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Setting

Rooms are nestled amidst the never-ending corridors and hallways. One could get lost for days by simply taking the wrong turn; and the identical red carpets acting like a blanket for each road would only serve to hinder you.
Only the vases of dead flowers...
The dusty paintings of unnerving figures,
Ever-watching eyes...
And of course, the occasional prowler...
Could help you on your way to your destination..

  • GUEST ROOMS
  • RESIDENTIAL CHAMBERS
  • AKIO'S LAB
  • LIBRARY

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Castle Vankoryth Upper Level

Rooms are nestled amidst the never-ending corridors and hallways. Akio's Lab, Residential Chambers, and the Library are on this floor.

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Castle Vankoryth Upper Level is a part of Castle Vankoryth.

1 Places in Castle Vankoryth Upper Level:

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Akira [1]
Aline Banford [1] Commodore Aline "Devil's Grace" Banford
Ashnu [1] What? You found something?! Let me see.
Desmond Cooper [1] "Me, werewolf?" He laughs. "No madame, I am much more than that."
White Dawn [1] A thin old man, shrouded in a white veil.

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Jaeda lost herself to the craving. Even as the change began, her tongue ran alongside the edges of the glass to get the very last droplet possible.

The glass dropped, bounced once on the floor, and cracked. Jaeda fell on her back, fingers gripping at the ground. Her breathing became labored, and, eventually, slowed. The feeling running through her was the most amazing thing she had ever known. It all hit her right before the sting to her heart.

She tightened into the fetal position, gripping at her chest as she felt- oh, it must have been a knife- strike through the delicate organ. Tears streamed from her eyes, she let out a cry.

"You're...asking me?" she spat. "I...I can't..."

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"You're not yet ready to embrace your nature," Ravenlock replied. "Only when you welcome it will you be ready to take that step. Calm yourself, hunter. I can taste your fear, hear your cries, it is unbecoming of you. Now tell me, what have you done?"

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The former slayer wormed over to her bed, pulling herself up onto her feet. Her nails dug into her skin, trying to relieve, or distract, from the pain inside her rib cage.

All at once, it stopped.

The room became silent and still. Not one sound could be heard, not even her breath, which she then lacked. She rose her face to the ceiling, eyes closed. Well.

So this was power.

She immersed herself in the sights from Ravenlock's eyes, the scents, the knowledge of every heartbeat around her. There were, unsurprisingly, few, but she knew.

"...something astounding."

None too slowly, the woman's body dissolved into a flurry of bats, which thundered down the stairs and out of Vankoryth castle, into the city.

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Almost silently, his feet softly met the floor of the empty guest room he had clambered through the window of. An ornate bed sat at the centre of the room, neatly made and clearly unused. The cloaked young man crossed the room to the door without pausing for long. An unused room was not what he was looking for.

He clicked the door into the corridor open quietly, peering out at the lengthy hall with searching golden eyes. It seemed the coast was clear. Guards were thinner this deep into the castle, it seemed. He slipped out and shut the door behind him. Cautiously, staying near to the shadows, he began to progress down the corridor. At each door, he touched his hand to the handle and paused for a short time before moving on, never actually opening the doors.

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The paintings were whispering among themselves, in the eerie way they did. You could never truly hear what they were saying, but you knew they were saying it, and to whom they spoke. Their voices even penetrated the shadows.

He could smell it, the intruder, on everything it touched and everywhere it went. Here it was, how did it sneak past the front gates? If he caught it, the man would be sure to ask. One moment here he was behind a sculpture moonbeam slitting his nose with illumination, the next thirty feet down the hall in the shadow of a curtain wide open. Yet he stayed far behind the intruder.

Giggling heard up ahead. Oh, of course the paintings were on to both of them! Zosimos paid them no heed, glared at one, then faded into a new shaded spot. What was it doing? Curiosity ebbed at him. It itched, he faded closer to the invader, it burned, here he was not twenty feet behind.

"What is it you seek?" He stood cloaked in contrast, smiling, teeth sparkling once before disappearing behind a waiting pause.

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The cloaked figure turned to face Zosimos sharply, golden eyes narrowing upon the vampire that had managed to sneak up on him. The scent of the creatures was strong enough here that his approach had gone unnoticed until now, lost amidst the background of scents so similar. The man's smile was off-putting, and the young intruder frowned back at him.

He thought quickly.

"Here for Catira." he stated, "Am a friend of-" What had been the boy's name? He'd skimmed over it during the reading, but it had been unique enough to remember... yes, that was it. "-Casper. Know him? He's been doing work for you... people. He couldn't come. Asked me to instead."

Lies, all lies, but not a hint of them on his face. An unchanging wary frown, like any who found themselves in a dangerous rat's nest, invited or nay. Like any were that might dare to walk the home of vampires, wolf or otherwise, without knowing what grudges they held. "Trying to find her room. Guard just said this floor." There was a distinctly feline quality to the boy's voice - stretched vowels, a manner of speech that was at once both languid and sharp, biting.

"Who are you?" Turn the question on its head, as an innocent might, secure in the knowledge they had every right to be there and have their questions answered. Bluff.

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Zosimos's eyes did not move. Instead he drew closer, step by subtle step. The portraits giggled some more, whispering of deceit and truth. He pushed their voices from his mind. More often than not, they were liars. Catira? He remembered the girl, if anything from Casren's memories of her. Casper, that name rang a bell, but...

Where had he heard that name before? Zosimos mused, eyes glass, over his own thoughts and recollections. This one was trying to find Catira's room, on an errand for Casper, a delivery? A pick up?

"Zosimos," He responded, coming even closer, peering down, "Who are you? What is your name?"

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The boy took a step back as Zosimos moved closer, remaining wary. He was conscious of the reassuring weight of the sword at his hip, though it was concealed by his cloak. "Seeker." he replied, "Already said. Am one of Casper's friends. Acquaintances, should say." Aside from the feline touches to his voice, there were more oddities to the boy's speech patterns - consisting almost entirely of sharp, incomplete sentences.

"Would be helpful if you could point me in the right direction." Seeker added, folding his arms and staring back up at Zosimos' searching eyes defiantly.

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Zosimos raised a brow. His smile faltered, but didn't fall. Instead it assumed a complacent expression. Errands, of course. Seeker, he would have to remember that.

"Of course," Zosimos swept past him into a shadow, reappearing moments later down the hall. He flashed a smile and waited for a few beats before gliding off. "This way."

He would take many turns, at some points seeming to go in circles. It wasn't obvious the incline or decline here and there, except where it sharply turned into one or three stairs. Twice he passed through an atrium, one forever downward, one forever up. He came to rest at a large door.

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Despite the disorienting passage through the castle, Seeker seemed unmoved, undaunted. Each turn and twist was committed to memory, carefully, even when it seemed as though they were turning back on themselves. He'd had to do that enough lately that he barely even noted it. Castles like this could be unpredictable with their directions, and he decided it was better not to second guess his guide.

At the door, he halted behind Zosimos before stepping up to adjacent to him. "This it?" he asked. He hoped that the woman wasn't in. This would be so much easier if he could just get hold of an object of hers. Otherwise he'd have to rely on her being willing to cooperate.

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There was a young girl in her room, sitting on her stomach, with a dark silk dress draped on the ground around her. Her wide, innocent eyes were trained on a tiny music box that one of the maids had bought for her. Atop it was a little ballerina clad in black, slowly spinning as Wieniawski's Scherzo Tarantelle played. Her eyes scarcely ever blinked. She traced her nimble little fingers around the music box. A draft blew the curtains of the open window open, and flipped her bangs into her face. She did not even so much as twitch a finger.

"There are dangerous things outside." she said, voice turned to mumbled behind the doors of her bedroom. Perhaps it was to the intruder, perhaps to herself, for it was not certain if she even knew if the intruder was there. The deathly pale young girl traced her thumb down the jawline of the ballerina's tiny face. "Terrible things. Nightmares." There was a pause, but when she next spoke, her voice was louder.

"I want him."

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"Yes," Zosimos all but hissed, smiling as he stepped away from the door. He lingered behind the strange boy. The man slipped into a shadow. From there he watched silently, all but a grin in the dark corners of the hall.

He wondered who this person was, this kid, this messenger. Seeker, yes, friend of Casper. That said nothing, and they both knew it. What was his true tie with this Casper, and why was he really here?

...What was his smell? It was not human, not fully, but there was something else in it. What was it? He had no clue, and it enticed him. Zosimos half contemplated slipping into the room behind him.

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Seeker turned to the door, dismissing Zozimos' watching presence. He could hear the draft from in the room. This would go one of two ways. If the room was occupied, he would be forced to explain himself to the woman. He doubted he could bluff fast enough and well enough to get the information he needed. No, he would have to hope this girl had no particular ties to Sarka. If she did? Well, then he would probably end up having to snatch something of hers and run, hoping it had been in her possession on the day.

He touched the door handle. A moment of hesitation passed. She was inside.

Here goes nothing.

Seeker pushed the door to the room open. "Catira?" he queried, golden eyes falling on the girl lying upon her stomach. Yes, this was the one who had given Casper the package. The one with the dragon.

He closed the door behind him.

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The small girl, no more than sixteen years old, had sat with her legs folded, the little music box now laying in her lap. She did not turn to look at Seeker or Zosimos as the door opened.

"Yes." she replied dryly, picking the item up to lift it to her face. She was transfixed with it. "You have something to do which concerns me?" she asked. There was a large gust from outside that blew the curtains, like ghosts with outstretched arms, toward the girl. She was briefly concealed by their dance, however, as soon as the wind ceased, she was to be seen again, in the exact same position as before.

"Be quick."

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"You had a package." Seeker went straight for the question, not one to mince words. "A delivery for a woman named Sarka. Gave it to a boy named Casper."

The werecat paced around to the side, keeping his distance as his eyes scanned the room carefully. "Need to know about it. Where did you get it from? Do you know what it was? What it was for?"

He tilted his head, "Can pay you. Or can trade information for information. My name is Seeker. Can find anything for you, or anyone, if you don't want money."

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The girl seemed mostly uninterested in the boy until he said one thing.

"Anyone?" she inquired, placing the toy down onto the ground and, for the first time, turning her eyes to peer at him. "Are you sure you can find anyone? How is it you can find anyone?" came the next barrage of questions. "How can I trust that you can find anyone?"

Those large, unblinking, and innocent, but far from innocent eyes locked onto him like a predator upon a helpless, squealing animal.

"Tell me."

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"Anyone with a lead." Seeker replied, nodding, "A place they've been. An object they've carried. Might take time, but can find them. Follow trails, that's all you need to know."

He met Catira's eyes with his own golden orbs, narrowing them at her. He didn't like the way she stared, sinister beneath superficial innocence. It was unnerving. "Trust? Not my problem. Have a reputation if you care to look into it, but don't have time to wait around for that. Who do you want found?"

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Catira's stare did not relent, nor did it change. She looked at Seeker the very same as before, hands in her lap. She kept this way for several. Lengthy. Drawn out seconds. Then, suddenly, she hopped up onto her feet and ran to her bedside drawer, took out a small silvery object, then ran over to Nairi. She handed it to him. A digital camera.

"Casren." she said. "Find Casren."

Her stare had changed. It was determined.

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Seeker took the camera in his hand, frowning faintly at Catira. He didn't know who she was referring to, but he was sure that if this camera was his, he'd pick it up as he went along. "Fine." he stated.

His focus changed, then, as he seemingly disconnected from the room. His eyes glazed over, narrowed and staring down at the camera.

Flashes of visions, memories. A long time spent tucked in a drawer. Being passed between hands. The blonde boy again, Casper. He must work with the Detente. He had travelled in a hovercar from far away, off to the north.

White. Snow, a blizzard. A pale man, the name Casren spoken in conversation. That was him.

Then he was back in the room. The boy's focus returned to his surroundings and he shook his head to reorient himself. "He's in the mountains, to the north. Casper was with him. That specific enough? Can't exactly go traipsing off to there, would take me weeks on foot."

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Catira nodded. The mountains in the north. She had not even thought to check there before!

"I will go. I will find him." she said chastely, but even...emptily in a sense. Perhaps it was more distracted. "Thank you for your efforts."

She did not know how he did it, but the girl knew that strange things happened in this world. Unexplained things. So, just like that, without further explanation, she decided to trust him.

A true trait to her naivety.

"Sarka is nice. Or so that man said. The man with the coat. She would give us things we wanted." she explained, looking past Nairi, to a place far away. She spoke, as before, with an airy monotone.

"She has not followed through. I want Casren. Perhaps the man with the coat knows more." She nodded again, then began to reach for the door.

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"Man with the coat?" Seeker's attention focused back on Catira in an instant, setting the camera aside. "Tell me where I can find him, to ask." he said sharply, "It is important."

The werecat paused, "And Sarka is not nice. Not at all. Full of lies and manipulations and evil."

It was surprising to him that Catira had accepted his information so readily, but she did give the impression of someone who was not entirely... all there. Perhaps that was the reason. He didn't know what her chances would be in the mountains alone, but that wasn't his problem.

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"He is a Duke," said Catira as she opened the door. "He is a slayer. He does not touch Detente. I met him in Drifter's Post." she relayed to the werecat. "He is German. He looks German. Go find the German Duke, and I will find Casren."

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Seeker wrinkled his nose, but nodded his thanks. A slayer. Simple minded idiots, killing based on species. Ignorant. Stupid. Without another word, he was gone, out the window and clambering back down into the night. He didn't have time to deal with the vampire that hung in the shadows again. He would only ask more questions.

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Akio walked through the halls unimpeded, as various objects caught his eye for a moment. Paintings, antiques, and...hold on, was that the Mona Lisa? Whatever. There were a few servants and maids following the (old) young boy, all with various cargo and equipment. Of course, most of his preparations had already been made, but this was just some extra stuff he decided to get after. Eventually, the group came across a large set of double doors. On those doors was a sign, that read "Akio's Lab". Under that, it read "Danger. Do not come in unless invited, volunteering as a test subject, or if its an emergency".

Smiling at his sign, he pushed open the large double doors and entered the lab. He thought it was amusing the Mona Lisa was so close, but was also happy because his room was just a few doors down from the library. This was very convenient for him. Additionally, he even had windows. The room itself was large, massive. But it was also filled. There were multiple desks with scattered papers on it, at least three computers, multiple lab equipment, many of which ran on electricity but some ran on magic, and there was also a Reactor Core powering it all. It had multiple safety functions, and was shielded, but even so one had to wonder where he acquired the damn thing.

The maids and servants moved around and placed some of the cargo. He himself moved the box he was carrying over. If one were to see this room, they might question what era the person came from. There were TVs, video games, DVDs, and various advanced lab equipment and lighting, but there were also old things. The desks looked like they were at least centuries old, and while he had computers he also had a bookcase filled with old tombs and notebooks. He had some futuristic and advanced objects as well, but he also had thinks like beakers, and other such things. He even had a divining rod, some weird skulls with gemstones in them, and curtains that looked very old and vampire like. Also, if one paid attention, the windows were made of a special material that would prevent the sun from bothering him. Akio possessed a rather high resistance to the sun actually, but it was not an immunity. If he stayed in the sunlight for too long, he would die. But simply stepping in it would not turn him to immediate ash.

There were also things that made it more then just a lab. There was a large circular bed in the center, a bed that looked like it could fit seven adults no problem, which was his personal bed. There was also a dresser, and chest, and other bedroom like furniture. He had a rack that had various staffs, wands, and such on it, and also possessed many cloaks. Near the door was a place for people to take their shoes off, since he wanted to avoid getting the floor dirty. He was worried if people cleaned it too much, something would get misplaced or lost and he would never find it.

However, one thing that might stand out about the room was an object that appeared to be a large, walk in freezer. How Akio got it inside the castle could be anyone's guess, but it was labeled something that people could not ignore. It read "Food and Test Subjects. Stealing is punishable by becoming a test subject, death, torture, or all of the mentioned options". If one were to open it, there would even still be people alive, but in a miserable state, shackled and suspected in the air with chains that were made from a metal resistant to everything, including the cold, and would be impossible to break.

"Ahhhh..." Akio said as the maids and servants left, and he kicked off his shoes and flung himself onto a nearby couch. "Home sweet home".

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Venlak took his time walking around. But those doors. The daring doors. The doors of daring doors. ~DOOR OF DOORS!~ He was joking in his mind. Why not be drawn in, look around... Have fun? He was tempted. Very. ~I shouldn't... But I want to. I could die. But then again, what could happen? DEATH! Oh well.~ Ven pressed his hand against the door, taking off his shoes. They made squeaky sounds which would give him away. ~One two. One two. One-~ He quietly opened the door, peeking through the slight crack. He noticed the room.

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There were TVs, video games, DVDs, and various advanced lab equipment and lighting, but there were also old things. The desks looked like they were at least centuries old.
} The old things were what caught Ven's attention. "I haven't seen anything that old in a while." He muttered quietly to himself, getting lost in his thoughts as he looked across.

Ven then saw a bookcase filled with old tombs and notebooks. ~What could be in those notebooks, or what would be on the tombs?~ His mind raced with the possibilities.

Quickly rushing through the door, he closed it almost as soon as he entered. Even if Ven wanted to, he wouldn't be able to notice if anyone was in the room. "I-" He rushed over to the bookcase, speeding through the notebooks. He didn't misplace it. He tried not to anyway. A rack that had various staffs, wands, and such on it, and also possessed many cloaks soon dragged Ven over to it. "So much." He forgot where he was just by getting lost in thought. "So much..." His voice drifted off as he turned to see a room which stood out.

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Food
} Was the only thing Venlak read before approaching the door. ~What could be behind such a door of mysteries? What lay beyond here?~ Then he read the rest.

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Test Subjects. Stealing is punishable by becoming a test subject, death, torture, or all of the mentioned options.
}

Now it felt like it was daring him to enter. He wanted to, badly. What would be the state of what's behind here? Why were there test subjects? It plagued his mind too much. He rattled on the door, trying his best not to open the door. It was like a taunt. He wanted to enter, but what if he became a test subject? Or killed?

He'd have to take his chances...