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[Darnley lives a regimented existence. There is a routine to almost every aspect of his life, from waking to sleeping. This is not because he needs to be particularly organised, but because it creates the kind of impression of his character that he likes. His image; his reputation is everything. It is the very thing which keeps people from perhaps looking too closely at the absences in his day, where he seems to have no routine at all.
Sometimes he fills those hours attending the funerals of those who have passed; interesting and well-lived individuals, all of whom have insured their life through his company. Sometimes, instead, he immerses himself in the souls he has preserved and the memories; the emotions that come with them.
Today he has left an early service, and has some hours before he has to return to the office. People watching can be a tedious endeavour, but he takes a news paper, sits himself on a nice bench in the sun, and he observes. Part of his gift; this thing which he has had all his life, is that he can sense in a person their -- not worth, but whether or not their life holds promise. If it's worth preserving, when the time comes. His eye catches the sun reflecting off ... hair, maybe. Light and shiny, and Darnley look closer and senses -- promise. On and off, his eyes raise from his news paper to observe and perhaps, from a distance, it might be misconstrued as the wrong kind of interest (as if his true interest is the right kind), but he's more than happy to offer an excuse. ]
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Sometimes he fills those hours attending the funerals of those who have passed; interesting and well-lived individuals, all of whom have insured their life through his company. Sometimes, instead, he immerses himself in the souls he has preserved and the memories; the emotions that come with them.
Today he has left an early service, and has some hours before he has to return to the office. People watching can be a tedious endeavour, but he takes a news paper, sits himself on a nice bench in the sun, and he observes. Part of his gift; this thing which he has had all his life, is that he can sense in a person their -- not worth, but whether or not their life holds promise. If it's worth preserving, when the time comes. His eye catches the sun reflecting off ... hair, maybe. Light and shiny, and Darnley look closer and senses -- promise. On and off, his eyes raise from his news paper to observe and perhaps, from a distance, it might be misconstrued as the wrong kind of interest (as if his true interest is the right kind), but he's more than happy to offer an excuse. ]