Setting
Here is the Library; a maze of towering shelves and dusty books. Every subject you could imagine can be found explained in one of these thousands of works of literary genius... Including those one might deem unsuitable for the more common libraries of public domains. Of all the themes of Vankoryth's literature collection, those of sin, forbidden fantasy, of blood and the night; these are the most common... And if one looks deep enough, they find all sorts of secrets.
Castle Vankoryth Library
Here is the Library; a maze of towering shelves and dusty books. Every subject you could imagine can be found explained in one of these thousands of works of literary genius...
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Castle Vankoryth Library is a part of 
Castle Vankoryth Upper Level.
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Eros Loki [0] Eros Had a Rather....Unusal Childhood. He Killed His Father And Mother Using His Advanced...Untitled Pistols. He Grew Up By Himself Training Using All sorts Of Combat From Guns, To Hand-To-Hand Combat. More Information In Roleplay
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Margot Chevalier [0] Born to a French businessman and an English hairdresser, Margot was brought up learning about both sides of the coin - that is, her father taught her to spend what she had and her mother taught her to save what she could.
Joel Stét [0] Your typical 17 year old time traveller.
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Casren flinched, watching the detailed flesh shift under Mortuus's claw.
"Magic? A bit, whatever comes naturally, of course," He thought back to Constantinople, all of his education, then to the days in the forests of Transylvania. "Not as much as you, no doubt."
"Magic? A bit, whatever comes naturally, of course," He thought back to Constantinople, all of his education, then to the days in the forests of Transylvania. "Not as much as you, no doubt."
"Perhaps you know more. I have rarely used magic in my time. Only recently have I began to understand it."
The dragon lifted her talon to her chest, and inserted several claws into the rotting flesh, rending it apart. Inside her rib cage, the green Core pulsed, almost like a heartbeat.
"I know...whatever comes naturally. Just like you."
The Core glowed brilliantly, and soon began to pour from the dragon's center into the etching on Catira's back. A violent wind stirred in the library, and the color, the very solid being, of Mortuus, began to melt in the whirlwind. It swirled about the shelves and books before dancing into the symbol. The light grew brighter, and encased them all.
Then, nothing.
There was absolute silence. There was no green light. There was no Mortuus. On the ground, the girl lay. The circle lightly glowed with green, sealed up. There was something new to it. On either side of the circle, there was a pair of wings. One was torn and ripped, the other whole.
The dragon lifted her talon to her chest, and inserted several claws into the rotting flesh, rending it apart. Inside her rib cage, the green Core pulsed, almost like a heartbeat.
"I know...whatever comes naturally. Just like you."
The Core glowed brilliantly, and soon began to pour from the dragon's center into the etching on Catira's back. A violent wind stirred in the library, and the color, the very solid being, of Mortuus, began to melt in the whirlwind. It swirled about the shelves and books before dancing into the symbol. The light grew brighter, and encased them all.
Then, nothing.
There was absolute silence. There was no green light. There was no Mortuus. On the ground, the girl lay. The circle lightly glowed with green, sealed up. There was something new to it. On either side of the circle, there was a pair of wings. One was torn and ripped, the other whole.
Casren looked away, or tried to, but honestly couldn't pull his eyes from what was happening. He had never set his eyes upon a sight so gruesome, so magical, so arcane, so...Disgusting.
The bright light began to surround the room, and Casren scurried to the book. He poured over it as the magical display took part, closing his eyes and breathing in the air as it whipped around the room,
Then nothing. Opening his eyes, Casren crawled over to Catira. "Mortuus?" He looked at the wings, wanting to touch them.
Louder, "Mortuus?"
The bright light began to surround the room, and Casren scurried to the book. He poured over it as the magical display took part, closing his eyes and breathing in the air as it whipped around the room,
Then nothing. Opening his eyes, Casren crawled over to Catira. "Mortuus?" He looked at the wings, wanting to touch them.
Louder, "Mortuus?"
The wings melted down into her skin, creating a tattoo. The glow died down. Catira's eyes fluttered as she woke up, pushing herself up onto her hands. She rubbed her eyes, and stared right at Casren. They were not...they were not Catira's eyes.
They were Mortuus'.
"Casren. Does it look as though it has worked?"
They were Mortuus'.
"Casren. Does it look as though it has worked?"
Casren's jaw dropped, it would be many moments before he could utter words.
"I uh ah buh bum er eh yeah uh I mean it uh," He stared deep into the eyes of Mortuus, getting used to the change, finding himself loving the change.
"Yes," Casren finally managed to utter, "It appears to have worked fabulously, I think." HIs brow furrowed, and he gestured towards her back.
"You have wings, er...Wing'g. They might both work....Er, a mirror, perhaps?"
"I uh ah buh bum er eh yeah uh I mean it uh," He stared deep into the eyes of Mortuus, getting used to the change, finding himself loving the change.
"Yes," Casren finally managed to utter, "It appears to have worked fabulously, I think." HIs brow furrowed, and he gestured towards her back.
"You have wings, er...Wing'g. They might both work....Er, a mirror, perhaps?"
The girl moved her hands to her back, and the dress, from being cut in the back, sloped down one arm. She felt the skin where the tattoo was, but felt nothing but...warmth.
"I can feel things, Casren." said Mortuus, eyes widening. "More than before." The girl got up onto her feet wobbly. She wrapped her arms around her. "I feel...I believe...strange must be the word."
"I can feel things, Casren." said Mortuus, eyes widening. "More than before." The girl got up onto her feet wobbly. She wrapped her arms around her. "I feel...I believe...strange must be the word."
Casren dutifully averted his eyes from the fallen garment, instead focusing on her own eyes. He watched the wonder pass through them, smiling despite his own strange shakiness.
Feel things? He smiled again, skin was wonderful. He himself missed feeling things to the extent that he did, being mortal. Casren said nothing about these feelings, and simply nodded. "Strange, yes," He held out his arms as she wobbled, moving into a position best suited to catch a falling person. "Careful. Two feet are less stable than four."
Feel things? He smiled again, skin was wonderful. He himself missed feeling things to the extent that he did, being mortal. Casren said nothing about these feelings, and simply nodded. "Strange, yes," He held out his arms as she wobbled, moving into a position best suited to catch a falling person. "Careful. Two feet are less stable than four."
"Aren't they, though?" said Mortuus, blinking. She seemed surprised at that. Blinking. She could feel that. "Everything is more vivid." She walked alongside him, crossing her arms, feeling skin against skin. Her weight pressing on her feet, against the ground. The smell of the library, of pages and dust and...
Well, that was strange. She could not smell Casren at all. She looked at him, eyes lingering forever. She raised a hand, lifting one finger out to poke his cheek.
Well, that was strange. She could not smell Casren at all. She looked at him, eyes lingering forever. She raised a hand, lifting one finger out to poke his cheek.
He continued to watch her, completely entranced. She was beautiful, she was whole, she was Mortuus standing before him in a form like no other.
She was human, she was there, real and-eh?
"What was that for?" He asked, the corner of his mouth pulling into a smile.
She was human, she was there, real and-eh?
"What was that for?" He asked, the corner of his mouth pulling into a smile.
"I was curious, Casren." said Mortuus, withdrawing her hand. She clasped them at her waist, inclining her head curiously. While she had possessed the girl, Catira had been the dominant host of the body, and therefore muddled Mortuus' senses. Now, hit full-force by the girl's emotions, senses...and such a youthful mind...she did not quite know what to do with herself!
"Do you understand what I have done, Casren?"
"Do you understand what I have done, Casren?"
She nodded, then turned her head over her shoulder to look at the tattoo. "Do you know what that means?" she asked. The tattoo lit up again, and the wings lifted from her back, and grew.
Catira crumpled, and the wind and the green Core burst from her back. Crawling out from it, as well, was the dragon, who stared Casren in the eye.
"It is a disguise."
Catira crumpled, and the wind and the green Core burst from her back. Crawling out from it, as well, was the dragon, who stared Casren in the eye.
"It is a disguise."
"Ahhhhh...." Casren's eyes reflected the ominous green light.
"A disguise, no matter. My skin will die as soon as I do," He tapped his noggin, then sighed. "When you're not in her she just..." He waggled a hand, "Like that?"
"A disguise, no matter. My skin will die as soon as I do," He tapped his noggin, then sighed. "When you're not in her she just..." He waggled a hand, "Like that?"
Mortuus tilted her head to the side, then retreated within Catira's body. "What is-" She waggled her hand much like Casren did, looking at him with those curious, large green eyes.
"Uh, a hand gesture. It's part of a thing called Body Language. When I flail like that," Casren did it again, "I'm meaning to say whatever I'm," He did it again, "-ing at!" Casren beamed.
"Oh Harlequin..."
The phantomous voice of Zosimos haunted every corner of the great library. Dressed in black silk attire and soft bottom slippers, he blended in with the shadows quite well. One moment he stood dwarfed by the ornately carved door frame the next-
-Zosimos perched atop a bookshelf in the corner. He came to a rise in the growing shadows of a dwindling chandelier flame. Was that a hint of a grin set upon his face?
"Harlequin, grand kin of mine.."
Zosimos dropped from the shelf without so much as a sound as he slipped into a pool of shadows, only to creep across the room and emerge from behind yet another shelf. Casually he walked to a broad table with many open books laying upon it. The vampire descended into a chair, teeth gleaming.
"...Haaaarlequiiiiin..."
The phantomous voice of Zosimos haunted every corner of the great library. Dressed in black silk attire and soft bottom slippers, he blended in with the shadows quite well. One moment he stood dwarfed by the ornately carved door frame the next-
-Zosimos perched atop a bookshelf in the corner. He came to a rise in the growing shadows of a dwindling chandelier flame. Was that a hint of a grin set upon his face?
"Harlequin, grand kin of mine.."
Zosimos dropped from the shelf without so much as a sound as he slipped into a pool of shadows, only to creep across the room and emerge from behind yet another shelf. Casually he walked to a broad table with many open books laying upon it. The vampire descended into a chair, teeth gleaming.
"...Haaaarlequiiiiin..."
"What?" He snapped, his voice darting around the room as though sound was light, and bricks were mirrors. He was, of course, no-where to be seen. He did not know this vampire, not really, and had no interest in revealing himself to 'talk'. He hated talking... He would go years without it, if he could. Words were the tools of snakes and worms and he was a Harlequin; he would prefer to jest and dance in death.
Of course, he hadn't yet gotten around to explaining why he wasn't entertaining Kings and their courts. He preferred not to have an audience for his work.
Of course, he hadn't yet gotten around to explaining why he wasn't entertaining Kings and their courts. He preferred not to have an audience for his work.
Zosimos examined his nails with a grin. So the little bastard was present, was he?
"What? You weren't at the meeting!" He flourished, silken sleeves glistening in the light, "'Tis but my duty to check upon my line." The old vampire snickered, tipping back in his chair and letting it come down with a hollow boom.
"You heard about Daemala, yes?"
"What? You weren't at the meeting!" He flourished, silken sleeves glistening in the light, "'Tis but my duty to check upon my line." The old vampire snickered, tipping back in his chair and letting it come down with a hollow boom.
"You heard about Daemala, yes?"
"No," he answered, his curiosity gripped a little, but not so hard as to bring him out of hiding. Did he truly care enough about Daemala to inquire what she had been doing? Not particularly. As long as she didn't go getting herself killed by people who were not him, he had no care what the woman did.
"She's going to get herself killed you know," Zosimos commented nonchalantly. Grinning he stood on his chair, then stepped fluidly onto the table. The man tiptoed around novels and 'pedias alike with the air of interest thick in the way his eyes slipped from page to page. He wasn't reading anything. He was listening for his trickster grandkin.
The face behind the hidden mask scrunched up a little. He wasn't particularly keen about that. Still, he didn't want to show he actually cared, so he rubbed an itch in his eye and pretended to take a breath.
".. So?"
That's right, just play it down. Why should he care that his victim was going to get herself killed by someone who was not him?
".. So?"
That's right, just play it down. Why should he care that his victim was going to get herself killed by someone who was not him?
"Slaughtered...annihilated...whisked away to a far away planet and never seen again..."
Zosimos balanced precariously on the edge of the table, pointing out a toe to catch the back of a lush wheeled arm chair. Kicking from the table he stood on it as it rotated.
"Some think it would be wise to keep her...Here."
Zosimos balanced precariously on the edge of the table, pointing out a toe to catch the back of a lush wheeled arm chair. Kicking from the table he stood on it as it rotated.
"Some think it would be wise to keep her...Here."
"She can't go to another planet," he said, stepping out of the shadows. "That's stupid. Are you drinking infected blood?"
"Oh, but she can," Zosimos's grin grew almost to reach his ears as the Harlequin emerged from the darkness.
"When alien forces come to whisk her from her job, who is anyone to stop them? Thank goodness we were all there, at the meeting, else..." He waved a hand, indicating that she would have been gone.
"Forever, most likely."
"When alien forces come to whisk her from her job, who is anyone to stop them? Thank goodness we were all there, at the meeting, else..." He waved a hand, indicating that she would have been gone.
"Forever, most likely."
"Well I forbid her from doing it. So you better run along and tell her that or I'll knife her!" He snapped; his teeth against each other like hammer and anvil.
"And you should do it now instead of wasting time pestering me about it!"
He was sulking now, and clambered back up into the high shadows of the upper shelves to resume hiding.
"And you should do it now instead of wasting time pestering me about it!"
He was sulking now, and clambered back up into the high shadows of the upper shelves to resume hiding.
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