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asgardmeridiem2014-06-16 06:28 pm
true_renaissance_man) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-06-16 06:28 pm
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A time for rest
Who: Leonardo da Vinci + OPEN (Even for visitors)
What: Its difficult to work on a project when distractions prevent it. But, such nice distractions!
When: Day 464
Where: His workshop / around Asgard proper
Rating: Probably nothing too serious will happen. I'll update if that's not the case.
The papers slid from the desk to scatter themselves across the floor prompting a huffy sigh and exaggerated toss of his hands in the air that threatened to send the paint from his brush to the floor to join them.
"I sit down to do a little work..."
He spoke to the papers as each one was retrieved from the floor and set back onto the desk.
"You could have sat nicely on the edge a little longer. I was just about to paint the flowers."
The papers of course said nothing back and remained defiant, once more tumbling to the floor when he bumped against the edge of his desk in the quest to retrieve them all.
"Inutile! Fine, stay there!"
The papers were left where they lay as he returned to his work. The beginnings of a strange little piece, a local Asguardian bird next to what was the faint outline of a lady who still did not have a face, all surrounded by local flowers in various stages of completion. It was nice to get back to painting, something he rarely had time for these days, and just experiment with the different hues on the canvas. Of course there were other small projects littered around the room, a flying machine hung from the ceiling, a mural graced a wall, outlines for war machines and other devices of destruction lay... scattered across the floor. All in all he had settled in for a peaceful day trying to forget the coming war for a few hours.
What: Its difficult to work on a project when distractions prevent it. But, such nice distractions!
When: Day 464
Where: His workshop / around Asgard proper
Rating: Probably nothing too serious will happen. I'll update if that's not the case.
The papers slid from the desk to scatter themselves across the floor prompting a huffy sigh and exaggerated toss of his hands in the air that threatened to send the paint from his brush to the floor to join them.
"I sit down to do a little work..."
He spoke to the papers as each one was retrieved from the floor and set back onto the desk.
"You could have sat nicely on the edge a little longer. I was just about to paint the flowers."
The papers of course said nothing back and remained defiant, once more tumbling to the floor when he bumped against the edge of his desk in the quest to retrieve them all.
"Inutile! Fine, stay there!"
The papers were left where they lay as he returned to his work. The beginnings of a strange little piece, a local Asguardian bird next to what was the faint outline of a lady who still did not have a face, all surrounded by local flowers in various stages of completion. It was nice to get back to painting, something he rarely had time for these days, and just experiment with the different hues on the canvas. Of course there were other small projects littered around the room, a flying machine hung from the ceiling, a mural graced a wall, outlines for war machines and other devices of destruction lay... scattered across the floor. All in all he had settled in for a peaceful day trying to forget the coming war for a few hours.
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"If the papers are troubling you that much... " She whispered softly." Then let me organize them for you.." Angela has worked as a maid recently, perhaps those habits were hard to completely ignore... or she had ulterior motives and needed an excuse to linger here longer.
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"Mi scusi..."
The apology given as she was given the strongest side-eyeing.
"I did not know there was another so close. When I am working I can become too absorbed..."
Sure. That was it. How DID she get that close??
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“Non essere preoccupata “
If the look he shot her troubled her in the slightest, Angela wasn't letting on to that fact. Humans were such..... simple creatures. It shouldn't take much to gain some semblance of trust. “I understand completely.” She added with another saccharine smile to emphasize it.
“My offer remains. It would be an honor to work with such a visionary as you...”
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"You are not from this world?"
She knew Italian so... Maybe she wasn't a spy for Asgard's enemies. It would be a little too gullible to allow a possible enemy to go rooting through his papers.