing. He swung himself upright then
dropped to the floor in a perfect somersault.
He looked himself over once he straightened up. Allowing himself just a
moment of humor, despite the situation, he chuckled at the names certain of his
ship mates called him. They call me 'Father Mechanic' or call me 'monk' but I
never had the calling. I enjoy the company of pretty ladies too much...even if
I am afraid of them. Thank you, God, for sending me Ethera. I don't think
I'll ever get home or have family otherwise.
The thought of the strange little girl with the bright red hair and aquam
arine eyes was in his head as he slowly made his way across the room. It made
sense for him to try to make it to the weapons room. He needed to meet up with
Cervin and John so that they could complete the mission. He stepped out into
the corridor carefully, keeping his eyes downward. The cowl of the robe he
wore hid the image his inducer projected but he couldn't be too careful.
Something wasn't right in the monastery. He didn't know if the Order wouldn't
recognize a stranger amongst the monks but he was sure the monks would.
Wandering about got him nothing but frustrated. He was still lost and he
still had no way of contacting Cervin or John. He also was beginning to think
that he was hallucinating. The walls and decorations were beginning to look
exactly like the ones back home in the other monastery. And, he thought, I am
being followed. He'd passed the same two members of the Order twice in his
somewhat random wanderings. He leaned his head against the tapestry, hoping
that
its familiarity would give him some help, and noticed, out of the corner of
his eye, that the same two members of the Order were heading straight toward
him.
"You!" the larger of the two growled. "Monk, identify yourself to us!"
Vanir eyed the deadly looking weapons the two carried. He didn't care to
find out if the energy based ones were active or not but he knew for sure that
the bladed ones never had power failures.
"Ah, no thank you. That will be quite alright," he said quickly.
He ran at the duo but the blow they expected never came. Instead, he leapt
over their heads and ran.
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