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~ The Warehouse Meeting Place ~
“Time has a habit of repeating itself… if you open your eyes, you’ll see it plain as day.”
இ Charles to Logan Mathews, within the Klondike Territory during the Gold Rush within 1899.
இ Charles to Logan Mathews, within the Klondike Territory during the Gold Rush within 1899.
Still holding his baseball cap within his hand and at his side, Charles listened politely to the man while he introduced himself properly. Zeki Glaedwine… the name was familiar. That was enough for the professor to know and make a note to research it later. At best it eased his anxiety over the unknown factor of who he was being addressed by, though it did little to make his situation better. The immortal didn’t lose his composure when he watched Zeki lean forward then push down his angular glasses, revealing the unnatural blue of his irises aflame with blue. Giving little away, Charles couldn’t help the fact he visibly tensed. Anyone could note it by the way his grip on the bill of his hat tightened instinctively.
Most would’ve assumed it was because Charles was so near a predator of mankind which created the tension within him, but it wasn’t. Instead it was the undeniable fact this was an unknown Licenti. One he had never encountered or met before within his long life time. When it came right down to most of his experience, most of his encounters with unknown Licentia resulted in him being left bleeding or tortured like a mouse by a larger cat. The thought was anything but pleasant to him.
However, he also knew if Mr. Glaedwine had wanted to kill him then why bother to talk with him? There had been plenty of time and chance to discreetly eliminate him without drawing attention, including proclaim he was a spy sent by the Prae. At the earlier display of how easily the other cheered and agreed to follow him, Charles had little doubt it merely take a simple accuration to set the ‘wolves’ upon him in seconds. Additional logic reasoned that few Licentia ever made their presence known to potential prey. Letting his deduction smooth over his unease, Charles’ eyebrow raised slightly at being called friend then let a frown hover over his lips at the rest of the Licenti’s offer.
Currently, as far as Charles was concerned, his task was over. It appeared the woman’s sister wasn’t here from the fact it seemed his friend wasn’t seeming to have any luck in seeking her out and it made him relieved. Now he could quickly depart from this unsavory event and return to his homestead.
When Mr. Glaedwine offered his card, Charles took it with his free hand. Not because he intended to visit it, but to draw off suspicion about his true intentions when he arrived here.
“We humans are… strange creatures. Even living as long as I have, you see the patterns in our foolishness and reasons for our bravery. Most the time, it tends to be selfishly driven...” Charles commented, then took a brief look at the card out of habit.
His ears picked up the mention of the meeting, likely it was where he assumed the small group of selected individuals were going, and politely placed it into his jacket pocket without farther comment. This was an event he wanted to avoid a second time. It wasn’t that he didn’t admire those that who decided to raise their fists at injustice, but the Licentia were hunters of mankind at their very core. Despite evolution or whatever determined what race each were made into, nothing changed this fact. It was amusing to Charles that the very prey were fighting for the rights of predators who likely had once hunted, killed and devoured their very ancestors in the past. The Prae were viewed to be much worse due to their superior attitude and expectations that all of man would merely kneel to their self assigned roles and rules. Their mistake that soon turn this whole occupation into a subtle and bloody war.
Charles lifted his eyes from the card to spot Mr. Glaedwine departing back through the crowd. Not curious at where the Licenti was going, he turned to Anton to bide him farewell and thanked him for the assistance in finding the woman’s lost sister. He followed that up by apologizing for wasting the man’s time and likely for any deception seen in his actions. Afterwards, the professor quickly made his exit out of a side exit of the building and into the clouding storm looming over head. His nostrils caught the moisture building in the air as his hands reached for his jacket, adjusting it. Then he vanished into the growing twilight melting into darkness.
There was one more place he was required to visit before he was able to retire for the night.
