Cristobal clung to the fabric of civil discourse as if it were a raft on a tempestuous ocean. He could feel a pervasive terror growing, as if seeping into every pore of his skin. "Ah. In hindsight, I suppose neither first nor second meeting were ideal introductions." Cristobal let his mind ...

Whatever Cristobal had been expecting, it was NOT that. XD

Definitely worth the wait, and I've posted a reply already =)

Cristobal was already in a state of horrified apprehension from the atmosphere of the place. The wrenching sounds of flesh and bone in the darkness did little to help settle frayed nerves, despite the apparent willingness to engage in conversation.

Horror kept his tongue locked down as Renata's ...

I am legitimately nervous XD

I am really feeling for poor Cristobal in this thread. Things are getting more and more messed up. =p

Cristobal's chest tightened as he followed Gervasio onto the lift. This was definitely more than he'd expected, more than he'd bargained for. When they entered the large chamber, and Renata's voice cut across them, his stomach almost emptied itself once again. He grit his teeth against the cold rush ...

Cristobal's stomach turned when Gervasio mentioned magic. If the monstrosity he'd witnessed hadn't clued him on on that basic concept, then the word itself was a splash of cold water on his face. Words and numbers were his weapons in daily life. He knew nothing of mystical matters, and figured a ...

Cristobal's descent to the ground level wasn't quite as elegant as Gervasio's, as he slipped on a muddy patch and wound up with pants smeared by the muck of the alleyway. His right knee twinged in sullen response to such undignified athletics, and his ankle wasn't too keen on the escapade either ...

Cristobal paled at the thought he might already be too late: the night was already halfway through, after all. "Then move we must, and promptly. I shall follow your lead. How do we best avoid being caught?"

The nobleman made a mental note of the name Xiomara, but internally dismissed the rest of ...

Supreme Thaumaturge? Cattle? None of what Gervasio hinted at boded well for his sister or himself.

Cristobal gathered his thoughts and did what he could to shake off the ever-encroaching haze of fatigue. He was certain of one thing, however: he would need to weave as much truth as was safe into ...

On a rainy day long past, in a dust-spackled book on philosophy, Cristobal had once read that every man's life had crucial turning points: junctions where, once a path was chosen or decision made, there was no turning back. It had been a dull kind of book, truth be told, but the nobleman was ...

Cristobal laughed weakly "I always found it hard to tell her no, y'know. A bit embarrassing, but there you have it."

The disguised nobleman paid for a room as suggested, and followed Gervasio's lead. He was not sorry to leave the main room with its cacophony of sounds and smells to something a ...

Oh dear, the man hadn't been using code or double talk. Gervasio had taken Cristobal seriously. What a bed of eggshells he'd laid down for himself to carefully tread around.

Cristobal leaned in so that only Gervasio could hear him "She's a curvy thing, green eyes, named Bishani. Apologies for the ...

Posted!

I don't mind if the next few posts are shorter back-and-forth dialogues while Gervasio and Cristobal sound each other out

Cristobal carefully suppressed his sense of profound relief at having passed the first hurdle of locating Gervasio. Although a positive step, it was just the beginning of things, with many potential pitfalls yet to navigate. The first most obvious hazard being that he still had to convey his intent ...