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Post by Hyperion on Dec 28, 2018 12:47:58 GMT -8
Hyperion was carefully fixing a caved-in entrance to the dungeons, something from his list of duties that Eris--Harmonia had left him. The work required a delicate touch, his wand moving in very precise motions to reattach the molding into place and bind it with magic. He lowered his and stepped back to see if it worked. When it didn't move an inch, he sighed in relief and wondered how the upper level of this school hadn't already sunk down to kill them all during their meetings.
He was walking back to the main meeting room when he was greeted by the sight of Harmonia. How many times had he blindly followed Eris' orders? Too many times to count. It made him sick to his stomach and now here he was begging her to keep his mask, it almost made him sick of himself. "Harmonia," he said with a nod of his head.
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Post by Harmonia on Dec 28, 2018 13:14:08 GMT -8
"Hyperion. You forgot something," she said simply, holding out a folded piece of paper between two fingers. Harmonia didn't care if he read it. He wouldn't get it, anyway. Spelled out in intricate calligraphy was the quote 'A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world'. "You did a fair job cleaning the meeting room," she said, looking around. He'd done a better job than Nike, anyway. If only she could replace her fellow senior with this boy.
"How are the wallways coming along? The one to Thunderbird tower is awfully mildewed," Harmonia crossed her arms over her chest, wondering just how far down the list he'd gotten.
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Post by Hyperion on Dec 28, 2018 13:25:08 GMT -8
He took the note from her, not even giving it a cursory glance. "I just finished fixing the cave in by the Wampus rooms, and the broken overhang that leads outside. I figured I'd fix structural damage first since it poses a danger, and then clean the neglected areas," he said, watching for her reaction. Not that he could see anything below her mask. Somehow knowing who was under it filled him with a little more spite than he was used to feeling. His dark side was calling out to him to end the charade, but he had to hold out as long as he could before he let her know he knew who she was.
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Post by Harmonia on Dec 28, 2018 14:11:28 GMT -8
"Right. Of course," she said, her eye twitching. Hopefully, he'd get to it before this afternoon. She had to travel that way for her 'date' with Abel. Maybe she should wear her mask and robe, just in case she runs into him there. As long as he wasn't too near the entrance to Thunderbird, she could take them off and slip them into her bag before going in. As for an excuse to be there, she could just say she was checking on his progress.
Harmonia looked him over, noting the dirt and dust from the work he'd been doing. His posture seemed typical of someone begrudgingly doing tasks for a superior, so she didn't suspect anything was off. Reaching a pale, silky, and delicate hand out, she brushed some wall crumbs off his shoulder. "You should get this laundered before tomorrow's meeting," she suggested, then patted the cheek of his mask almost affectionately before retracting her hand. "Can't have my temporary right hand man looking like he just crawled out of a demolished building, can we?"
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Post by Hyperion on Dec 28, 2018 14:23:39 GMT -8
His brow raised beneath his mask at her mention of him as her temporary right-hand man, though he didn't flinch when she brushed the debris off of his shoulder. "Yes, Harmonia," he said, looking at her with slightly squinted eyes through his mask. He almost balled his hands into fists but remembered the note he carried in his hand for delivery. Though he had no idea why she had a sudden interest in Mrs. Stewbone, unless it was to try to butter her up and let Roxy out to play. If that was the case, Eris was an idiot and he hoped for Abel's sake she wasn't playing them against each other.
"Is there anything else you would like to add to the list before I continue?" he asked, wondering what else she would pile on top of him.
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Post by Harmonia on Dec 28, 2018 15:23:43 GMT -8
His squinted eyes were noticed, as that was the only part of his face she could see. Good, she was getting to him. Perhaps he wouldn't make any more mistakes. If only he knew just how important the Masked Lords were in the greater scheme of things. He'd more likely be crawling on his hands and knees, begging to remain, rather than mean mugging behind the security of his mask.
She sighed, her breath making a distinct noise against the mask. "Is there not enough on the list for you?" Harmonia asked, sounding annoyed. "You'd like more? I can probably think of a few extra things, if that's the case."
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Post by Hyperion on Dec 28, 2018 15:35:34 GMT -8
He bowed slightly, "I was merely inquiring if there was something else you needed. I am, at your mercy." The words were sour on his tongue but they needed to be said at the moment. He couldn't give away that he knew her identity yet. Soon though, soon. Something was bound to tip the scales in his favor, and he'd have to ride it out for now.
"If there is nothing else, I'll take my leave," he said, giving her another bow and turning toward one of the many exits from the main room. He would de-mold the entrance to Thunderbird tower since she specifically asked for that one, and once he was done with that, he would deliver the note to Mrs. Stewbone.
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