http://le-traitre.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] le-traitre.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shifted_logs 2010-03-16 02:05 pm (UTC)

Technology was foreign to Robespierre, as it should be for a man in the 18th century. He was reminded of the book under his arm as he looked at the datapad, but he knew there was no magic in the device. Still, to write without a quill, he was slightly amused at that. It would be a welcome change, even he knew.

"It is temporary," he spoke simply, as it wasn't a question, "Then I suppose you can be of some use. How lucky that you do have something to communicate with."

Robespierre looked away to the walls. He closed the distance and touched the wall thoughtfully with his hand. It would be easy to simply break down the walls and move that way to freedom, but he already had a feeling that the Plane would not allow that simple of a solution. Without pausing to consult his new companion, Robespierre started to trace what seemed like a word onto the wall. After a moment, the motion he had made glowed on the wall, showing the Latin word "Seclorum." Each letter's light raced away to different directions, as if to find the maze's end.

This was all quite normal to Robespierre, so he quite nonchalantly leaned against the wall and opened the book as if to read. "If it works, we will know where the end is."

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