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birthright_rpg2014-01-13 09:07 pm
whistlersmum) wrote in birthright_rpg2014-01-13 09:07 pm
Life and Death in the Stacks
Whistler had so become a fixture at the university library, students had started approaching him for reference information.
UNLV's Special Collections housed unique, rare, and specialized research material that documented the history, culture and physical environment of the city of Las Vegas, the Southern Nevada region, the gaming industry, and the University of Nevada Las Vegas.The collections included books, pamphlets, posters, serials and periodicals, scrapbooks, archives and manuscripts, maps, architectural drawings, photographs, and more recently, video and audio tapes.
Everything he needed about the history of Searchlight, the boomtown years, the historic landscape, prominent citizens. And, after days of searching, the Agent finally found the real treasure map he'd sought: a map of the town before it's decline in the nineteen forties.
His finger traced the streets that led to the (former) Catholic Church. "Here's the church, and here's the steeple. Open the doors..."
UNLV's Special Collections housed unique, rare, and specialized research material that documented the history, culture and physical environment of the city of Las Vegas, the Southern Nevada region, the gaming industry, and the University of Nevada Las Vegas.The collections included books, pamphlets, posters, serials and periodicals, scrapbooks, archives and manuscripts, maps, architectural drawings, photographs, and more recently, video and audio tapes.
Everything he needed about the history of Searchlight, the boomtown years, the historic landscape, prominent citizens. And, after days of searching, the Agent finally found the real treasure map he'd sought: a map of the town before it's decline in the nineteen forties.
His finger traced the streets that led to the (former) Catholic Church. "Here's the church, and here's the steeple. Open the doors..."
no subject
To see, but not to stop her. Nothing could stop her.
She pressed her palms on the wooden table and stood up. The hem of her skirt rolled up in the back, making it two inches shorter and lopsided. Death had many faces; today it looked harmless and mousy. Before she departed, a tick mark formed between her eyebrows. “Did you know that someone close to you almost met her end? She stared at me for a moment. Through the veil. I felt it.”
Dori eased away from her chair and began her descent to the first floor of the library. Her shoes made hushed noises on the carpeted stairs, her fingers whispering on the waxed rail. As she passed the circulation desk, they dusted along the edge there, too, and a librarian keeled over in her seat, the pain behind her eye revealing itself to be an aneurysm.
no subject
And then her words, once more.
'Did you know that someone close to you almost met her end? She stared at me for a moment. Through the veil. I felt it.;
That death would've been too much for him.
By that reasoning, if he stood by and did nothing, Whistler valued other lives less.
Which would make him, what? A monster? Technically he was already a demon. No, part demon. But he was also part angel. An Agent of Balance.
Well. Screw that.
It was time to pick a side.