07-18-2016, 11:25 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-18-2016, 04:01 PM by Kenna.
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An old man-ism preceded Arturo Nihm's stepping back from the doorway, which technically made it something of an invitation inside. Margot cast a momentary glance up toward Will, wherein eyes met and Margot's own heavy eyebrows were raised up with mild surprise. She was impressed with how well this was working out, certainly, but there was that ever-present gleam of uncertainty and distrust beneath the surface of the look. Many line had been written in many books about things being too easy before going terribly wrong.
All the same, across the threshold they stepped. Margot led ahead of Will, trailing along after Mr. Nihm's back as he led them through an incredibly impressive gallery of a hallway and into a library that was (in her Opened eyes) more impressive by far. Sure, uninterrupted marble spoke of wealth but here with the smell of old pages and the aesthetic of dark wood, Margot felt as though they'd found the true heart of the estate. Where the real wealth was kept shut away.
She didn't quite have her mouth hanging open, but Margot's owlish eyes were wider still like she was trying to soak up every sight possible, her head turning and gaze roaming over walls and shelves and tables. The mask and chess board held her attention longer than other sights, but it was the knife that she was staring at when Arturo began speaking about young guests and how seldom they were. Her attention snapped back to him and she blinked a few times like she'd been a child caught staring much too long at the cookie jar. She smoothed the front of her blouse and looked around for a sensible place to sit for connversation.
"We, ah...," she started, continuing to do a fine job of presenting herself as the student with no public speaking skills. "Well, we were doing our research on the Mohawk peoples and the curiosity of their ritual killings, and the potential of trade or culture or similar roots to the Central American tribes with similar practice. You've....," she glanced briefly at the mask, gruesome in its detail and very essence, somehow. "...curated exhibits? We were hoping to ask some questions, get some insight maybe....,"
She was trailing. Glancing anxiously toward Will. Plain on her face is the plea for him to step in. He was the talker, wasn't he? Handsome and golden-haired and golden-tongued. She wanted to go back to focusing on the library around them.
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margot @ 3:59PM
[Perception 3 + Awareness 2]
Roll: 5 d10 TN6 (2, 7, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 4 )
tithe-ghost @ 3:59PM
[witnessed!!]
All the same, across the threshold they stepped. Margot led ahead of Will, trailing along after Mr. Nihm's back as he led them through an incredibly impressive gallery of a hallway and into a library that was (in her Opened eyes) more impressive by far. Sure, uninterrupted marble spoke of wealth but here with the smell of old pages and the aesthetic of dark wood, Margot felt as though they'd found the true heart of the estate. Where the real wealth was kept shut away.
She didn't quite have her mouth hanging open, but Margot's owlish eyes were wider still like she was trying to soak up every sight possible, her head turning and gaze roaming over walls and shelves and tables. The mask and chess board held her attention longer than other sights, but it was the knife that she was staring at when Arturo began speaking about young guests and how seldom they were. Her attention snapped back to him and she blinked a few times like she'd been a child caught staring much too long at the cookie jar. She smoothed the front of her blouse and looked around for a sensible place to sit for connversation.
"We, ah...," she started, continuing to do a fine job of presenting herself as the student with no public speaking skills. "Well, we were doing our research on the Mohawk peoples and the curiosity of their ritual killings, and the potential of trade or culture or similar roots to the Central American tribes with similar practice. You've....," she glanced briefly at the mask, gruesome in its detail and very essence, somehow. "...curated exhibits? We were hoping to ask some questions, get some insight maybe....,"
She was trailing. Glancing anxiously toward Will. Plain on her face is the plea for him to step in. He was the talker, wasn't he? Handsome and golden-haired and golden-tongued. She wanted to go back to focusing on the library around them.
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margot @ 3:59PM
[Perception 3 + Awareness 2]
Roll: 5 d10 TN6 (2, 7, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 4 )
tithe-ghost @ 3:59PM
[witnessed!!]