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The Thaumaturges of New Year's Eve

Notre Dame de Paris

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a part of The Thaumaturges of New Year's Eve, by Lerke.

This place is freezing cold. But beautiful inside. This is the meeting place of two evil wizards. They aren't christian at all, but to them it all make sense somehow.

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Notre Dame de Paris

This place is freezing cold. But beautiful inside. This is the meeting place of two evil wizards. They aren't christian at all, but to them it all make sense somehow.

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Notre Dame de Paris is a part of Paris.


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Meanwhile, as the snow fell heavily in front of the rose window, one could detect two shadows fighting their way towards a small door between two lancet windows. One of them took out an enourmous golden key, put it in and the door clacked open accompanied by a hissing noise. The room was warm but extremely dusty, it looked as if it everything was covered with snow too. Strange objects were standing around, globes, heavy tomes and astrological devices. One of the hooded odd-looking individuals presented the other one a Louis-XIV-armchair that seemed to want to fall apart any second. The other one declined. 'This will suffice', he said, waiting for the other to present his offer.

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The Tall Spires of the Cathedrale de Notre Dame were being dusted, almost magically, with soft coverings of beautiful white snow. The vivid and grotesque atmosphere the features of the gargoyles created, was muted by the odd adjustment to the scene and as one of the old Cathedral bells tolled nine times and sent echoes throughout the dim light of dusk, a dark silhouette appeared in the sky.

The average, snowbound pace of a seemingly middle-aged woman, who was walking alone through the grounds, quickened upon noticing the large bird that was drifting effortlessly into her vicinity. Chills had rushed down her spine, however not those you would expect to get from the chilled air... No. Dark, secret and mysterious things had put her hairs on edge and sent her pulse racing as The Raven perched acutely upon a tattered railing.

The magnificent bird stood balanced using its large wingspan to adjust to the forthcoming wind. After several seconds of re-adjustment he began to preen the feathers on the inside of his right wing.

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Over the roofs - scrivel, scravel - scuttled a small squirrel - constantly looking through the cinquefoil windows, he sprinted from one light to another, stopping here and then, looking into the night and listening to the dark. His eyes here and now showed some white while looking at things in the corner of his eye as he smiled with his mouth open as - was he a bit flaky? The whole town was illuminated and sky became almost red from the beam. 'It is a wonderful night, perfect night', he said to himself, quivering with joy.
A load of snow had loosened from a rib and fell on him. He squeaked as he rolled down a the roof. Two seconds later he got back on his feet, shaking his fur he griped, spat and cursed as he continued to scamper around shafts and capitals. Millipede heard a caw.

That would be Mister Raven. Oh, how I long for us to finally meet!

There he was, the Raven, inattentive with his head in his wings. The squirrel rushed even faster and jumped on the raven using him as a vaulting bock. Then he turned around braking sharply, sorted his hat and his walking stick and said: "Good evening, Sir, I think we have met before."

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Over the roofs - scrivel, scravel - scuttled a small squirrel - constantly looking through the cinquefoil windows, he sprinted from one light to another, stopping here and then, looking into the night and listening to the dark. His eyes here and now showed some white while looking at things in the corner of his eye as he smiled with his mouth open as - was he a bit flaky? The whole town was illuminated and sky became almost red from the beam. 'It is a wonderful night, perfect night', he said to himself, quivering with joy.
A load of snow had loosened from a rib and fell on him. He squeaked as he rolled down a the roof. Two seconds later he got back on his feet, shaking his fur he griped, spat and cursed as he continued to scamper around shafts and capitals. Millipede heard a caw.

That would be Mister Raven. Oh, how I long for us to finally meet!

There he was, the Raven, inattentive with his head in his wings. The squirrel rushed even faster and jumped on the raven using him as a vaulting bock. Then he turned around braking sharply, sorted his hat and his walking stick and said: "Good evening, Sir, I think we have met before."

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Over the roofs - scrivel, scravel - scuttled a small squirrel - constantly looking through the cinquefoil windows, he sprinted from one light to another, stopping here and then, looking into the night and listening to the dark. His eyes here and now showed some white while looking at things in the corner of his eye as he smiled with his mouth open as - was he a bit flaky? The whole town was illuminated and sky became almost red from the beam. 'It is a wonderful night, perfect night', he said to himself, quivering with joy.
A load of snow had loosened from a rib and fell on him. He squeaked as he rolled down a the roof. Two seconds later he got back on his feet, shaking his fur he griped, spat and cursed as he continued to scamper around shafts and capitals. Millipede heard a caw.

That would be Mister Raven. Oh, how I long for us to finally meet!

There he was, the Raven, inattentive with his head in his wings. The squirrel rushed even faster and jumped on the raven using him as a vaulting bock. Then he turned around braking sharply, sorted his hat and his walking stick and said: "Good evening, Sir, I think we have met before."

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The Raven was hard at work on his plumage, ruffling wispy yet elegant feathers into an orderly fashion. The distant sound of a squeak reverberated around his eardrum but to no effect, for you see The Raven was a proud, dedicated and highly focused character. It wasn't until the squirrel pushed itself off him that his head shot up in disgust and he retorted in a dark but calm and yet handsomely charming voice;

'Touch me again, glorified rat, and ill remove you of your left eye. As for your untimely demeanor, i must say i am most displeased. Its not fitting to leave engagements to the last moment, wouldn't you agree?.' He chimed in annoyance as if his time could have been better spent elsewhere.

In all honesty, The Raven was generally not too fond of any company, let alone company that required him too sit out in the chilling snow in the fading light. He usually spent his time aflight, hunting or thinking, or perched eagle-eyed in the belfry of the Notre Dame Cathedral, reading or evaluating the marvelous views of Paris. Yes, he liked to be alone.

'So what was so important you couldn't get here on time?' He continued gruffly.

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The chilly wind roamed about the cathedral, whistling as it lifted the pure white snow, which was gently lifted off the ground. The otherwordly visage seemed perfect for the entry of an archetypical villain- a cloaked figure strutting about like a peacock, summoning a black crow as he entered the cathedral would be nothing alien of this scene. Although in this particular story, Alberto came about not strutting, but trotting. He was panting heavily as he came to view, his face lit with exhaustion disfigured by concern, making his opportunity for a sublime entry of villany fall flat.

His ungraceful trotting came to an end, as he surrendered to fatigue. The very long silky sleeves of his robe- which went down as far to the floor- outlined the figure of his hands with modest precision, as the shiny fabric escorted his hands faithfully. Alberto put his hands on his knees, and panted heavily for twenty seconds of exhaustion. He coughed... and nothing happened. So he coughed again, and yet again nothing happened. The whispering of the winds being his only answer. His loud voice shattered the silence "Crow! Please, get over here. I need you for my grand entrance. No magician looks more stylish than when he brands a black raven- of sheer darkness!" and with that, he wrecked any remaining chance of making a grand reveal. A police officer who was patrolling about, raised an eyebrow at what he had just heard. Only to quickly dismiss it with a chuckle.

Alberto raised his gaze towards the magnificent cathedral that lay before him. "So this is Notre Dame." He shifted his eyes through the entricate yet smooth decoration, giving the cathedral a magnifiscent aura. "Say, the french spared no expense in building this colossal wonder." The pure snow gave in to his weight with a muffled crushing sound as he paced around the cathedral. He raised his right hand to right in front of his face. With his left hand, he twisted a ring that rested on his right ring finger. A small blue drop of blood emerged from the wound. "An excellent way to distinguish the capital of france. The bishop who built it thought the same thing, I am sure." he commented, awe was noticeable on his voice.

A man clad in a navy blue winter coat approached Alberto- he was getting closer than Alberto would've liked. The air was filled with the chirping of uninterested tourists and natives alike. "Sir, I am going to ask you to remove your hood." Antonio looked nervous "I don't feel like it, leave me alone, good sir." The coat clad man shuffled in place and continued "Sir, please remove your headgear while on public. If I ask, it's a courtesy" Antonio blinked, and recalled, -ah right, public dress code-. He sighed, "You brought this on yourself sir..." with that blood gushed from his wound, fast enough for it to make the air whistle about it, his blood formed a needle and injected itself into the law enforcing man. This knocked the policeman out flat. Antonio was careful to discreetly wrap his blood around the officer, to manipulate his blood and make it seem like the officer was simply walking away. "Now, I do believe someone is expecting me inside." He gingerly walked his way to an alley, aware that his flamboyant style of dress drew a lot of attention -not to mention the blue skin- he chuckled -and hair- he gave in to laughter at that thought.

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The Raven looked up as the newcomer entered the scene. It was a sight he didn't want to see, this dark wizards entrance meant The Ravens duties had caught up with him and there was nothing he enjoyed about being forced to be sociable. He despised Alberto, as he did all his past associates. It was nothing personal, even the strong-willed bird had to admit, but this fact was probably one of the reasons they had all been lost to the miserable grasp of mortality, for you see The Raven was cruel, cold and had an intelligent yet deceivingly manipulative mind.

'Raven, Crow there is a big difference, my friend' he said in a hearty tone but with loathsome thoughts as he began to unveil his plumage. He jumped from the railing not even looking back for the squirrel for they both knew the laws of the Anthomorphic Council, and they were laws to be abided by to ensure the security of thier secrecy.

The Raven was aloft for no more than three seconds before, and with a violent flapping of the wings, he came to rest atop Albertos left shoulder. It took him a moment and he had to pace over to the right shoulder and back again before he settled in the spot he considered gave him the best view.

The police officer entered the scene much too fast for The Ravens liking but before he could caw his interjections the man was out cold.

'Do you always have to do the blood thing? it makes my feathers stand on end and for heavens sake take me inside please, this cold is doing nothing for my asthma' The large bird joked with a definite underlying message.

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'Oh no no no no no!' Lord Millipede squeaked as the Raven flew down answering the call of his host. Gripping his head with his tiny paws he wandered in circles, making little patterns in the snow. 'Why do I always have to be late! Now I didn't get to ask my question!'

Too late, too late...maybe it was time to buy a watch? He had been much worse in his younger days. During the last year, he had proven to be quite trustworthy carrying out quite a lot of tasks for his master meticulously. 'What do I do, what do I do', his neurosis crept into his veins giving him heebie-jeebies...He had to follow them and watch them before he could trust the Raven. Maybe he would be loyal to his master after all and Millipede would never know what all the New Year's fuzz was all about.

Of course he wouldn't babble it all out as he had done in the past, as he used to talk to himself very often. 'I'm in control' - he took a deep breath, sighed, scratched his ear and nose and ran or rather slid down the roof, climbing down a lot of complicated icy structures, almost falling here and then, pausing while trying not to get a heart attack and so on.

He slipped head first through the main entrance, sniffed and looked for conspicuous individuals. It was not long before he spotted, while hiding in the shadows, the Raven sitting on top of the wizard. A police officer walked away from him. Well, he didn't seem to be that evil...there was nothing to be scared about...was there? Then it struck him like a flying brick: Oh, what I would now give for a little beechnut!

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Interlude

The Raven and the Squirrel

The Raven flies away

Alberto de Iturpide and the Raven inside Notre Dame

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The Ravens head moved in an almost a twitchy manner, eyeing the building up and down before voicing,

'You humans are useless, cant do anything yourselves' He said in his charming yet demeaning voice, and with that he rested his bodyweight backwards before thrusting forwards and taking flight once more. He knew the building like the back of his wing, for one of the many belfry's was where he resided.

Up and up he flew circling the stone walls of the ancient monument before coming to land on the sill of an open window. He hopped off of one leg and was inside. 'Warmth!' was all he could think before he carefully glided down onto a pew. He knew the Keys were rested on a hook in the caretakers room, which thanks to human incompetence the Raven thought was wide open... he grabbed the keyring with his beak and flew back out of the Cathedral.

Watching as Alberto almost shrieked at the squirrel the Raven landed on a nearby fence, as not to be disturbed by flailing and instead focused on rebalancing his body.

'Yes, but if it does, i can show you a great method of breaking their necks, where you hear every ligiment-popping detail.' he replied with a calm face, which only exaggerated his seriousness.

'Can you get these keys please? Cough! Cough!' He asked with a sarcastic tone to his voice.

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The Raven flew overhead in the moonlit sky, back to the confines set by the laws of familiarity, however his disappearence from his masters side would not go unnoted, and he knew there would be consequences to pay.

The Raven looked somewhat broader, less rugged and alot more bullish than he did when he departed, only he knew why, and when he swept in through a high window and perched on the high beams inside the cathedral he creeched to let his master know of his return.

News had reached his ears of the meeting set to be held by Weston the Owl. He'd never much liked the owl, but he never much liked anyone.

The Raven was prepared to attend but of course, he had his own agendas.