Walter C. Dornez (
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sirenspull2012-05-04 11:49 pm
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10th Sortie [Audio]
[There is over the line the faint whisper of fingers smoothing across the pages of a bound tome. In waiting for the ammunition in the moulds to set and cool, he had taken to reading over old and familiar writings-- and in his present solitude, had elected to share his reading with any who might be listening over the network.]
When I told her that I must go at once, and that I was engaged on important business, she asked again: Do you know what day it is? I answered that it was the fourth of May. She shook her head as she said again. Oh, yes! I know that, I know that! But do you know what day it is?
On my saying that I did not understand, she went on. It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that to-night, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil in the world will have full sway? Do you know where you are going, and what you are going to?
[The soft thud of a closing book is barely audible over the transmission. To the observant listener, it would be obvious as to why he selected this particular text at this particular hour; tonight was the fourth of May, and it was closing in on midnight.
Walter Dornez had a peculiarly twisted sense of humour.]
It's been a while since I've read from that. I wonder, are there any superstitions about certain days where any of you come from?
When I told her that I must go at once, and that I was engaged on important business, she asked again: Do you know what day it is? I answered that it was the fourth of May. She shook her head as she said again. Oh, yes! I know that, I know that! But do you know what day it is?
On my saying that I did not understand, she went on. It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that to-night, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil in the world will have full sway? Do you know where you are going, and what you are going to?
[The soft thud of a closing book is barely audible over the transmission. To the observant listener, it would be obvious as to why he selected this particular text at this particular hour; tonight was the fourth of May, and it was closing in on midnight.
Walter Dornez had a peculiarly twisted sense of humour.]
It's been a while since I've read from that. I wonder, are there any superstitions about certain days where any of you come from?
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[ StayoutofthekitchenWalter. ]
I also need to apologize for my actions a few weeks back. I'm unsure what came over me. I hope you can forgive me.
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I shall likely be here most of the night, if you wish to come to me instead.
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...Yes. I will come to you. [ ...Along with a certain two vampires but you know. ] That sounds much better.
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