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The Stargazers TowerProfessor Woohl waited until it was appropriate, then he left the throne room so fast he probably looked like a moving shadow. He was never a man who cared much for these events, but he had been invited by the
Grand Duke of all bloody people, and who in their right mind would ignore the request like that?
But he was a busy man, but the appeal to use the Grand Palace's own stargazing tower, and as a potential place for lecture was enough to lure the man in. He was pretty tempted to refuse the request, but he also wanted to keep his head, and he knew he was lucky enough not to have been shipped off already to war.
He'd make a lousy soldier anyway. He was all brains behind his wild, curly black hair, that, for once in his life, he had it combed back and tamed (or as tamed as he could, for there was at least one sprig that kept tickling across his forehead, and he was constantly swiping it back, a futile action if anything.) By the time he was done running all the way up the spiraling staircase that lead to the very top of the Stargazing tower, he was red faced and out of breath, and had many more sprigs of loose curls bouncing out from his tamed back tail.
A sweaty hand smoothed back through his hair to keep it back, a limited time solution, for no matter how greasy his hands were, his hair was about ready to 'pop'. But did that matter? Sure, looks were good for something, and he knew he was certainly not a completely
hideous man, on the contrary, he was rather solid over the fact he knew he wasn't down right
ugly, but he also couldn't compare to the other pretty boys all powdered up in the nobility line up (and he couldn't help but openly gawk at the pretty blue eyed mordecai known as the
hound stationed near the scar-faced Grand Duke. What was the man's name? Zannrick Austengarde he believed. If the man ever had children, the girls would be beautiful, that much he knew. Those blue eyes could be seen for miles away (but perhaps it was because there were so many present that had eyes of green).
His own eyes lack a dominant trait- they could be blue or green, he honestly didn't know. They looked simply grey to him- and washed out. But he wasn't entirely going for looks that night. No, no, he was more interested in the telescopes and hogging them all to himself. And he knew, without a doubt, he'd be the first (and probably only one) up there, and hopefully for at least the first hour of the ball.
He wanted to do a lot of his own personal research while here- and though he had a game plan to aid 'others' who sought to learn about the scopes and who they aided in the vision of seeing the stars much more closely, he was definitely a more selfish man in that regard. He'd be completely fine with no body showing up at all.
So when he approached the biggest scope, with it's sculpted gold cast and massive end lenses, he was almost taken aback when he realized...
"Oh... I didn't realize anyone else was already up here."
And immediately he frowned.
Who could this stranger be? And how had they gotten up here well before he?