Zlaw's Echo

Despite his name, Emmet Von Batchky was not a nobleman. His family had once been noble indeed, but the title had been stupidly lost in a poker game one night, long before he was born. His ancestors had however kept handing down the particle in their surname to their descendants anyway; it was not what had interested the poker player that night, after all. Emmet did not resent that careless forefather for his negligence. He had no particular desire to be anything more than he was. Other than this silly misadventure, all members of his family had done quite well for themselves, even without officially being part of some so-called high society, and his parents were no different. He was born to Emma and Tybalt Von Batchky, both with respectable professions, and who raised him with a strong enough work ethic so that he would eventually be in a position to boast of the same achievement. But not being in need was not the main reason for which Emmet had no dreams of grandeur despite his lin...

Strauss traverse la petite allée de gravillons qui amène jusqu'à la porte de la maison d'Uriel Uglow. Il est juste assez tard dans la matinée pour qu'il ne soit pas considéré qu'il est trop tôt pour une visite impromptue. Le mathématicien n'est jamais venu, et l'adresse ne lui a jamais été communiquée directement par le résident, alors il ne voudrait pas ajouter à l'incongruité de sa présence. Son passage s'impose cependant. Il est rare que toute leur équipe tombe d'accord sur quoi que ce soit, et c'est pourtant ce qui s'est passé la veille. Chacun avait des raisons différentes de valider sa proposition de se charger d'aller s'assurer de l'état de l'infirmier, mais l'essentiel reste qu'elle ait été acceptée. Lorsqu'il atteint le seuil, Strauss frappe quelques coups, parfaitement mesurés afin d'être entendus sans pour autant en devenir agressifs. Des pas à l'intérieur indiquent ensuite l'approche de l...