A Jekyll and Hyde Story/Roleplay

Part 8

A: "Oh Keza is perfectly fine." No one had ever offered to call her 'Miss' anything, so often she didn't give her last name. "Though my last name is Lovelle if you'd feel more comfortable using Miss." She was finding herself more and more fond of him as time went by. He was a gorgio she wouldn't mind being around, his manners refreshing and the ability to be frank with him made her feel lighter than ever before.

B: "You know, what we could try, is sessions where you simply speak the translations of your book and I write them as notes. Then, I can gradually put the notes into sections in this here book? We can then fill spare pages with our findings, I guess I could show you my own research log.." *He suggested, although sounded a little uncertain when saying he'd show her his research log. Really, he didn't want Hyde to get involved here at all, but maybe it was something that would help her to understand that having some beast hang over your shoulder doesn't mean you're all bad. No matter what demon it is. But that was a little away, first they must get to know each other - if that was their future anyway*.

A: Keza thought for a few moments before smiling. "I think that would be quicker than me translating it myself." She chuckled softly, "I'm not actually that good at writing neatly and quickly. I didn't have much practice in my youth." She thought of how much was in the book, and how long it might take the two of them to translate it. Less time than herself, but still at least a few days. He may have to wait for her to catch up on sleep though, she was already feeling exhausted after the first day of the full moon, she needed to rest soon.

B: "Unless I can find someone who can do it even faster than the both of us?" *He suggested. They were nearing their destination now. Jekyll was thinking deeply. Even though he was trying to help her, he still had the dreadful, evil, heavy weight of the fact that he had killed someone. And it was real. How had he been controlling himself? How had he not fallen down the hole of darkness and had a complete breakdown yet? Or was it yet to come? He was 100% sure Hyde was to make another appearance sooner or later. He felt like something so so tiny, at any point, could tip him over the edge and the world - and Keza - would see Hyde yet again. It was like when you had friends or family over, and you try to somewhat impress them, even though they're your friends; you still try to carry as many plates at once as you possibly can. And it's then, only then, that those plates are vulnerable: a particular gust of wind, the brush of someone walking past, a twitch, a jerk, the slightest of trips or shuffles or misplacement of feet and SMASH! Pottery all over the floor. It was like that. Then everyone looks at you - in this scenario, it was laughter that would likely fill the room and someone would help, but if it was the SMASH of Hyde, it would only cause chaos! People would freak, people would run, some may attack! No one would help.*

A: Music danced through the air as the two neared the park, just like the twin girls that each held a tambourine as they weaved in and out of a small gathering of people who were watching and listening. Keza smiled at them, but when they moved toward her she waved them off. She didn't have the time to talk right now. "I don't know of anyone close enough to be of service right now. I wouldn't want just anyone having such sensitive information. You are alright, as you understand, but many of my people would see only one option, and that would be rather terrible for me." The music seemed to pick up as they passed, the twin girls twirling and spinning faster, laughter peppering the air like bells.

B: "I was thinking of someone who I knew who we could trust, as I trust them to know everything about me. But if you prefer only myself to know then that is alright by me", *Robert explained with a smile at the end. The loud sounds that erupted from their destination weren't too appealing to Robert. Since being a young man, Hyde hadn't had much affect on the Jekyll, apart from the stress. But as he's grown to middle age and matured, Hyde gave him gifts which sometimes were good and sometimes were bad. His senses were every so slightly better than a regular persons. He could smell a little better, hear a little better, a better way to describe it is like cat senses. Not too over powering but more powerful than a normal person's. But this did mean the music here was a little unpleasant. He twisted his neck, making it crack.* "Anywhere in particular you want to have a look at?"