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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 10:54 am
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Just then, a man with a bleeding chin moved through the hallway, one hand over the minor wound to keep it from dripping everywhere. He was fairly tall and very lean, dark hair to his shoulders that was pulled back in a ponytail at the base of his head, and his eyes very odd indeed with one blue and one brown. His clothes were rumpled and looked like he might have slept in them for a few days in a row, though the blood soaking into his linen shirt wasn't helping with the appearance he gave off.
He was also swearing softly under his breath at his injury and step stools and muttering about books needing to be put up and 'no time for this nonsense'... In short, he looked like a distracted librarian who'd tripped over a stool and hurt himself, however minor the injury.
He was also completely oblivious to most of the things around him. He nearly knocked over a vase then a statue but somehow managed to get out of the way just in time, though the statue did rock a bit before settling back in place. Cain was a walking disaster waiting to happen when he wasn't paying attention and one had to wonder if Sebastet had brought the vampire here to be her librarian out of pity or for saving the general populace from his distracted clumsiness.
Hell, he'd been here since Sebastet got in her first shipment of books but most of the servants forgot he lived here. The only reason they took care of his room was because Sebastet didn't forget about him since she needed him. Hell, he even forgot to feed himself most of the time and had to be reminded with notes from Sebastet, which he promptly forgot about in favor of yet another book.
He did frown at Snow when he passed her and shook his head, "Strange taste in statuary, if you ask me... But it's Sebastet's castle and what do I know about statuary?" he muttered to himself and pulled his hand away from his chin to check on his injury and frowned again when it dripped onto his shirt, "Bloody damned stools... Who went and left the thing where it was anyway? No one can seem to put things where they go anymore..." he continued to mutter as his hand covered his chin again and rounded a corner, unbalancing yet another vase in the process and making it rock on its stand, dangerously close to falling...
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 11:17 am
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Cain gave a grunt when he was pushed down, this time seeing stars from the impact of his head with the wall. So he was dazed enough for the woman to heal the cut on his chin and walk away again as he simply watched with a confused look on his face, "Okay... Not statuary then..." he said softly as he sat up and frowned in total confusion as he finally noticed where he was, "I'm in the wrong hallway anyway..." he added as he looked around at the priceless artworks around him.
He really should have gotten up to go change his clothes, but the truth was that the woman had actually distracted him and his oddly colored eyes finally fell in her in curiosity, "Who're you anyway? I don't remember seeing you around. Of course, that might not mean much since I don't see many people, but I think I would have remembered meeting you," he told her, his face still showing his confusion as he carefully got to his feet.
He was probably being a bit rude, but it wasn't on purpose with him. One really good look at him and anyone could tell that he kept to himself and as a result didn't have very good people skills...
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 11:41 am
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Cain listened to her patiently, as he usually did when someone spoke to him. Most of it made no sense to him but he listened anyway, taking her explanation as fact easily.
He gave her a nod and gestured to the other end of the hallway, "I'll take you there. I can't help the occasional tumble I make when people put things in the way but I have managed to survive this long so I don't think it's going to kill me," he said with a shrug of one shoulder.
Now that he was focused, he moved with the unnatural grace that all vampires seemed to possess as he tried unsuccessfully to straighten his clothes, frowning a bit at his bloody shirt but understanding that he couldn't go and change until he'd gotten her where she was supposed to be.
"The castle is surprisingly easy to navigate most of the time. the first floor contains the common areas, the second and third floors have the rooms and suites, the towers are either taken by someone to live in or are reserved for places like the armory, the garden is in the center of it all, the courtyard in the front, the ramparts on top. There is a dungeon, but it's still not safe just yet for exploring, though Sebastet is still working on that," he explained to her as he escorted her through the hallway alot easier than his first trip had been.
"Oh! I'm Cain Albright, the librarian, by the way," he introduced himself as having only just having thought about it. Of course, he had only just thought about it.
But soon enough they were out of the hallway and headed for the stairs, "This is the main staircase. Just take it down to the first floor and take the first left. That takes you to the front room. Go through the double doors, they take you into the garden. Then follow the pathway to the right. You should be able to find the kitchen easily, it's got a window that overlooks the garden with a door into a small hallway right next to it. The hallway takes you to the kitchen. See? Easy," he directed her to the place then frowned down at his shirt again.
"I'd continue with you, but I really need to change. I hate it when I get blood on my clothes..." he said with a shake of his head, "And I really do have to get back to the library... Too many books to catalog and shelve down there," he added with another frown.
Thankfully, he was interrupted by another moving through the hallway to the stairs who only gave a small smile and shook his head at the scene, "Don't worry Cain. Go change and get back to your books. I'll take her to the kitchen," he said with another shake of his head before turning to the woman, "I'm Dev and I"m probably your best bet to get to the kitchen without getting you confused," he introduced himself simply as Cain simply nodded to him and moved in the other direction down the hallway to get to his rooms.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 1:42 pm
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Deb gave her a respectful nod that was completely at odds with his gothic/punk style, "Most certainly, Miss Snow. I'll show you to the way to the garden first. Cain was right about the fact that the garden is central to everything, though," he said to her with a shrug of one shoulder.
Where Cain had been lean, Dev was more muscular. While Cain was a reclusive bookworm, Dev was always walking around like he was actually interested in people. As a wereanimal, his interest in people was a given, though his sense of humor was often mistaken for as something more like sarcastic pranking to get a rise out of people. But it was just his sense of humor.
He lead her down the main staircase and through the front room to the garden, showing her that part of Cain's directions were easy...
((Exit to the garden))
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 7:42 am
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A small, vibrantly twinkling blue orb appeared in the hall, the almost silent whisper of smoke surrounded its mysterious form. The immediate vicinity was darkened, casting shadows over the precious artifacts and collectibles that lined the hallway, giving them an almost eerie presence. The small blue orb continued to float lazily, studying all the antiques before sputtering and growing brighter. As the blue ball of light become almost blindingly bright, it grew in shape and size before sputtering out.
Where that orb had once been, a mischievously handsome young man stood. He looked around with a crooked smile on his face and let out a long low whistle. "You've really outdone yourself this time, Adair. This place will suit my fancies just fine." A strong, Scottish accent plucked through every word. The blonde man studied a bust of a rather dignified looking man closely. "Well now, don't look so dour. I got a wee little something that'll cheer you up."
Moments later the bust was sporting a rather nice mustache, one that was bushy and dark. Adair couldn't help but chuckle at his own brilliance. One of the perks of being a will o' the wisp is that if mischief was the result, he could perform almost any sort of magical trick. The man sighed and placed his hands on his hips. I wonder if there are any people around here who would like to take a... swim." Adair chuckled again, referencing to his almost incurable ability to drown the gullible.
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