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mattersverymuch) wrote2013-01-28 07:13 pm
mattersverymuch) wrote2013-01-28 07:13 pm
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[Confusion is not a natural state of the marquis de Carabas, and he would hesitate to term what he is currently experiencing as confusion. After all, one can experience two contrasting reactions; one of them will be less adaptive than the other and thus will be dismissed.]
[Thus it is that he pushes away his jealousy, his (in truth and fairness, neither of which he has or wants to give away) fury, at the fact that someone, he doesn't know who but someone, has power at their fingertips that he had, would still have were he at home. Clumsy and inelegant, crude, no showmanship - but it's power, and that's what he misses.]
[He focuses instead on the pleasure of having been, once again if briefly, in a place where magic and chaos reigned, and offers silent congratulations to whoever it was that did it. The rules mean nothing, restrictions mean nothing, nothing means anything if there's someone out there more powerful than oneself - and there is someone out there cleverer and more powerful than the Wardens, or at least less concerned with repercussions.]
[It's in this forced state of mind that he paces the halls and the deck, keeping to corners, places with low ceilings, and rooms with clusters of concerned people standing around. He is aggressively cheerful, though he moves too quickly and abruptly to entirely hide his agitation. Still, he doffs an imaginary hat at those who look upon his good cheer with irritation and smiles at absolutely everyone.]
[Thus it is that he pushes away his jealousy, his (in truth and fairness, neither of which he has or wants to give away) fury, at the fact that someone, he doesn't know who but someone, has power at their fingertips that he had, would still have were he at home. Clumsy and inelegant, crude, no showmanship - but it's power, and that's what he misses.]
[He focuses instead on the pleasure of having been, once again if briefly, in a place where magic and chaos reigned, and offers silent congratulations to whoever it was that did it. The rules mean nothing, restrictions mean nothing, nothing means anything if there's someone out there more powerful than oneself - and there is someone out there cleverer and more powerful than the Wardens, or at least less concerned with repercussions.]
[It's in this forced state of mind that he paces the halls and the deck, keeping to corners, places with low ceilings, and rooms with clusters of concerned people standing around. He is aggressively cheerful, though he moves too quickly and abruptly to entirely hide his agitation. Still, he doffs an imaginary hat at those who look upon his good cheer with irritation and smiles at absolutely everyone.]