Charlie sat on a chair behind his desk in his office. He hated sitting behind a desk, but his fellow members of staff told him that having proffesional meetings on the sofas that sat near a coffee table on one side of his office was unprofessional, so brought up an old desk from out of the sarcophagus, which he was currently using as a footrest while waiting for his guest.
Behind the desk sat a bookcase, taking up the rear wall of office, but it paled in comparison to the emmense library inside the sarcophagus. The bookcase was stacked with the key books of his necromantic arts. His own books took pride of place in the centre of the bookshelves, but other notable books did too. A First edition of Koshkei's reliquarium and a copy of Amenhoteph's Al-Khem, the book of the black earth, the best guide to egyptian necromance, written over three millenia ago, also populated the shelves. On the desk sat a laptop, as it was the 21st century, and a skull, because necromancers had to keep up standards. The had several sconces on the walls, each of which was lit by a bulb. Another wall was populated with a tea chest and shelves full of strange chemicals, eldritch things floating in formaldahyde, and various lengths of bone. Similarly, various sizes of saw and other tools hung close to it. The desk had various suturing needles and leather straps, several vials, and an electric kettle. The kettle had been used to make tea, an excellent oolong blend which was currently brewing in a teapot on his desk, alongside which sat a pair of mugs, one of which, charlie's, was black, slightly chipped and read 'Old necromancers never die'. The second, which he had prepaired for his guest, was brought from the Edinburgh necropolis gift shop.
A small skuttling noise disturbed the silence of the room, and an undead creature, a strange bone spider about a foot in diameter skuttled around the roof of the room, its bone legs clicking on the cold stone.
Charlie had recently met a student, intelligent and astute, who had been looking for a job. He had offered her a position as a casual lab assistant, someone to pass him tools and parts while he operated on new creations. He had recently had an incident where he had absentmindedly sewn a zombie's head on back to front, because he was also making a cup of tea while sewing the head on. He reanimated it and it sprinted straight into a wall, breaking several bones. Waste of a damn good femur. He had agreed to meet the woman in his office, and so he waited.
There was a loud knocking noise at the door.
"Come in" called Charlie, removing his feet from the sarcophagus and sliding them under his desk.
@Fudge
Behind the desk sat a bookcase, taking up the rear wall of office, but it paled in comparison to the emmense library inside the sarcophagus. The bookcase was stacked with the key books of his necromantic arts. His own books took pride of place in the centre of the bookshelves, but other notable books did too. A First edition of Koshkei's reliquarium and a copy of Amenhoteph's Al-Khem, the book of the black earth, the best guide to egyptian necromance, written over three millenia ago, also populated the shelves. On the desk sat a laptop, as it was the 21st century, and a skull, because necromancers had to keep up standards. The had several sconces on the walls, each of which was lit by a bulb. Another wall was populated with a tea chest and shelves full of strange chemicals, eldritch things floating in formaldahyde, and various lengths of bone. Similarly, various sizes of saw and other tools hung close to it. The desk had various suturing needles and leather straps, several vials, and an electric kettle. The kettle had been used to make tea, an excellent oolong blend which was currently brewing in a teapot on his desk, alongside which sat a pair of mugs, one of which, charlie's, was black, slightly chipped and read 'Old necromancers never die'. The second, which he had prepaired for his guest, was brought from the Edinburgh necropolis gift shop.
A small skuttling noise disturbed the silence of the room, and an undead creature, a strange bone spider about a foot in diameter skuttled around the roof of the room, its bone legs clicking on the cold stone.
Charlie had recently met a student, intelligent and astute, who had been looking for a job. He had offered her a position as a casual lab assistant, someone to pass him tools and parts while he operated on new creations. He had recently had an incident where he had absentmindedly sewn a zombie's head on back to front, because he was also making a cup of tea while sewing the head on. He reanimated it and it sprinted straight into a wall, breaking several bones. Waste of a damn good femur. He had agreed to meet the woman in his office, and so he waited.
There was a loud knocking noise at the door.
"Come in" called Charlie, removing his feet from the sarcophagus and sliding them under his desk.
@Fudge
