Anna sat at her desk, the usual display of books open out on the tabletop. Her tone was serious, worn, and above all saddened. A pen poised in her hand as she scribbled down on a long roll of parchment. The books had no obscure text. English. Typed. And formal.

Rainy and wind strewn the stained glass windows of the Trüble estate were, the rain sheeting off of the panes in fell swoops. Lightning flickered softly in the far distance, hardly a rumble to be heard. The building stood two stories grand, white granite and stone in a gothique motif. Large pillars of white lay heading to the gravel turnabout ( Read more... )

Anna paced the hall, her old fasioned phone positioned between her ear and her shoulder. A mog frantically follows behind her, scrambling with an armful of telephone. The number had been dialed. Emma Frost's.

"Pick up, damn you..."

Anna had the supplies she needed to summon her mephits. The woman paced the summoning room floor, its shale floor providing the good surface for the chalk summoning circle. Pumpkin orange eyes cant down to her watch. She hoped Crumrin would arrive soon. This mess with the war, and now with Adam was getting to be too much. She looked beyond tired ( Read more... )

The night was long, sleep never coming as Anna continued to prepare the battle against Captain Rogers. Books now lay open and strewn throughout the library, scrolls pulled from their slots and unrolled to the floor. Thorn was off elsewhere preparing the arrival of the others if not catching some sleep himself. A warm bright green fire crackled on ( Read more... )

Anna sat on the couch, her legs dangling over the arm of the vanity style silk couch of a blatant black. Fingers idly play with a few strands of her black-brown hair, coiling it about her fingers. Exhaling with great boredom, Anna sits, her hair messy from playing with it for too long ( Read more... )

The front door burst open, kicked open by the owner herself. Luggage poured inside. Anna stepped inside, a smile that clearly showed how proud she was with her findings of her journey. A hand lifted to the woman's mouth, fingers poised to her lips to give a shrill whistle. Mogs began to pour out almost from the very woodwork, scuttling to help ( Read more... )

Anna sat on her bed, having just woken from her nap. Her face looked flushed, but refreshed. Thorn had send her to bed, which she needed, despite her refusal. The woman stood, turning to touch the small green orb on her bed stand.

"Thorn? Could you come up the master bedroom? I need a report on the investigation so far..."

Anna's footsteps stopped next to the bed turned down for the comatose Adam, his body casually fixed beneath the sheets, arms at his sides. Everything in the room was crisp, clean, and fresh. Flowers poked out from the mouth of a vase bringing a sweet scent of lilac to the air. The curtains had been pulled back, letting the sun beam down through the ( Read more... )

Anna stood just inside the door to the new Trüble estate, an arm kept to open the door for the rather inebriated Adam Douglas, Jr. The day had been fresh to the sky, small trails of orange still lingering on the waning horizon. The air seemed fresh the moment one stepped inside, unlike the stale scent and stagnant odor that Anna had first smelled ( Read more... )