Post by Mila on Mar 21, 2013 10:41:36 GMT -5
[Lara] It wasn't often that she took such great risks – the Spitfire only liked playing with one kind of fire, and she had never found herself particularly fond of dungeons below Hecate, nor the archaic punishments dealt there. And yet, here she was, in nought but her pyjamas. An ensemble of dark purple cotton; extremely cropped shorts and a camisole, both with clung to the slender curvature with provocative suggestion. There was no one that need be impressed, Lara was certainly not sneaking from her room far past light's out for a decadent interlude. It was simply that she didn't own anything appropriate for making like a ninja at midnight. Preferring bare-feet to the noise shoes would make, the Siren hurried on tip toe with her heart in throat, pushing past the over-large doors, for for a giant, that marked the way into the library. It was hard to make her way in the darkness, but she dare not cast a light. “Mnnf.” Lara knocked her hip into something hard and wooden. There's a desk there. No shit, Sherlock. One hand delicately nursing her hip, she slipped through the aisles, and then turned a corner to dart between a pair of shelves. On doing so, she bumped into another obstacle. A girlish gasp escaped her at the collision, dainty hands pressed to steady herself against the wall of granite. Only there was no wall there. Only it was warm. And it was moving. And it was breathing. James. Unable to see a face in the darkness, her body went numb, instantly sure that she had been caught by a guard or Dr Von Grimm. I mean, it was past midnight. She was somewhere she shouldn't be. Obviously, the last thing she'd expect was a friendly face.
James` had been out past light’s out time, since his last meeting with Lara, se had been on his mind somewhat, more then one kind of thought, but regardless the one that caught him was her secret project. He had memorized the names from when he’d first saw the books and had come to do a little research of his own, there had to be a reference to the books she had and of course, her book hiring history, if she had returned the previously hired books, then he’d find them and a clue as to what she was up to. Moving over to the computer he’d boot it up and enter in the username and password, acquired of course at the Meth Lab. Student volunteers for extra credit were a little hard to find and yet he had found them and the deal was made of the details. Logging on first he’d look at this weeks returned books, a name would be there upon return as the books were scanned through as returned. The name of their hirer was of course on this record, “Well well.” As he scanned over the books he’d hear a noise, his head whipped up to look around at the darkness as the door slowly opened, “Fuck…” He whispered before turning the monitor off to cloak himself in the dark. Moving away from the desk he saw the figure of what appeared to be a female. Moving around he’d move to edge his way around the person, taking to the isles of the library and staying still for a moment to listen for steps before making his own. After a moment of moving he heard the faint sound of footsteps suddenly in front of him a split second before he felt dainty hands touch his torso, soft and light touch, female, not guard. He let out a breath as he flicked his flash light on and pointed at the person in front of him, “Boo.” A jest at the expense of whoever was there, “Lara…?” His luck kept improving, “What are you up to this late at night Joli?” He’d move to place the light in the shelf so it spread enough for them to see each other, “Nice pjs.” He grinned to her; he was in his own long black pj pants with a black singlet on. He was also trying “I don’t think you came out here to meet me for a nightcap, though if you’d like one I wouldn’t mind.”
[Lara] Had Von Grimm been attentive enough, he'd have found that no, Lara was not yet required to return the tomes taken, nor had she taken it upon herself to return them early. They were large novels and she'd yet to fully grasp the entirety of what was within – in fact, her experiments were yet to begin. What she needed was more. Tomes that were not stored on the shelves available to students. Tomes locked beyond a door exclusive to the use of the librarian, and the Professors. On colliding with a person, she had frozen in both mind and body. She could hear the thundering drumbeat of her heart, pounding beneath her breast which rose and fell with each panicked breath. Boo. A Professor wouldn't say that. Startled, she found herself recognising the slight whisper and straining to see the assailant in the cloak of darkness – the attempt useless, mind. It was unnecessary to see him, because with his next words and questions, she found that she quite knew who it was before her. James. A great weight lifted from her dainty shoulders, and the belle found herself breathing an audible sigh of relief. “Uhm,” her usual lies and Sirenous persuasions beyond her, after such a fright. “I was... wait. What are you doing here? Yeuch!” The light was blinding after time spent in pitch blackness. “Turn that off!” Her whisper was harsh, paranoid. “Are you trying to get us cau- shut up, this isn't funny.” It was no time for his flirtation and jokes! They'd earn themselves fifty lashes if they were caught, and Lara could only shudder at the thought.
James` couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, Lara was scared shitless for a moment there, the flash light confirmed the brief moment of shock and horror before she was blinded by the light. Falling silent for a moment he waited for her answer, but as she hit back about why he was here he went to give a witty response but paused and just looked to her for a moment. Why was he here? This was a little extreme for passing suspicions the other day, “I guess…I knew you’d be here.” That was half true; it was like looking for one thing but finding more then what you expect. He came here to find out what she was up to and found her; perhaps sub-consciously he’d guessed she might come, was that why he made the effort to come all the way out here and risk fifty lashes? He’d shake the thought as she whispered harshly to turn the light off, “Relax, we won’t get caught.” Simply a brush off to cool his own nerves and none the less he reached for the light on the shelf and took a step forward toward her before killing the light and returning the haunting darkness to the library, “You’re right, it was wrong of me to make out like it funny, those pjs are actually very alluring in a cute way.” Not being able to see her he made sure she was directly in front of him just in case she tried to sneak away, “So, moving onto what you are doing here, the risk of fifty lashes is a lot to just get some more books after hours. What have you been doing and why are you researching so much?” The last sentence carrying a little more serious tone then the usual.
[Lara] She rolled her eyes heavenward. “Bullshit. What are you, a Seer? Ha!” All this, spoken in whisper. As for her pyjamas, her cheeks colored prettily, not that such was easily noted in the darkness immersing them. “You sir,” Are a baboon. “Are a dick.” But, she said this fondly. She calmed a little, now that the light had been done away with, leaving them semi invisible for the most part. If only he would stop talking. “Curiosity killed the cat, don't you know?” Now she leant closer, dramatically sweet as she whispered the last of her words into his ear, propped as she was on tiptoe, “And we wouldn't you to be a dead Pussy would we?” Because no feminine insult is complete without a direct lashing of his manhood and pride. She continued down the aisle she had turned into before her impromptu meeting with James, feeling her way by an outstretched hand and splayed fingers until she found the presence of the door. Locked, hexed and strictly out of bounds. About necklace was a spellbound charm, hexed powerfully to break through some of the lower of hex-locks. She hoped that her risk hadn't been taken for nothing, and so brought it to the door locks. Power was felt seeping from the object, and though she couldn't tell if her attempt had been successful, the femme dropped to her knees before the obstacle. Now, she retrieved a paper-clip from her brassiere. “If I wanted to tell you, I would have done so already, oui?' Ugh, so she wouldn't tell him. A few expletives were spoken in French as she struggled to pick the lock and barricade, jimmying it around endlessly. This looked much easier in films.
James` scoffed, “Please, do I look mad to you?” Maybe a little bit eccentric, considering they were both here at midnight risking fifty lashes. The next insult that was flung was met as fondly as it was given, “Excellent observation, I do happen to have one.” She still wasn’t giving anything away as they stood there in the darkness of the library and she was caught out at the scene of a crime that was about to be committed, leaning in as she spoke and then whispered in his ear he’d simply give a, “Meow.” Heard her began to make her way down the isle again and swiftly he’d follow, feeling his way and listening to her quiet footsteps “Cats have nine lives, didn’t you know?” Pulling up as he heard her footsteps stop he peered to what looked like a door, his eyes slightly adjusting to the dark. She was soon on her knees and picking the damn thing. He also felt the power coming from the direction of the object, “You’re right, not telling me as you try to get through a locked and hexed door in the middle of the night with me as a witness is a great idea.” Sarcasm was weaved through his words, “You never know things might get loud…” The suggestion was aimed to force her to tell him what she was up to, whether she thought he was serious or not was yet to be seen, but he had to try something with a little more force as his constant asking was getting him no where. He waited patiently for her to open the door, and he would make sure that he was there to go through with her; it was as much an opportunity for him as it was for her now. Walking closer he’d stand by her and keep an eye out, he felt strange following her lead and not knowing what the fuck was going to happen next or what she was doing, oh well, more things to distract him in the end.
[Lara] Was that a trick question? She wasn't entirely sure on the next part, for she could swear she'd just heard a meow from a Pussy, not a dick. During her ministrations, the femme rolled her eyes in the darks. “Great threat, Einstein. You're only forgetting that to do so, would get you caught as well.” Whether or not she managed to convince any Professor's that he too was attempting to garner entrance into an out of bounds area – the fact of the matter was, they were already out of bounds and out after lock down hour. That simply didn't fly. Even so, she breathed an audible exhale. “I'm looking for some Ancient tomes. Old magic, old ways. There's a spell I'm working on. Well, a spell, a hex and an elixir. It's a big project, okay?” And it really, had nothing to do with him. Then, she heard the click. “Aha. Lara Locke, you're a ninja,” she patted herself mentally on the back. What a boss. Holding her breath, she'd attempt to turn the door knob, such only to work had the charm proved useful in the end and, by George she's got it! The knob turned with a little creak. A glance was cast backward at James, beaming though he wouldn't see, but the momentary celebration was soon over. She needed to get in, and get out. Caring little as to if he decided to stand watch or enter the forbidden territory alongside her, the belle left the door agape and entered the storerooms depths. If she had thought the Ancient Casting section of the library was musky with dusk and unuse, this place was as bad as a thousand year old coffin. She sneezed, as if to prove this point. Achew. Only now did she make use of her powers, casting a small orb of light no larger than a penny. She could certainly summon and wield far larger but what she wanted was a lit match, not lighthouse. Ninja. Of course such a small light must constantly be shifted by those deft fingers, needing a move each time she'd need read the calligraphic title on each spine. Ancient Castings of the Dark Age, II. Promising. She pulled forth this tome, a cloud of dust left in it's wake and held it beneath one arm. Divinium Deus. Not quite, but interesting. Summons de Veritas. Definitely not. Tenebrae Aether This. She recognise this tome as one Mila had borrowed overlong, and spoken of, only to her. It's uses were immeasurable and so, she tucked that beneath her arm with the other, only to continue the search. Aether Magus, Insidium II. Lara picked neither, but settled on Insidium I, Anima. Three heavy, ancient tomes with more dust than her sensitive nose dare handle and the decadent belle was well and truly ready to leave. She need only make it back to Magnus without alerting a professor. As for managing to get past her own coordinator? Xander wouldn't punish her. She knew that much.
James` gave a smile in the darkness, “I got a feeling I’ll heal faster, maybe I’m a masochist and I like it.” He was being playful for the most part, but she had called his bluff in the sense that he would never give them away. He stood in silence for a long moment, he was getting to the point of giving up, and there were other distractions he could focus on to take things off his mind. Before he could break away he heard her speak partly of what she was doing, taking a step forward he look to her dark figure, “So it seems, but why?” Though he’d been given part of the picture, half of it was still elusive, though after that question he’d press no further for the time being. Click. The door was unlocked much to his surprise she’d been able to unlock the thing, “Nice.” He whispered before moving forward with her into the forbidden archive, her small light had enough affect to cast light and shadow over the room, the place looked untouched and left for burial and rot. James’ eyes grew wide at the number of tomes in the room, adjusting his light to a faint setting he looked around as she did, her sneeze caused him to stare at her for a moment, “You think I’m bad…” Now that he’d seen the prizes all around him there was no way he was walking away from this place empty handed, he was in for his own prize now. Eyes scanned the various tomes until his eyes rested on one tome Aether Vita Morsque. He’d glanced behind him to observe she was gathering her own things, reaching out he’d take the tome, his eyes glancing across more tomes before stopping on another title Patronus Aether. He’d reach to take that tome as well, now with two of his own tomes in hand he turned to leave seeing that Lara had also finished getting what she was looking for, “Righto bookworm lets bail.” He’d make his way out of the archive, standing to wait for her where he had been when she was picking the lock.
[Lara] Again, she rolled her eyes, knowing full well he was no Masochist and even more well, that Hecate used special Hexes and manners in which to be sure that Healers and Were's both could not heal the lashes bestowed upon them – for how else, would their lesson be learned? They had an age or two of the trickeries used by students to grow well and truly prepared for each and every attempt. These two had best pray they not be caught. “Alright,” the French belle agreed, eager as he to leave to dank, dusty archive that could very well mean their necks. “Let's go.” After adjusting the remaining tomes, and spreading them along the shelves so that there were no obvious gaps, she flicked the lock and closed the door. Her heart was beating rampantly. Had they just gotten away with it? Well, they weren't in the clear. For a moment she considered stowing the heavy tomes in the library where she could pick them up easily tomorrow – it was one thing to be caught on her return to Magnus after dark, and quite another with these relics. She decided against it. Take them, she would. Her steps were quick and spurred by nerves and panic.
James` hadn’t as of yet received any lashes, somehow he had managed to avoid it despite altercations, yet he knew that this was entirely something else, if they were to be caught with these kind of goods there would be more then lashes in store for them. James watched as she closed and locked the door, at this point even he could feel his heart pounding, he didn’t expect to find what he did on all account but participating in the theft of forbidden tomes was a whole new level of shit to fall in if caught, “Alright, let’s get to the front entrance so we can take a look for any guards patrolling the halls. Then we bail one by one.” James had forgotten all about his curiosity surrounding this whole event with Lara, since he’d gotten a hold of two interesting tomes that was now what preoccupied his mind other then the present escape plan of course. He’d begin to make his way along the isle moving slowly so he didn’t leave Lara behind, he had to make sure they both got out so that neither would be put at risk of interrogation. Eventually he’d make his way to the entrance and move to one side, “Go across.” He’d give barely a whisper to her and hope she knew what he meant, which was to go to the other side of the entrance and look out at the hall as he did from the opposite angle. Shadows, footsteps, hell if even a light was seen out there it would mean they were stuck for the moment and what need to ditch said goods somewhere, these thoughts weren’t far from his mind as he tried to think of safe places to put his tomes in case it did happen. Looking out to the halls he stood his ground and looked, listened, so far nothing.
[Lara] The spitfire allowed him to take the lead of their rule-breaking, whispering some form of assent when he spoke of their supposed 'plan'. Behind him, the beauty was graceful and silent on bare feet, stumbling only when she quickened her pace without the boy before her doing the same, resulting in a quick collision much like their initial meeting this night. The feminine curvature of Lara's front pressed flush against his back, drawing a startled gasp from plush, ruby-stained lips. “Jams!” A moniker she'd given him lately, since the boy always had sticky fingers. “Move.” This, all whispered harshly as most as their discussions had been done. Altercation dismissed, she continued on their way and, clever enough, figured his meaning easily enough, going across when instructed to do so. From here, the belle peered forth. She saw nothing in the black abyss of the darkened corridors of Hecate's labyrinth. Even so, she was reluctant to take the leap. “Y.. you go first, okay?” Lara wasn't afraid of the dark, more like, she was afraid of what could hide in the darkness – she'd not forgotten the assault on her person, the night of the Masquerade. She couldn't forget. So driven by her desire for the tomes that earlier she'd pushed the thoughts away but, successful in thievery there was little else to think about.
James` held his position when Lara ran into his back, he could feel her against his back, “Want to hug Joli?”It was his nickname for her, one that of course she would understand being French, Joli meant beautiful. At her command he began to move again and when they were in position by either side of the door he could feel the anticipation of getting to read these tomes, more spells to learn or to craft depending on what was in these tomes. Right place at the right time had a whole other meaning to James after tonight, he knew they were going to get away with this, they had come so far, it was meant to be. He looked up to her with a smirk, “Pussy.” That was his fair well to the French ninja, a little jab back for good humor purposes only, of course, he quickly crept out into the hall, the darkness now ran with patches of light in the halls, he’d have to be quick a quiet to get back to his room with the tomes, Tritus charge! A series of ducking and weaving through the shadows eventually lead him to the end of his mission as he stepped through the doors of his room and closed them quietly behind him, “Extra credit time.”
James` had been out past light’s out time, since his last meeting with Lara, se had been on his mind somewhat, more then one kind of thought, but regardless the one that caught him was her secret project. He had memorized the names from when he’d first saw the books and had come to do a little research of his own, there had to be a reference to the books she had and of course, her book hiring history, if she had returned the previously hired books, then he’d find them and a clue as to what she was up to. Moving over to the computer he’d boot it up and enter in the username and password, acquired of course at the Meth Lab. Student volunteers for extra credit were a little hard to find and yet he had found them and the deal was made of the details. Logging on first he’d look at this weeks returned books, a name would be there upon return as the books were scanned through as returned. The name of their hirer was of course on this record, “Well well.” As he scanned over the books he’d hear a noise, his head whipped up to look around at the darkness as the door slowly opened, “Fuck…” He whispered before turning the monitor off to cloak himself in the dark. Moving away from the desk he saw the figure of what appeared to be a female. Moving around he’d move to edge his way around the person, taking to the isles of the library and staying still for a moment to listen for steps before making his own. After a moment of moving he heard the faint sound of footsteps suddenly in front of him a split second before he felt dainty hands touch his torso, soft and light touch, female, not guard. He let out a breath as he flicked his flash light on and pointed at the person in front of him, “Boo.” A jest at the expense of whoever was there, “Lara…?” His luck kept improving, “What are you up to this late at night Joli?” He’d move to place the light in the shelf so it spread enough for them to see each other, “Nice pjs.” He grinned to her; he was in his own long black pj pants with a black singlet on. He was also trying “I don’t think you came out here to meet me for a nightcap, though if you’d like one I wouldn’t mind.”
[Lara] Had Von Grimm been attentive enough, he'd have found that no, Lara was not yet required to return the tomes taken, nor had she taken it upon herself to return them early. They were large novels and she'd yet to fully grasp the entirety of what was within – in fact, her experiments were yet to begin. What she needed was more. Tomes that were not stored on the shelves available to students. Tomes locked beyond a door exclusive to the use of the librarian, and the Professors. On colliding with a person, she had frozen in both mind and body. She could hear the thundering drumbeat of her heart, pounding beneath her breast which rose and fell with each panicked breath. Boo. A Professor wouldn't say that. Startled, she found herself recognising the slight whisper and straining to see the assailant in the cloak of darkness – the attempt useless, mind. It was unnecessary to see him, because with his next words and questions, she found that she quite knew who it was before her. James. A great weight lifted from her dainty shoulders, and the belle found herself breathing an audible sigh of relief. “Uhm,” her usual lies and Sirenous persuasions beyond her, after such a fright. “I was... wait. What are you doing here? Yeuch!” The light was blinding after time spent in pitch blackness. “Turn that off!” Her whisper was harsh, paranoid. “Are you trying to get us cau- shut up, this isn't funny.” It was no time for his flirtation and jokes! They'd earn themselves fifty lashes if they were caught, and Lara could only shudder at the thought.
James` couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, Lara was scared shitless for a moment there, the flash light confirmed the brief moment of shock and horror before she was blinded by the light. Falling silent for a moment he waited for her answer, but as she hit back about why he was here he went to give a witty response but paused and just looked to her for a moment. Why was he here? This was a little extreme for passing suspicions the other day, “I guess…I knew you’d be here.” That was half true; it was like looking for one thing but finding more then what you expect. He came here to find out what she was up to and found her; perhaps sub-consciously he’d guessed she might come, was that why he made the effort to come all the way out here and risk fifty lashes? He’d shake the thought as she whispered harshly to turn the light off, “Relax, we won’t get caught.” Simply a brush off to cool his own nerves and none the less he reached for the light on the shelf and took a step forward toward her before killing the light and returning the haunting darkness to the library, “You’re right, it was wrong of me to make out like it funny, those pjs are actually very alluring in a cute way.” Not being able to see her he made sure she was directly in front of him just in case she tried to sneak away, “So, moving onto what you are doing here, the risk of fifty lashes is a lot to just get some more books after hours. What have you been doing and why are you researching so much?” The last sentence carrying a little more serious tone then the usual.
[Lara] She rolled her eyes heavenward. “Bullshit. What are you, a Seer? Ha!” All this, spoken in whisper. As for her pyjamas, her cheeks colored prettily, not that such was easily noted in the darkness immersing them. “You sir,” Are a baboon. “Are a dick.” But, she said this fondly. She calmed a little, now that the light had been done away with, leaving them semi invisible for the most part. If only he would stop talking. “Curiosity killed the cat, don't you know?” Now she leant closer, dramatically sweet as she whispered the last of her words into his ear, propped as she was on tiptoe, “And we wouldn't you to be a dead Pussy would we?” Because no feminine insult is complete without a direct lashing of his manhood and pride. She continued down the aisle she had turned into before her impromptu meeting with James, feeling her way by an outstretched hand and splayed fingers until she found the presence of the door. Locked, hexed and strictly out of bounds. About necklace was a spellbound charm, hexed powerfully to break through some of the lower of hex-locks. She hoped that her risk hadn't been taken for nothing, and so brought it to the door locks. Power was felt seeping from the object, and though she couldn't tell if her attempt had been successful, the femme dropped to her knees before the obstacle. Now, she retrieved a paper-clip from her brassiere. “If I wanted to tell you, I would have done so already, oui?' Ugh, so she wouldn't tell him. A few expletives were spoken in French as she struggled to pick the lock and barricade, jimmying it around endlessly. This looked much easier in films.
James` scoffed, “Please, do I look mad to you?” Maybe a little bit eccentric, considering they were both here at midnight risking fifty lashes. The next insult that was flung was met as fondly as it was given, “Excellent observation, I do happen to have one.” She still wasn’t giving anything away as they stood there in the darkness of the library and she was caught out at the scene of a crime that was about to be committed, leaning in as she spoke and then whispered in his ear he’d simply give a, “Meow.” Heard her began to make her way down the isle again and swiftly he’d follow, feeling his way and listening to her quiet footsteps “Cats have nine lives, didn’t you know?” Pulling up as he heard her footsteps stop he peered to what looked like a door, his eyes slightly adjusting to the dark. She was soon on her knees and picking the damn thing. He also felt the power coming from the direction of the object, “You’re right, not telling me as you try to get through a locked and hexed door in the middle of the night with me as a witness is a great idea.” Sarcasm was weaved through his words, “You never know things might get loud…” The suggestion was aimed to force her to tell him what she was up to, whether she thought he was serious or not was yet to be seen, but he had to try something with a little more force as his constant asking was getting him no where. He waited patiently for her to open the door, and he would make sure that he was there to go through with her; it was as much an opportunity for him as it was for her now. Walking closer he’d stand by her and keep an eye out, he felt strange following her lead and not knowing what the fuck was going to happen next or what she was doing, oh well, more things to distract him in the end.
[Lara] Was that a trick question? She wasn't entirely sure on the next part, for she could swear she'd just heard a meow from a Pussy, not a dick. During her ministrations, the femme rolled her eyes in the darks. “Great threat, Einstein. You're only forgetting that to do so, would get you caught as well.” Whether or not she managed to convince any Professor's that he too was attempting to garner entrance into an out of bounds area – the fact of the matter was, they were already out of bounds and out after lock down hour. That simply didn't fly. Even so, she breathed an audible exhale. “I'm looking for some Ancient tomes. Old magic, old ways. There's a spell I'm working on. Well, a spell, a hex and an elixir. It's a big project, okay?” And it really, had nothing to do with him. Then, she heard the click. “Aha. Lara Locke, you're a ninja,” she patted herself mentally on the back. What a boss. Holding her breath, she'd attempt to turn the door knob, such only to work had the charm proved useful in the end and, by George she's got it! The knob turned with a little creak. A glance was cast backward at James, beaming though he wouldn't see, but the momentary celebration was soon over. She needed to get in, and get out. Caring little as to if he decided to stand watch or enter the forbidden territory alongside her, the belle left the door agape and entered the storerooms depths. If she had thought the Ancient Casting section of the library was musky with dusk and unuse, this place was as bad as a thousand year old coffin. She sneezed, as if to prove this point. Achew. Only now did she make use of her powers, casting a small orb of light no larger than a penny. She could certainly summon and wield far larger but what she wanted was a lit match, not lighthouse. Ninja. Of course such a small light must constantly be shifted by those deft fingers, needing a move each time she'd need read the calligraphic title on each spine. Ancient Castings of the Dark Age, II. Promising. She pulled forth this tome, a cloud of dust left in it's wake and held it beneath one arm. Divinium Deus. Not quite, but interesting. Summons de Veritas. Definitely not. Tenebrae Aether This. She recognise this tome as one Mila had borrowed overlong, and spoken of, only to her. It's uses were immeasurable and so, she tucked that beneath her arm with the other, only to continue the search. Aether Magus, Insidium II. Lara picked neither, but settled on Insidium I, Anima. Three heavy, ancient tomes with more dust than her sensitive nose dare handle and the decadent belle was well and truly ready to leave. She need only make it back to Magnus without alerting a professor. As for managing to get past her own coordinator? Xander wouldn't punish her. She knew that much.
James` gave a smile in the darkness, “I got a feeling I’ll heal faster, maybe I’m a masochist and I like it.” He was being playful for the most part, but she had called his bluff in the sense that he would never give them away. He stood in silence for a long moment, he was getting to the point of giving up, and there were other distractions he could focus on to take things off his mind. Before he could break away he heard her speak partly of what she was doing, taking a step forward he look to her dark figure, “So it seems, but why?” Though he’d been given part of the picture, half of it was still elusive, though after that question he’d press no further for the time being. Click. The door was unlocked much to his surprise she’d been able to unlock the thing, “Nice.” He whispered before moving forward with her into the forbidden archive, her small light had enough affect to cast light and shadow over the room, the place looked untouched and left for burial and rot. James’ eyes grew wide at the number of tomes in the room, adjusting his light to a faint setting he looked around as she did, her sneeze caused him to stare at her for a moment, “You think I’m bad…” Now that he’d seen the prizes all around him there was no way he was walking away from this place empty handed, he was in for his own prize now. Eyes scanned the various tomes until his eyes rested on one tome Aether Vita Morsque. He’d glanced behind him to observe she was gathering her own things, reaching out he’d take the tome, his eyes glancing across more tomes before stopping on another title Patronus Aether. He’d reach to take that tome as well, now with two of his own tomes in hand he turned to leave seeing that Lara had also finished getting what she was looking for, “Righto bookworm lets bail.” He’d make his way out of the archive, standing to wait for her where he had been when she was picking the lock.
[Lara] Again, she rolled her eyes, knowing full well he was no Masochist and even more well, that Hecate used special Hexes and manners in which to be sure that Healers and Were's both could not heal the lashes bestowed upon them – for how else, would their lesson be learned? They had an age or two of the trickeries used by students to grow well and truly prepared for each and every attempt. These two had best pray they not be caught. “Alright,” the French belle agreed, eager as he to leave to dank, dusty archive that could very well mean their necks. “Let's go.” After adjusting the remaining tomes, and spreading them along the shelves so that there were no obvious gaps, she flicked the lock and closed the door. Her heart was beating rampantly. Had they just gotten away with it? Well, they weren't in the clear. For a moment she considered stowing the heavy tomes in the library where she could pick them up easily tomorrow – it was one thing to be caught on her return to Magnus after dark, and quite another with these relics. She decided against it. Take them, she would. Her steps were quick and spurred by nerves and panic.
James` hadn’t as of yet received any lashes, somehow he had managed to avoid it despite altercations, yet he knew that this was entirely something else, if they were to be caught with these kind of goods there would be more then lashes in store for them. James watched as she closed and locked the door, at this point even he could feel his heart pounding, he didn’t expect to find what he did on all account but participating in the theft of forbidden tomes was a whole new level of shit to fall in if caught, “Alright, let’s get to the front entrance so we can take a look for any guards patrolling the halls. Then we bail one by one.” James had forgotten all about his curiosity surrounding this whole event with Lara, since he’d gotten a hold of two interesting tomes that was now what preoccupied his mind other then the present escape plan of course. He’d begin to make his way along the isle moving slowly so he didn’t leave Lara behind, he had to make sure they both got out so that neither would be put at risk of interrogation. Eventually he’d make his way to the entrance and move to one side, “Go across.” He’d give barely a whisper to her and hope she knew what he meant, which was to go to the other side of the entrance and look out at the hall as he did from the opposite angle. Shadows, footsteps, hell if even a light was seen out there it would mean they were stuck for the moment and what need to ditch said goods somewhere, these thoughts weren’t far from his mind as he tried to think of safe places to put his tomes in case it did happen. Looking out to the halls he stood his ground and looked, listened, so far nothing.
[Lara] The spitfire allowed him to take the lead of their rule-breaking, whispering some form of assent when he spoke of their supposed 'plan'. Behind him, the beauty was graceful and silent on bare feet, stumbling only when she quickened her pace without the boy before her doing the same, resulting in a quick collision much like their initial meeting this night. The feminine curvature of Lara's front pressed flush against his back, drawing a startled gasp from plush, ruby-stained lips. “Jams!” A moniker she'd given him lately, since the boy always had sticky fingers. “Move.” This, all whispered harshly as most as their discussions had been done. Altercation dismissed, she continued on their way and, clever enough, figured his meaning easily enough, going across when instructed to do so. From here, the belle peered forth. She saw nothing in the black abyss of the darkened corridors of Hecate's labyrinth. Even so, she was reluctant to take the leap. “Y.. you go first, okay?” Lara wasn't afraid of the dark, more like, she was afraid of what could hide in the darkness – she'd not forgotten the assault on her person, the night of the Masquerade. She couldn't forget. So driven by her desire for the tomes that earlier she'd pushed the thoughts away but, successful in thievery there was little else to think about.
James` held his position when Lara ran into his back, he could feel her against his back, “Want to hug Joli?”It was his nickname for her, one that of course she would understand being French, Joli meant beautiful. At her command he began to move again and when they were in position by either side of the door he could feel the anticipation of getting to read these tomes, more spells to learn or to craft depending on what was in these tomes. Right place at the right time had a whole other meaning to James after tonight, he knew they were going to get away with this, they had come so far, it was meant to be. He looked up to her with a smirk, “Pussy.” That was his fair well to the French ninja, a little jab back for good humor purposes only, of course, he quickly crept out into the hall, the darkness now ran with patches of light in the halls, he’d have to be quick a quiet to get back to his room with the tomes, Tritus charge! A series of ducking and weaving through the shadows eventually lead him to the end of his mission as he stepped through the doors of his room and closed them quietly behind him, “Extra credit time.”