Kingdom of Irhk wrote:William Brookes
As his cup finally reached the table and William was pouring whisky in it, a man in a top hat approached him with a weirdly happy tone even if William just asked him about a priceless artifact. As he took one large gulp and listened to the man's excited introduction, a wicked yet lighthearted smile appeared across William's face, as he looked back at the man, extending a hand. The second arrival, however, seemed younger than both of the men, yet she gave off a distinct magical aura herself.
"Well, you know where I am from, so at least one of the things about this Book of yours is truthful. Well, Imogen, pleasure to meet you. Can't say about work as I actually didn't work with you yet, but given you lack the knowledge our dear colleague in a top hat here has, my name is William Brookes and this just became a tea party, I see.
"A tea party? I can't see any tea being served," Imogen managed to put on an expression of confusion for a moment before adding, "Though I suspect this is some oblique reference to having more than one British person in a room, though not a particularly apt one; I'm pretty certain we weren't invited to that one in Boston." It seemed she had been joking... though her tone had remained dry throughout.
"I'd imagined you were one of the people at that rather messy bank job," she continued, with a slight shrug, "It's so hard to recognise people when they take off the colourful spandex and masks. Though as for whether we've worked together or not," she gave a wry smile, before adding somewhat cryptically, "It's all a matter of perspective."
Kingdom of Irhk wrote:The Book. A thousand legends about this, and no one can guarantee its sources. I heard the most ludicrous legends about it... written by nameless mages, by entities above our possible comprehension. I've seen collectors hunt it around the world, you know... One in Jakarta, another one in Moscow, a group of Mexican mages, a Brazilian sorceress... all of them offered me the job, but you don't get things that are shrouded in legends and guarded by one person only. Cults? Trick them, make an illusion, whatever needed but when it is constantly with one guy and you don't know where it came from, refuse it. It is said to give wisdom beyond all the libraries in the world, so you can guess why it is a wild chase. Glad to know you are keeping it safe, Sir Top Hat.
Oh, where are my manners? Any of you fancy some whisky?"
She inclined her head politely at the offer of whiskey, "Thank you for the offer, but I don't think it would go with my wine," she said, swirling the blood-red contents of her glass for emphasis, which made her think of the vial in her pocket. Definitely going in a bin.
She took a sip of her wine, before concluding, succinctly, "So it's a book of knowledge. I understand items like that can be quite useful; much more reliable than Tinder."