Snippet #2303742

Gaston LeGume

He focused on his reflection, his icy blue eyes staring back at him. The world around him was swirling, as if each item was over come by its own twister born from the darkness. The ground beneath him shook violently, though he remained still. Still he kept his gaze fixed upon himself, not daring to waver from his beautiful reflection, not until everything seemed calm and stable.

Finally, the world around him settled. He pocketed the small mirror and took a moment to gather in his surroundings. He was in a short corridor, and though the walls were once white, they were now stained and aging. To his right was a statue, a graceful woman with flowing stone dress. All but her head, which was missing and was replaced with the helmet of one of her would be guardsmen. Clearly, this was the home of a mad woman. He could hear the laughter coming from just beyond the corridor. Gaston adjusted his jacket walked toward the voices.

He leaned against the archway, his arms folded nonchalantly against his chest. Now this was interesting, The Mad Queen and the Captain. He listened intently as they humored they're empty little ideas of a murderous plot.

"Why waste your time with someone so trivial? I mean, if your gonna go on a killing spree, might as well go all out. What would you say if I told you I can offer you aid from someone very powerful and the lives of royalty at your mercy?"