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[tomb_raiding]

[If you're happening across the Keep grounds at this particular time, you might have caught a glimpse of a woman scaling the wall. She's certainly an unfamiliar face in either event.

If you're a second too late, you'll see instead this woman standing on the wall-walk, with a video camera recording the scene. She's mumbling to herself, dictation most likely. If you approach, this is the last of what you'll hear:]

...is this the effects of touching Thor's Hammer? It's hard to say. I didn't think Avalon would look quite like this.

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[virulentrouge.livejournal.com]

[Classified info means as much to Albel as extended philosophy means to a child. A taunting scoff emits from Albel's mouth as he settles his weight on a hip, giving the woman a quick once over. If she was a spy of sorts, then he'd certainly had enough of those types.]

If you plan on situating yourself up there like some mindless bird, then I'll be more than happy to let you know that it's completely useless. You're not to find any escape within reasonable sight on this turf, woman. I've already tried.

[Translation: If Albel can't do it, then no one can. At the very least, that's want he'd like to think.]

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

[In the few minutes she's been standing here talking to Albel, her opinion of him has changed rather dramatically. Neutrality is easily giving away to annoyance.]

And if I do? I don't see how it affects you. Or is it your habit to be nosy?

[virulentrouge.livejournal.com]

Heh! And to think that I was simply gesturing a hand of advice... how inconsiderate.

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

Perhaps your advice would be better received if you didn't speak to me like I'm a child.

[virulentrouge.livejournal.com]

You're not presiding over me, woman. Who are you to tell me how I should speak?

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

Speak to anyone else however you like. But when you are speaking to me, a little common courtesy would serve you better. If you are going to be rude, you shouldn't expect a gracious reply.

[virulentrouge.livejournal.com]

[Albel rolls his eyes as she talks -- this makes, what, the fourth time he's heard the same speech in his brief stay at this deplorable hellhole? Perhaps it was the view -- the prospect of looking up at the woman was peeving his mood.]

Bah. You reek of self-righteous entitlement-- all prattle and no bite. What, may I ask, makes you so worthy of my respect?

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

[Lara gets down from the wall, in much the same manner she got up there. She's toe to toe with Albel.]

I have plenty of bite, sir.

[You wanna see?]

[virulentrouge.livejournal.com]

[Well, well, well. Crimson eyes sparking with mild attentiveness, the swordsman leaned back slightly; he'd had to admit the little trick she did there was somewhat impressive. An attentive expression replaces the previous irascibility upon Albel's features as his right elbow finds the sheath of his sword to lean on.]

Heh. [By now the demeanor in his tone is nothing but lively.] It seems you might not be the worthless, ignoble wench I previously had thought.

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

[Just keep talking, Albel. Just keep talking and Lara will reconsider simply walking away. She's yet to use Thor's Hammer, since she's only just retrieved it. But if you don't knock it off, she's going to make you her first target.]

I don't have time for this.

[virulentrouge.livejournal.com]

[The surge of the good fight and the charge of adrenaline is the crux of Albel Nox's delight. He's not afraid nor put off by Lara's bold statement, taking idle saunters whilst effectively halting eye contact for the moment. Back facing the woman, he chuckles in deep contempt.]

And what imperative arrangement am I keeping you from? Engrossed in other plans? Bah. There's nothing to be done -- you kid yourself if you think you can fool me.