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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 12:28 am
The Arcane University The Arcane University resides southeast of The Imperial City and houses many important buildings for new mages, which can only be accessed by the members of the guild. Within the large stone walls are eight main areas: The Arch Mage's Tower, the main tower within the area that houses the Arch Mage himself and has the Council Chamber. The Chironasium, a place where mages go to safely enchant their gear. The Imperial Watch Tower, a break room for the Imperial Guards. Lustratorium, the alchemical center. The Mage's Quarter's, the place that houses the mages who live within the walls. Mystic Archives, a place that holds an impressive collection of books from across Tamriel. The Practice Rooms, where apprentice mage's practice their spell-casting. And the Praxographical Center, the place where mages are found crafting their own spells. There is also two minor places within the walls that aren't shut off by doors: The Lecture area and Alchemical Garden. Both places are inside the walls but are outside.
l'm not really sure what to label this quest or if setting us in the Arcane University is the right place other then our start. l know we are supposed to be doing a ''Mage Guild'' quest but thought that since we're not really doing anything associated with them aside from using the university and we were going to be moving around, that we didn't need to be in the Guild Headquarter's subthread. l'm also too lazy to change the information from the Arcane University to The Imperial City. Though this will be a non quest oriented RP between: Jaydine, Sithorn and thepoisonedmuffin.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 6:10 am
 ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None ┃ Wielding : Steel Short Sword┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 3, Ink Vial, Quill┃ Location : Imperial City, Arcane University - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Coraline laid on her belly, sprawled out on her bed within the Bruma Mage's Guild Hall. She was writing down notes on the the various Daedra from the Darkest Darkness book. The Wizard within these walls wanted to make sure she familiar with them and wanted to give her a small test early the next day. A small fragment of Valra Stone, worthless side from a light source, was on her bedpost emanating a small white light aura. The rest of her room was dimly lit thanks to the lone fragment. She liked it here in Bruma. lt was calm and she had her own room. During her times at the Arcane University she had to share a room with four other mages which left her little room to decorate the place in her own accord. Now she had her own room that housed several of her own personal effects. Her bed spread was a faded blue-green with white floral designs on the sheets with ivory white pillows. On the foot of her bed was a small chest which she kept some of her most personal belongings locked up always with a simple lock spell that required a password to be spoken to be opened.
lnside the chest was only a few things: A tome she found that gave her more knowledge into the invocation nature of spells, a small pearl colored marble and her Dark Brotherhood Garb. She didn't make it a habit to wear her garb in public or show it to anybody though. Her desk was in the corner of the room with a skull perched on the top, an unlit candle was melted to the top with small lines of wax drooling down the sides, a small wooden stool was in front of the desk. The significance to the skull was the first skeleton she had ever killed and now was made into decoration. Like she was taunting it even after it had died again. Her desk remained opened with several books stacked on top of each other with an ink vial and quill to the side of an open book. A small basket was to the side that held a few crumpled pieces of paper that mostly held illustrations of her doodles. To the side of her bed was a small end table that had another book and a half eaten Sweet Roll on a plate.
To the other side of her bed, facing away from the door, was her bookshelf. It house a large assortment of old withering books and new copies of various history books all arranged in alphabetical order. A small used soul stone rested in a metal canopy in front of a few of the books on the third shelf. An Armoire was to the opposite side of the room as her bookshelf. Several outfits were inside, arranged in color. Her battle raiment was hung up as she wore a simple sleeping gown, her leather boots to the side of the armoire. There was also a large map of Cyrodiil hanging on her wall just next to her desk. She had many dots and x's all in different colors with a small key on the bottom right corner explaining what they meant. Such as a blue dot was were an Ayleid Ruin was at and a red dot was were a old Fort was.
She turned the page and sighed as the hour was getting late and her eyes were growing heavy. The tedious task of studying throughout the night wasn't helping her stay awake either. She finally closed her book and put away her notes and decided it was time for bed. Taking the Valra stone fragment she placed it on her desk and sealed it, masking the small light and making her room almost pitch black. Crawling in her covers, she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Waking up to the sound of her associates walking around in the hall. Groggily, she got up and changed her outfit to a light blue regalia with black boots before she headed upstairs for breakfast so she could have a few more minutes to review her notes one last time. She fixed her hair as she walked upstairs, saying hello to her fellow mages as she passed them. On the dining table were an assortment of fruits and a few left over strips of bacon. She piled her plate with food and started to slowly eat while going over her notes that she had made the previous night. Her quiz was in a few hours and even though this wasn't any sort of ''points'' system, she still wanted to impress Head of the Bruma hall. She finished eating and then left the room after cleaning up her plate. The Wizard of the hall gave her a small verbal test in the dining hall. He would first give a riddle like question that she would have to reply with the correct Daedra. Then he would ask her about their nature, territories, feeding habits, weaknesses, strengths and other miscellaneous questions.
After his test was complete, he told Coraline that she had passed though still had some things to learn before he was comfortable with her controlling one of them within the halls, though that he was proud of her steady pace that which she was learning at. After a small brief lecture and conversation he set her on her way. As she was walking to her room, now awake, the wizard came back down to stop her. He had a simple task that he had not remember about until now. He told her that he needed her to return a tome to the Imperial City and that he wanted her to search their more expansive library and pick out a few of the book to study, of her own choosing. He knew that Coraline was a bookworm and would enjoy the task to pick up a few new books. He also handed a few Septims to pick up a new one from The First Edition while she was there. After thanking him, changing back into her regular outfit and gathering her things she headed out the door with the book in one of her many pouches.
It was snowing outside as it usually does in the northern part of Cyrodiil. It took some time to get used to but Coraline did eventually grow accustomed to the snow. She now welcomes it and her skin sometimes feels abnormally warm when she isn't in it. Though even though she is comfortable in it now, it still hurts the same whenever anyone casts a frost based spell at her, well, the same as it does for an Altmer. After a while, during her time riding Moole, an old horse she tends to borrow from the stable nearby Bruma, she reached the Imperial City the next day. She took the longer, more scenic route, which was a bit more dangerous but nothing she couldn't handle.
She arrived at the Arcane University, a bit sore from the ride but still capable of walking without limping or having to stretch out her legs or back. Her neck was a bit stiff from sleeping in the Inn's bed. She tilted it to one side then the next as she walked across the bridge just before the university. Down the stairs, across the grass, up the stairs, through the gate, down the stairs, across the grass and into the Mystic Archives. That was her destination. Finding the Librarian she pulled the book out and went to hand it to them. ''Excuse me, but here is the book that Gaspar is meant to return.'' they just nodded, wrote something down in a ledger and set Coraline on her way.
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OoC: l know that Jeanne is the Wizard at Bruma, but since it's after the Oblivion Gates have been sealed and the attack on Bruma Hall happened and that she couldn't even use a basic Detect Life spell l'm saying Volanaro Gaspar replaced her. l totally forgot that he died during the ''A Plot Revealed'' quest, Volanaro, Sithorn was correct in our pms/this thread. So l edited his name to fit Gaspar, who also is only a merchant but still a Wizard.))
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 12:49 pm
Eliya ~
"That was a waste of time," Eliya mumbled as she closed her workbook and gathered up the loose papers she'd been doodling on. A substitute had filled in for her Alchemy Professor, and Eliya had just spent the last forty-five minutes listening to a lecture on the healing properties of Cairn Bolete Cap. Most days Alchemy was her favorite subject, but this day was not one of them. Didn't everyone know that to create a basic Restore Health potion, all one had to do was crumble some Cairn Bolete cap over roasted Boar Meat? "'Chop finely', he'd said. 'And don't forget to mix it together with a mortar and pestle' he said. 'You can even add water to create a solution that can be drunk.' Imagine that." Eliya's half audible, half internal dialogue ended with her shoving her papers roughly into her book. When she looked up, one of the other students, a Bosmer male, was giving her a very dirty look. Perhaps her internal monologue hadn't been as internal as she'd thought. Shaking her head, she turned away, her book and papers clutched in her arms as she made her way to her next destination, her quarters. It wasn't far to walk, and after a few polite greetings to other associates, she found herself in the lower basement of the Mage's Quarters.
She hadn't originally been assigned quarters in the basement, no, when the redheaded Altmer had first begun her studies at the University she'd been stuck in the crammed quarters of the first level with the other apprentices. But after a few assignments for the Mage's Guild, and a bit of bribery to the right people, she'd managed to finally land a cozier spot in the basement. She liked it cause it was quieter and there were fewer people to a room. True it was darker as there were no windows to let the sun within, but that didn't really bother her. As Eliya dropped her studies on her bed, her stomach rumbled. "Didn't I eat breakfast today?" The empty room replied with silence. Try as she might, the female elf couldn't recall if she'd eaten anything yet for the day. "Fine, i'll go find something to eat," she answered with an annoyed roll of her eyes, as if taking the time for sustenance was such a bother. She headed up the stairs, and passed Aleia, one of her room mates. "Eliya, did you ever find that book?" The female Altmer paused mid way up the stairs to turn to her guild mate, a perplexed expression on her face. "Book? What book?" The other elf crossed her arms. "You told me this morning that you were looking for a book..." The Dunmer woman shook her head in annoyance, and sighed as she turned away, "Nevermind."
"Oh yeah," Eliya said a bit belatedly, she understood dismissal when she heard it. She turned to continue up the stairs, her thoughts no longer on food. The book. She knew for a fact there was at least three copies roaming around the campus somewhere, and the one in the Archives was proving difficult to locate. Ugh. Guess I'll make another stop there and look again before I go eat. Yesterday one of the professors had asked her for a favor, which she had agreed to a bit too readily. The favor was to locate a certain book and bring it to him, something that was proving far more challenging then she initially thought would be.
The mage assassin's green eyes squinted in the bright light of the sun as she exited the building. A few moments of walking brought her to the entrance of the Mystic Archives. Mentally she crossed her fingers. By the nine's please let today's search be more successful. I just don't have the time to waste on an errand so trivial.... 
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 7:35 pm
 Somewhat before the sun that morning, deep within the high walls of the market district, a stones throw down the row from the first edition- a candle guttered out at it's final dissolution, flickering upon the minute distresses of a misshapen mass of blankets, which shifted and heaved from within, emitting a vague and somnolent thrumming. It was a strange bundle indeed, seeming to poke forth a single furry ear, a black tail, one massive clawed foot, and in quite another direction a small pair of dainty grey feet, which looked in the hazy gloom of the pre-dawn like sprigs of lavender hanging off of a rusty hill. The bundle breathed gently for some time after the candle sputtered out, and the single black ear twitched as the sounds of the district waking started to rise. First the clacking of iron-booted feet passed under the window as the guards changed their watch, then the swishing of wicker baskets as plodding feet carried them. Cabarets of feet trekked slowly by in a procession, terminating in the loud thumps as boxes of goods were piled upon the main way. Shutters snapped open, cats yowled in alleyways. A diluted beam of light peaked through the window and danced through the gloom, a cold and grey light which provided little more than a general outline to the shapeless bundle. This window only ever narrowly faced the sun in the late afternoon. Even so, as the vague luminescence grew, the fine knitted fabric of the awkward pile revealed striking motifs of amber and indigo sun and moon faces. The pile, as it seemed, rested on a deep couch, whose bent and disheveled cushions rested on the arms, floor, and made it look like a Divan of Stros Mkai, rather than any kind of imperial furniture. In fact, this room was cluttered with rather strange objects and adornments, objects befitting the fancy of someone either inhumanly well organized, or a total shipwreck. The ceilings were rather high, and hung with the bowls of oil lamps on chains. Tapestries hung here there and everywhere, many in varying forms of completion. One or two were latched to looms, others clipped to a rig of upward hooks with fine tassels hanging from edge to edge. The scenes they depicted were unclear in the gloom. A faint glow emanated from a table where various gems were laid in order, some in lines according to size, some in line according to color, some in star-formations in preparation for something or other. This table had various wooden figurines standing on it, and a beaded bowl full of polished glass orbs sat on a cloth which hung off of the table, over the seat of a bench, and to the ground. Tools were everywhere, and the darkness seemed full of tall leaning shapes. A close shape that seemed to lean like the others was certainly a narrow book case. This was not terribly full. but several rows of leather bound tomes decked the lower shelves, and each self seemed rather clean. The place was actually very clean, despite a haphazard and eclectic variety of order which typified every surface. The floors not carpeted were smooth, and gleamed with striated Jerall marble. The table on which sat the now impotent and waxy candlestick was of medium size, and quite low to the ground, barely at knee height for an average imperial woman. A long tapering wooden pole sat on it, beside a bowl of fruit, and an empty burgundy bottle whose faded label announced that it was a middle crop bottle of Surilie Brother's 415.
Suddenly the pile of blankets made a sound. It was a soft yawn that split the air as two small grey hands shot out from the blanket in quite the other direction from the feet, which bent their ankles delicately and clenched their toes and the hands did very much the same. soon they went sideways, and were withdrawn from view as the blankets billowed down, and arms swung forward as the little grey woman sat up. Behind her, still dark in the gloom, was a Khajiit very much larger than she was, whose large ears were twitching, one sticking out sideways still while the other shot straight up. she turned in his lap and tentatively felt at his jowls with her tiny hands. A gentle smile coming to her lips as she found he was still fast asleep. Taking the blankets with her as she stood up, towering a bit over four and a half feet from the floor, she wrapped the smallest blanket around her form and knotted it above her bosom with one hand, seeking out with the other for the thin pole. She found it after a moment, and tapped it gently against the edge of the table to get her bearings. In the gentle song of the Market outside, and Solom's deep thrumming, she stretched her neck and sighed, blinking her brittle eyelids to work the muscles in her face. She yawned again, and began to come to cognition of the days events. Quite spontaneously she let out a soft yelp, and stumbled forward, trying to find Solom in the darkness of her world. Strangely, though she reached in a void as her pole clattered to the floor, she somehow seized upon a part of him. Bright eyes split wide open as he yowled, yanked forward as she tugged on his ear.
"WHAT! WHAT!"
"You're appointment! It's Morning already!"
"YAAAGGHH! LET GO, LET GO!"
"I'm Sorry!"
He sat up straight and grabbed both sides of his head, shaking off the stupor of oversleep, and rather too much wine. She felt around for her walker on trembling legs as she recovered from the shock of becoming fully awake standing up. She had not had much wine, but she was not as tolerant as larger people. The blind can feel the morning within, it was warmer, heavier, more humid than the night.
"By Azura, She will not mind. Not the first time..."
He rolled his rrrr's and dragged his eee's, some of his o's were ah's, all this in a natural timbre, although distorted with sleep. She turned her face in the direction of his voice and tilted her head.
"You should still go"
"Eh- Oh, fineee" He grumbled and stood up, kicking a pillow away absentmindedly as he stretched in the gloom, cracking his neck and straightening his back from bottom to hackle. He picked up his hand to mat down his mane, and found her hand an inch from his jaw. He took it gently and leaned forward so that she could reach, closing his eyes for a moment as she combed her fingers through his fur. Then she pulled down hard and yanked him to her level, which woke him up at last.
"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT." ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ Six minutes found Solom out the door, around the middle corner and down the lane southward, Leather Jerkin Disheveled, tool belt on a slight angle, a braid of his mane Kaye had tied that last night (which he had entirely forgotten about) snagged in his collar. A neat stack of leather sheets was folded under his arm, and he blinked at the bright light of the sun as he walked, a constant reminder that he should probably not drink so spontaneously. His ear still felt a bit numb and lopsided, but he twitched that as well as he walked, and by the time he was passing through the ring of the arboretum towards the doors to the University bridge it was behaving properly. He was less giddy when the fresher air outside of the city walls washed over his face, and the tower of the arch mage loomed over the wall before him in greeting.
Bowing to the battlemages who stood guard, he passed down the steps between the flickering violet sconces and scampered up the steps towards the tower lobby. Deciding meeting Raminus would mean a longer delay, he skirted left around the tower to one of the two high gates. As pleasant as Raminus was, and as fond as Solom was of him, Tar'Meena was a busy woman, and he felt ashamed to leave her hanging. The door swung wide for him of it's own accord, an interesting symptom of change in the guild since the death of old Hannibal Traven. These doors were less exclusionary now. Solom often wondered how that might be, the Arch mage, as he understood, was hardly ever there more than twice a phase of the moons. He saw that the assembly was breaking up in the court to his left, and so moved as quickly as possible across the curve of the wall to reach the archives before the yard was swamped with students discussing their lesson. He opened the door to find the Archives were dim, the shades down on the windows, and only a single reading light in the corner by Tar'Meena's desk. He moved to close the door again in order to knock, but he was not as smooth as he thought he had been. He nearly slammed his paw in the door when a rasping erudite voice exclaimed
"Come in Habasi! Shut the door behind you."
He came in and shut the door to find that the darkness in the room was an illusion of shade, and now that he had entered into it, the room was quite bright around him. Apparently Tar'Meena was not fond of mobs of young magi congregating within the Archives after their lesson to clear references to this-that-or-the-other points which came up.
"Fix yourself, you look a fool."
He was at the desk when the young Altmer stepped in through the door, stomped up to Tar'meena, and offered the old tome. He noted that it was in relatively good condition, but the bridge was slightly loose, and the finish was wearing on the top side, as if it had been in protracted periods of cold weather, and then read before firelight.
(He and Jeanne both died in the attack. Hmph. It's not a huge problem.)
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 12:20 am
ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None ┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 3, Ink Vial, Quill┃ Location : Imperial City, Arcane University - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Coraline was either too groggy, or set on returning her Wizard's book, she wasn't rude or liked to think that she wasn't, but either way she had cut off Solom. She didn't intend to but she just didn't see him there. Even though he was a Khajiit, the catlike humanoids, she just walked right up to where he was and just ignored him. If anything it was accidental but if anyone was going to argue it they could say it was because she was an Altmer. A young one, but still one of the most elitist races around. Seeing every other race as lesser ones. She wasn't raised that way though since she was mostly kept at home since her parents didn't live in the cities but a small villa on the lake between The Imperial City and the Nibenay Basin, in the Heartlands. She didn't leave home much but never found anyone to be lesser then she was just because of the race they were born. Her parents never spoke of anyone as a Bosmer or Imperial, always called them by their names instead of their races and never said things like ''Well he's a Dunmer, what else do you expect?'' instead they would just call them fools. Never selecting one race superior. So she can't for the life of her think of why she just ignored him. He was a fellow mage after all. Although he wasn't really considered a member. He was just a lacky, in layman terms. Though she liked to consider him a librarian. From what she had heard about Solom, which wasn't much since she was all the way up near the mountains, but he was one of the caretakers of the books held here and in Anvil. He was also one of the people who went in search for them. Old lost ledgers forgotten by time. lt was almost as if they were same, to admires of books and the words they had in them. But that was saying that they were the same, she hardly knows him. So she was just saying that to try to connect to him.
Tar-Meena, an Argonian, spoke in a hissed voice ''Thank you child. Give Gaspar my regards.'' she took the book and placed it back down on the desk. She hated being called a child, but, when she was being addressed as one from a superior ranking member, she held her tongue. Coraline looked over to Solom, he was taller then her, though only by about a foot if she were to guess. Her body was frail and petite looking compared to his. Though she instinctively wanted to pet behind his ears but instead spoke aloud to him. ''l'm sorry, l really am. l didn't mean to cut in line. lt was probably tunnel vision.'' she tried her best to sound sincere. She didn't know how he was going to react, so, she tugged the side of her small dress and did a curtsey. She wanted to stay longer and have a chat, though since she was in the arcane library, she decided to at least have a look on their expansive selection of titles. There were so many more books to choose from her that her head was going to spin. She left the desk and started to wander around the room. Her little pale eyes scanned the titles on the sides of the books. Most of their titles were in alphabetical order with one or two out of place, which she did her best to correct. There might have been some kind of librarian order to them which she paid gave little thought to. The Real Barenziah Volume One need not be between The Real Barenziah Volume Two and Four, three was also next to Four but also next to Response to Bero's Speech. Now that the four volumes were in their correct chronological order, she continued to survey over the books finding one that caught her attention.
The Archives held an impressive amount of tomes. The room smelled of dust and old leather. Holding her wrist behind her back she started for the back of the room after she looked around the room to decide which aisle to take next. Passing one shelf then two and then three she got to the back of the room. Looking down the row she could see an initiate putting away a stack of books, his deep green robes flowed to the ground covering his feet and his hood was up. lt could have been a woman. A flat chested one but Coraline wasn't about to strike up a conversation with them. She always felt awkward while shopping or looking through the library. She was self-conscious but only in the aspect that she doesn't like too look like a fool. And she felt like a fool when she was looking through things, picking and choosing which she wanted. lf she were to have it her way she wouldn't be in a store with anyone. She wasn't going to steal anything, she just wanted to be alone in it. So she could shop without fear of someone watching her. She wondered if that's why the initiate had his hood up, to mask his person so that he could pretend that he was alone. Mimicking blinders on a horse with her hands she walked around the room. But after a few feet she felt silly and put her hand back behind her back. There was no point into pretending that no one else was there. There was a fine line between knowing you are alone and knowing you're not. Right now she was on the side of knowing she wasn't so pretending wasn't going to help.
Even though there was an extensive amount of book, far vast the ones they had at her hall, the first two bookshelves held little captivating books. There was really nothing that she wanted to read off of them that she couldn't pick up later. She wanted something new, something more fresh. Perhaps that's why Gaspar had given her a few coins to pick up something at The First Edition. He was quite intelligent for his age. Or Coraline was quite predictable. She wanted to get a story. Not a written account of someone's life or textbook even though that's probably what he wanted her to do. She was stuck standing, her vision hovering between two upright pages of a book contemplating what to do. She could either get both, buy one at the store and pick one up here. Though he had given her money to just get one. But didn't explicitly say she couldn't do that. Her mind started to begin to wonder how he would react if she was spending the guilds money from the coffer to buy personal effects. It was only one book though. lt wasn't like she was going to be buying a house with it. The guild also provided food for it's students. So they must care about their personal well being. And wasn't their mental well being important also? She argued with herself to find out if she should or not when the door opened up.
lt revealed an impossibly beautiful Altmer with long violently red hair. Coraline knew who it was right away. Eliya the Journeyman of the Mage's Guild, Coraline was just an Apprentice still. She felt almost foolish to be friends with or call her one of her friends because of the age difference. But most kids her age weren't as mentally developed as she was, even as conceited as makes her sound, she saw her peers as younger beings and her elders as her true peers. Growing up reading books and doing jobs for the mage's guild, killing people and creatures alike for whatever reason the guild wanted you to do it for made you grow up quickly. She had more life experience in the way of toying with death on a regular basis then most people her age range did. So, she saw their little jokes and games as childish at times. That's not to say she wouldn't join them when she felt abnormally young but more her age at times. Today was a particular one that she did not feel like that. She felt as if she were in her twenties. Early twenties though. She didn't want to feel as if she were old.
She she saw Eliya move from the door she had another impulse to call out to her and wave her hand. Though realizing that she was in a library, a quite place filled with patrons of knowledge seekers who needed a quite, organized place to sit down and read. So she thought about what to do. Does she quietly walk up to her and greet her? Though that seemed a little too stalkerish for her liking. She was going to have to think of someway to greet her as if they were old friends, not in age but experience, she still wanted to feel matured not old. Standing there, watching her, like a predator she thought of her first and next move before actually acting. She wanted to figure out a way where she could walk up and talk to her without causing a commotion and still make it as unawkward as she possible could. Nothing really came to mind and the two have been through quite the conundrum before. Stuck in a Ayleid Ruin being chased by a pack of angry necromancers, using themselves as a distraction so that one of their companions could get away with the quest item the sought, killed at least a dozen goblins in a single room with another mage and right now she couldn't figure out a way to greet her.
She felt anxiety building up in her chest as she heaved a light breath. Her throat felt cold even though the air here was much more warm then she was used to as she slowly made her way towards Eliya. Her feet carried her slowly to her friend. Passing bookshelves, one by one till she got close enough to the Mer she spoke to her. Not in her usual voice that wasn't loud but she didn't want to be impolite to the other visitors here. ''Hello.'' she said at first with a smile. lt was the first phrase that came her mind that seemed the most to the point instead of saying something completely vulgar. ''Fancy meeting you here.'' She wanted to ask if she had any kind of recommendation for a read but wanted to give Eliya a chance to speak without just letting her own words roll out.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 11:49 am
Eliya ~
Eliya entered the Mystic Archives, her green eyes blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the variance of light. The Altmer made a beeline for the front desk, "Excuse me," she spoke to a Khajiit, somewhat dismissively paying him no heed, as her focus was on the man standing behind the desk. "I'm looking for a specific book, for Seif-ij Hidja's research. It's called 'Spirit of the Daedra.'" The redheaded woman intentionally dropped the professor's name, hoping it would increase the helpfulness of the Librarian. The man looked at her with an inscrutable expression. "There should be a copy over there." He gestured ambiguously at the farthest corner of the room and then promptly returned to his ledger. Eliya's jade orbs narrowed as the Librarian proceeded to ignore her, his quill scratching the parchment before him. There were a few choice words the female elf wished to send his way, but his dismissal was quite clear and she didn't have any interest in starting something in the middle of the Mystical Archives. Her lips pursed in displeasure, Eliya turned and stalked towards the corner of the room.
She searched one row. Then another. This was going to take a while. "Damn it all," she muttered quietly, frustrated. There was no way she was going to admit defeat. She absolutely wouldn't let this book get the better of her. I will find you before this day is over.... Briefly a picture came into the Altmer's mind, of herself slumped against a row of books, completely passed out. Absolutely not. So focused was the female mage, that the quiet greeting of her fellow guildmate, Coraline, went completely unregistered. It wasn't until the other elf spoke again that the words pierced Eliya's awareness.
She was searching titles, a slender index finger trailing along each faded and worn binding when the words registered. When they did, her wandering finger paused, and she turned to get a look at the newcomer. Eliya's eyes widened in surprise and pleasure when she saw that the person interrupting her was none other then her fellow guild mate, Coraline. The younger Altmer was more then just her guild mate, she was also a fellow Dark Sister. They had worked together before, twice for the mage's guild, and one time for the Dark Brotherhood. Though young, Coraline had proven herself in many ways and Eliya had quickly found a healthy respect for the girl's skill in Conjuration. Even in her studies and time at the Arcane University, Eliya had not yet met another so young, as skilled in Conjuration. Honestly the mage assassin was surprised that the younger Altmer chose to study at the Bruma Mage's Guild instead of the Arcane University, where there were so many more benefits.
"Coraline." Eliya smiled warmly at the other woman, a smile that seldom presented itself. "What an unexpected pleasure. What brings you to this corner of the world?" The redhead intentionally made a play on her words, but didn't expect the other to notice or comment. Then she went ahead an asked a question she almost never asked. "How are you?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 11:30 pm
Standing by Tar'meena, who sat low on her bench head in hand as the impatient young altmeri stomped about the room, Solom watched with wavering ears, attentive to everything that was going on. By instinct, he felt that his rather irritable argonian friend would be ill inclined to even look at what he had to show until the two of them were gone. This was an impression bent upon him by the way that her quill absentmindedly dabbed the parchment in front of her in the same rhythm that her tail whipped side to side with a bitter 'snick-snack-'. He may be the one wearing the weight of a besotted morning aft'the'wine, but Tar'meena was certainly the one nursing a foul headache. She always seemed to be. Solom watched as an equally disgruntled Sancho Vautrine, the Breton assistant presently at the chopping block as librarian, directed the newcomer rather vaguely to the hither shelves. He was a clumsy young human with the physique of a weather vein- rather thin and bent with a weight beyond his years- he looked like a retort hanging precariously off of the desk.
Something this young Altmer had asked for, though- it caught Solom's attention in a flap. A Series of connections went off in his head.
She had asked for 'The Spirit of Daedra', for the research of Seif-ij Hidja. He knew that name. He knew that man. Author of 'The Doors of Oblivion' Hidja was probably the most important scholar on daedric lore in the mage's guild since his master Morian Zenas, who was the quintessential leader in the study of modern Daedric cults, wrote 'On Oblivion'. Under the tutelage of Zenas, Hidja spent several years in study abroad, the last of which tarried on the Isles of Vvardenfell. It is a queer thing how roads run together. Solom remembers even now the face of an erudite young man, short of hair, dark of skin, fair of dress, in teal robes that cantered to the ground- staring across at him from the Telvanni cantina as he walked in the wake of shorter but much more impressive wizard. Solom mirrored his movements, paused in the wake of a faceless escort of captors to watch these 'N'wah'. He never saw the older man, Zenas, ever again- but Seif-ij he saw many years later, looking across his desk in the city of Kvatch with a tall manuscript, looking for something in the Khajiit's eyes that he never found. Solom never forgot a face, but his face had changed, and the Wizard, then no longer a very young apprentice, did not recognize him as a slave.
Shaking his head slightly, he gently placed the stack of leather sheets upon the edge of the desk and walked with exceeding quietness to a shelf in precisely the other direction from where Sancho had pointed. This shelf sat in the alcove beside the basement stairs, and was the only one in the room low enough that even to top shelf titles were reachable by anyone without a spell of telekinesis or a clumsy ladder. The books here were dusty, old, and mostly unattributed. This shelf was of special interest to the Khajiit, and he often perused it while Tar'meena was writing, or off to the quarters while he worked overnight on repairs too delicate even to carry out of the Archives. He knew many of these books by heart, make and content, and relished the art with which many of them were bound. Soon his eyes fell upon a somewhat warped and thin folio bound in what looked like clanfear hide, singed at the corners with the impression of some queer slender fingers. The bridge was thin, and tooled into the hide with the look of knit bones. Ivory ringlets held the folio together, and stuck out in front of the row of musky old tomes it was shoved into the shadows of. He pulled it out gently and inconspicuously tucked it under his arm. Tar'meena, who had been watching him all the while, gave a little cough and nodded to the young woman, who by this time looked a real picture of stress. Solom nodded and plodded a little less quietly across the room.
Feeling it was a ripe time to cut the tension, he opened the book and flourished, rising his thrumming voice and declaiming as if it were a soliloquy in script-
"HOW YOU SHOULD KNOW US
DEATH, DEFEAT, AND FEAR
We do not die. We do not fear death.
Destroy the Body, and the Animus is cast into The Darkness. But the Animus returns.
But we are not all brave.
We feel pain, and fear it. We feel shame, and fear it. We feel loss, and fear it. We hate the Darkness, and fear it.
The Scamps have small thoughts, and cannot fear greatly.
The Vermai have no thoughts, and cannot fear.
The Dremora have deep thoughts, and must master fear to overcome it!"
He snapped the book closed and smiled, his ears up as if he had grown some horns in lieu of the thespian occasion, and offered it to the young woman, who somewhat taller than the other young elf came just up to his eye level, though his ears like sails hung over all.
"Many apologies for Sancho. This is indeed the section for conjuration, in the convergent passages of cult lore.
Overlooked was the authors name, and this one has none."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 8:48 am
ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Healthy┃ Magicka : Charged┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None ┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 2, Ink Vial, Quill┃ Location : lmperial City, Arcane University - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Eliya hadn't noticed Coraline at first. The young Altmer started to think that she was just being ignored. The room was quiet enough to hear the scratching of quill and the sound of pages being turned. Though most of the pages are old and thick so they make a loud rustle whenever they are flipped. So really that excuse was a bit invalid to use. Her next best bet was that Eliya was really into these books, most mages are. Learning about the past comes with great benefit of gaining knowledge into the Arcane Arts and even learning a few more spells. So you could often find a mage reading or in the library. Lectures were also important, so usually if there was one mage then you could be sure that there would be another one lingering around somewhere. lt kind of comes with the package of being adept to magic, learning and always surrounding yourself with another person who was like you. Kind of like how the Fighter's Guild always trains with experience and likes to be exclusive to dinergates. She didn't mean sound rude towards the Fighter's Guild, but she saw them as a militia.
Finally when Coraline spoke again was when Eliya had noticed her. She spoke warmly to her, a nice tone that made her feel welcomed here, even though she chose to study at Bruma instead of the Arcane University. Brume seemed more welcome and select rather then being a large school that held the majority of the students in one single area. lt was more student friendly and she felt like she had more time to talk to her teachers and get a more personal relationship with everyone that was boarding in the school. The Arcane University just seemed to distant from being intimate with the students. She smiled up at the red haired vixen with delight. ''l'm just running an errand for Gaspar.'' she replied to why she was down here, a friendly comment that Eliya made about seeing her down in the middle of Cyrodiil. ''l've been doing well. Pretty calm up there, not too many people so it gets relaxing.'' She looked around, seeing already a number of students and teachers alike walking around, not really conversing with one another just staying to themselves. Though being in a library she can't blame them. They all had their reasons for being here. ''Much unlike this place. Always looks so busy.'' And to her it looked like a feeding ground of seekers, she liked to call people who sought after knowledge a seeker for short without adding what they were seeking. Just Seeker.
''So how about you, how've you been?'' She asked politely a few moments before Solom, the Khajiit, came over. His claws were examining books, looking for a title. As if he knew what they were looking for, and if he could see into their minds it would be rather convenient instead of explaining with titles they were looking for. His paws found one of the books, stopped and then opened it. Without hesitation Coraline leapt at the sound of a booming voice coming from the tone. She listened, horrified, at the sound of a script being read from the book itself. Coraline hadn't seen books that were either trapped to make noises when opened or just read themselves aloud although she has heard of some. She then realized that it was Solom who was reading and not the book itself. She felt silly, almost ashamed to think that the library just has one of those accursed tomes just laying around.
His voice did break the silence within the room. That was one thing for sure. Most of the other students were looking in their direction and Coraline felt out of place in the spotlight where it seemed the Khajiit felt more welcomed. She watched them slowly turn back to their studies as Solom began to speak again. She didn't know who Sancho was or why he was apologizing for him. She didn't think it was directed at her. The apology felt too sudden for it meant for her, so she looked over at Eliya to see her facial expression on that matter.
((ooc: Sorry it was short. Half way through Tibbers (my cat) clawed my palm so now typing sucks))
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 12:18 pm
Eliya ~
The redheaded Altmer nodded at Coraline's words. She had been to Bruma only a handful of times, but the two things that had stuck out on her visits was the cold weather and lack of busyness. Eliya enjoyed the hustle and bustle, the business and activity that the Imperial City, and even the Arcane University presented to a person like herself. It wasn't only that it was much easier to blend in with all the people of the large city, but there was also the factor involving her growing up in the capital of Cyrodiil as well. "Yes, it is." Eliya smiled fondly at the younger woman and leaned in, speaking even more quietly, in a hushed tone as if about to divulge a juicy piece of gossip. "That's part of the reason I love it here so." Eliya's gaze was on Coraline as she spoke, and she noticed once again, not for the first time how young the other elf looked. So young. Too young to be traveling by herself from city to city....not to mention taking on dangerous assignments. And how old were you when you started this life? Eliya shook off her internal musings. She had been about the same age when her father was taken from her by Necromancers. It hadn't been many years later that she'd hunted down and killed every single one in cold blood. What was Coraline capable of? Probably more then Eliya or anyone else gave her credit for.
The older Altmer opened her mouth to audibly reply to the other girl's query, but was stopped short as a booming voice simultaneously startled them both. Caught by surprise, she turned quickly, to see who the voice belonged to. Who dared to speak so loudly in the Archives? Even though she didn't glance around, she knew everyone had to be staring. It was a dark haired Kahjiit, no wait, it was the same Kahjiit who had been standing at the front desk when she'd originally entered. He appeared to be reading aloud from a book, and Eliya was extremely befuddled as to why he was reading the words to her. She was very certain she'd never met him before. Then as the Kahjiit continued to read, comprehension dawned on the mage assassin. He was reading a book on Daedra. Surely this couldn't be the book she was looking for? The feline man then snapped the book shut and held it up, as if offering it to the tall elf. She reached for it without hesitation, quickly checking the title. Spirit of the Daedra. In the name of Akatosh....he'd found it! She shot a small annoyed look at the man who'd obviously sent her to the wrong section of the library, but her annoyance didn't last. "Sancho, is it? It would seem I am now in your debt." Eliya smiled a friendly smile at the stranger who had gone out of his way to assist her, not caring that he was a cat man. "You have saved me countless hours of searching, I really must insist that you will allow me to repay you in some way."Though friendly, her tone was firm. Eliya did not accept charity. Though she was more then incredibly relieved to have the book in her possession, she wouldn't be satisfied until the Kahjiit let her return the favor. Perhaps lunch?
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:08 pm
 Still vaguely cavalier as she took the book, if only for good humor, he glanced back towards Sancho as she did, and took in the rather disrupted archive with special care. He saw that one student had fallen from his precarious perch where he read on the stairs, absentmindedly blocking the way to the second floor. He was searching on the ground for his spectacles now, a furious look on his face. They must have tumbled off of his nose and between the banisters when the roar of Solom's performance split the air. Others were less disheveled, but peered over the tops of their books like owls wary of the dawning sun after a hunt. Tar'meena's face was coiled in a cryptic way, the lockjaw configuration of a real smile creeping onto her mouth. She looked like she did on those rare evenings in the city where she graced a bench in the arboretum with a pile of books at either side, listening to the bards and singers who plied their voices there. Solom knew that such song and performance was the salve that cooled the burning of her mind. He once overheard her speaking to Kaye on one of those nights, saying in quiet tones that song was to her like a ripple on a pond that brings a primrose. This irritable Dry-scale was precious to him.
It was a mysterious virtue of hearing a clear voice ring out, and seeing some confirmation that it had effected the world around him, that suddenly made him feel that much better. More himself than he had yet been this morning, he felt on firmer ground. His smile matched Tar'Meena's grin as he turned back to the two elves, bright lamps squinting gleefully down as his expression became subtly imploring at her words.
"Habasi is the name. It is no matter, really."
He put up his large black paws in sign of supplication, as if nothing would please him more than to save her helpless hours of dust and mire in the high line of shelves, and expected nothing of it. His tail dallied about from right to left, signifying a natural stream of thought eddying within his feline head.
"Habasi heard this one mention Magister Hidja, and as he is an old client of Habasi, he hoped she might pass him some words: This volume is in good condition, as it only missing the bottom third of page thirty-four, which had upon it, as Habasi understands, the foot of a diagram of a blood fountain, where written are the means whereby they are refilled, suggested by subsequent references on page thirty-six. There is a discrepancy in this volume to that of Carahil's volume found in Anvil, which she says is from Daggerfall proper. This discrepancy is that this text is three times as long, being written in three languages which are evidently tri-fold translations. Common in crimson ink, Aldmeris in blackroot emulsion, and Daedric in dried blood, the suggested nature of which is Merethic- identified by the spiral patterns visible to the naked eye upon the crowns of the letters, not penned there but bled from the tails in concentric patterns. It was the belief of Archmage Traven that this copy is original, or reproduced from that of the original. It must be understood that this book cannot be removed from the grounds of the university without the written permission of the arch mage."
He eyed the smaller one and tilted his head. It was obvious to him that they knew each other, and she seemed every bit as lost.
"What is this one looking for? Perhaps Habasi could save her some trouble."
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 12:45 am
ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None ┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 3, Ink Vial, Quill┃ Location : Imperial City, Arcane University - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Coraline still stood quietly, and tried to hide behind Eliya's taller body, to meld into the back draft of her shadow. without even moving. She stood still and watched as Habasi speak about the book in great detail, as if he was the one who personally wrote it. He knew more about this single book it seems then she knew about a five or six books together. Coraline could tell you the basics about what each tome held inside it but Habasi, who she though was Solon, or is, she doesn't know people like to go by many things she quickly figured out at a young age like her Mother is also Mom, Mommy, Mirie (which is also Coraline's middle name), Mire and Sweetie. So for all Coraline knows he could be both, or neither, it was all too confusing to dwell on so she just let it slip from her mind and just would focus on calling the Khajiit: Habasi. Though back to the previous point she was trying to make mentally, Habasi seemed to have an extensive knowledge on this particular tome. She was thinking he must read quite a lot if he could tell you which pages were torn or the writing was a bit faded. Either that or have an amazing memory. Almost like a painting.
She was watching him intently and like a psychic sense Habasi started to look back at her. His yellow feline eyes seemed illuminated as they stared at her. She was a bit taken back, scared as his held tilted. Coraline wasn't too familiar with Khajiit diets and wasn't sure if they included Altmeri children or not, though thought that was ridiculous and would be something she would say to her younger sibling to scare them and give nightmares. His tilted head did give her the feeling he was probably at a loss for words as she was. She watched him think, or, imagined cogs turning behind his skull as he was thinking like clockwork. Her mind quickly drifted off momentarily to the stories of the Dwemer and their machines and if she would ever be lucky enough to come in contact with a working one.
But as she was having a daydream of exploring ancient ruins the walking cat spoke, which she say as he was speaking to her since his eyes were still fixated on her. ''Who me?'' she said as she did a quick survey around her, seeing if there was someone behind her. Though in the aisle they three stood alone and she quickly realized that he was indeed speaking to her. ''Oh no l'm just browsing the selection. Nothing in particular.'' She didn't want to be rude or take up any of his time, yet if he was offering to be of assistance she could actually use some input on a few books she was thinking about, or just a few suggestions. ''Though my current teacher wants me to read up on anything that interests mes, which happens to be Conjuration. Gasper says l happen to be quite talented and is going to send me to Chorrol to study further.'' she took a second to catch her breath since she started to realize she was speaking without breathing. Becoming light headed and possibly fainting wouldn't be a good first impression.
''l feel like l wont be prepared enough to go there though and l want to study up on Conjuration to fit in right away. But what l mean to ask of you is this: What would you recommend for me to read so that l wont be behind the others.'' Coraline was quite pedantic of the idea of being astern the other scholars. lt was a terrible habit she had to always be ahead in subjects, at times being called a charlatan. She tried her best to not be one but there were times when she even saw herself as one in class. Though if she was actually speaking from experience from practice, which some of her peers lacked, she shouldn't feel bashful for trying to help them out even if did seem to make her seem pompous at times.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 12:19 pm
Eliya ~ The elven woman noted the correction to the cat man's name. Habasi, Sancho, how Khajiits named their kittens Eliya had no clue but one name was as good as another." 'Habasi'." The redheaded Altmer inclined her head politely as she repeated his name, correctly this time. The dark furred man seemed uninterested in Eliya's offer of gratitude, but before she could insist further, he was once more speaking.
"Habasi heard this one mention Magister Hidja, and as he is an old client of Habasi, he hoped she might pass him some words: This volume is in good condition, as it only missing the bottom third of page thirty-four, which had upon it, as Habasi understands, the foot of a diagram of a blood fountain, where written are the means whereby they are refilled, suggested by subsequent references on page thirty-six. There is a discrepancy in this volume to that of Carahil's volume found in Anvil, which she says is from Daggerfall proper. This discrepancy is that this text is three times as long, being written in three languages which are evidently tri-fold translations. Common in crimson ink, Aldmeris in blackroot emulsion, and Daedric in dried blood, the suggested nature of which is Merethic- identified by the spiral patterns visible to the naked eye upon the crowns of the letters, not penned there but bled from the tails in concentric patterns. It was the belief of Archmage Traven that this copy is original, or reproduced from that of the original. It must be understood that this book cannot be removed from the grounds of the university without the written permission of the arch mage."
Eliya was dumbfounded at the flood of words that poured from the Khajiit; some of it she understood, most of it she didn't. She wasn't actually studying the Daedra, she was just retrieving the book for a professor who was. By the Nine's, did this man work here at the library? How did he know so much about the book? Shaking her head, she made no attempt to hide the puzzlement she knew to be showing on her face. Before she could find her voice he had moved on and was addressing Coraline. Staring at the book in her hands Eliya quickly turned a few pages. Sure enough it was as Habasi had said. Eliya wasn't really paying attention to what the other elf was saying and interrupted before either of the two could continue speaking. "Habasi, I'm sorry, do you work here in the Archives? I've just never seen you in here before today and you seem to know your way around quite well. Not to mention you seem to know much about this particular book." And not to mention he seemed particularly authoritive about the book not leaving the university grounds....
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 10:22 pm
Ears hovering and tail lapping, Habasi peered down on the two of them- striking a happy medium at equal attention with his gaze, looking to the face in turn of each as they spoke. Always careful with his own words, he was no less diligent about the words and expressions of others. This is a habit not uncommon amongst sober Suthay-Raht, and indeed not uncommon of the cautious mountain lion, who passing other creatures in the forest will watch their every move. This very instant, as before, he peered down on the smaller elf as she scampered behind the taller one. He paid attention to her body language, how she hid, inclining her head to see around and keep a visual on his face. He pondered a distinct impression that she was trying to divine something deep about his own character. He could not help but feel that she looked deep and far, and with those pale blue eyes sought out means to an end beyond the conception of minds many centuries her senior. His whiskers fluttered with subtle humor as he watched her eyes drift off and peer at tunnels in space beyond the walls of these archives. He could not make heads nor tails of her daydreaming, and it was both beyond his prowess and his desire to try. Still, it was not beyond him to fancy that she had a far-reaching imagination. When she revealed to him her fascination with the art of conjuration, he recognized just how close the mark his speculations had been. Conjuration was an art which he knew was difficult beyond the conception of the other practical magics, and required a proficiency to some degree in the constituents of each of the other magical arts. To summon from the anti-mundane realms required not only astounding personal stores of magicka, but required for the inaction of it's ritual practice an awareness of the anti-mundane qualities of certain alchemical ingredients, for the opening of it's portals exceptional control over the alterations of temperatures and seasonal qualities, for the detection of the spirits to be summoned a profoundly mystical mind, for the coaxing of the entities summoned the manipulating yarn of an illusionist, and for the companionship of many of those entities an inclination towards the destruction of things in the mundane realm. What he understood from that which Tar-meena told him during evenings when Arch-mage Traven was still in power, and the conflicts in the magical community incited terror over the name of 'Mannimarco' during recent disquiet, Conjuration was an art that many treated very warily. He thought one word: 'Necromancy', and the shorter furs at the base of his spine billowed against the inside of his doublet. As it happened though, he felt a dawning trust for this young scholar, and searched around in his mind, and with his scintillating eyes scanned the shelves overhead for a few specific volumes. Sparse dialog scampered through his mind as he searched before he spoke-
~Liminal Bridges... Perhaps a bit too wordy... Doors of Oblivion by Hidja... What are the odds?~
He considered the coincidence, and raised the long pointer finger of his right paw to say 'one moment'. He smiled as he moved to take the ladder down the row for the high volume- but suddenly found other elf- who had for a long moment been perusing the ancient folio he had brought her, was speaking to him again. He stopped- one foot on the first wrung of the ladder, and looked at her, his ears flopping down on either side of his head. She was looking intently at him, as if suspicious of his behavior for some reason or other, and he was suddenly aware that she had a fiercely commanding presence. He was quiet for a moment, looking to the taller elf, and then the shorter elf- and back again, and his ears stood again.
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"No, no, Habasi does not work here. He is a friend of Tar'meeena, he procures books, and repairss them."
He looked at the book she held open in her hands, and remembered the hours of repairs he made to the clasp of the bridge, the meticulous categorizing of pages, hours of matching shreds of pages by index, the hovering of his magnifier over the grains of the vellum, the swirls of altmeri blood running pageants of terrible images throughout his dreams.
Each night of work upon the reconstruction of that volume ended with a headache and desperate need of a nightcap at the float. His face became serious as his luminous eyes returned to hers. It was a moment or two before his thrumming voice split the air again.
"Work is work, Habasi loves his work. That book, though, he cautions you to tell Hidja not to take out of sight. Please pass on the message, if this boundary is not acceptable for Master Hidja, tell him to contact Tar'meeena, she will post requisition for a copy, which may be completed in as soon as one months time.
Habasi apologizes for any inconvenience, for he knows Master Hidja is inclined to travel in his research, but this book is a special case and must be treated with care."
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 1:42 am
 ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 2, Ink Vial, Quill┃ Location : Arcane University - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Eliya had brought up a good point. Coraline hadn't seen Habasi either. She thought his name was Solom. She hadn't worked with a Khajiit before, though always wanted to. But despite her lack of prior knowledge of them, Habasi hadn't come up in many conversations or has actually been spotted by herself. Though she wasn't around here too often, so it wasn't unlikely that their paths haven't crossed until now. She watched his ears twitch and cross her arms, still standing to the side of Eliya but shifting her gaze around his silhouette seeing his tool belt. He seemed more like he was a laborer instead of an archivist. The librarian spoke turned around and got on a ladder. His paws scanned some books after a little bit of mental deliberation.
Coraline watched as he tried to pick out a book, one that might suit her, if that what was he was up to. For all she knows is that he soon forgot about her request for an interesting novel and decided to go back to work. Though he stepped down, looked at the pair of elves and spoke after his ears rose. He was speaking of his profession. He in fact was not a librarian, she feels silly for thinking he was one though not unlikely since he seemed to be a kind of book fanatic. Though as he was explaining his job it seemed like he was more of being an actual librarian then not being one. He took care of books, repaired them and got them for the archives. All he was missing was a ledger to keep track of who was borrowing which book. Coraline's lips pursed to the left in thought of this little discovery and her arms crossed over her chest, clasping her own bicep with her right hand, her left dangled underneath the arm. Putting most of her weight on her right leg, her body shifted slightly.
He spoke mostly of the book Eliya had retrieved from him and not really assisting Coraline in her search. She might have as well gone to The First Edition for a book, though didn't want to waste too much time browsing stories instead of text books, which is the opposite of what she wanted to do. She liked to read but preferred to read books on her own accord instead of being asked to read something that was just knowledge on a piece of paper, page after page. She had read a lot of those and feels that it was just going to remove most of her knowledge of what she had read in the past by filling her head with new information. There was once a test she had to take in Bruma where that had happened, though luckily it was just a minor alchemical problem, which she didn't care about and her teacher knew that.
''l think it's a good thing you're doing Habasi. These books should be protected for future generations.'' Her words true in her own mind. If no one took care of these old tomes then they would surely enough crumble away so that no one would be able to read the words. ''If you don't study history you are doomed to repeat it.'' her professor always said to her while giving her another recorded account to read.
((OoC: Sorry it's taken a while for me to post; work has been hell...))
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 12:44 pm
Eliya ~
The Altmer found herself fairly satisfied at the response the cat man gave to her query. Granted it was entirely possible that he was lying and had some sort of dangerous reason for doing so, but as Eliya looked at him she found the thought doubtful. Her line of work kept her suspicious and often borderline paranoid about certain things, certain people, but at this moment her senses were telling her that Habasi, as he called himself, was telling the truth. Not to mention that he did seem quite familiar with his way around the Archives as well as Tar'Meena.
Lips pursed in thoughtful silence, Eliya gazed intently at the feline man as he paused for a few moments as if lost in thought. Absently she realized he was staring at the book in her hands, the one he'd very recently found for her. What he was thinking the female mage had no clue, but his silence didn't last long and was barely noticeable. When he continued to speak again, Eliya nodded affirmatively. "I will pass on your words, Habasi." The mage assassin dipped her head slightly as she spoke.
Now that she had the book she'd came for, there was little reason to remain in the Archives. It was a beautiful sunny day and since the gallant cat man had saved Eliya hours of searching through dusty books she felt impressed to be out doors. Unbidden, the thought of asking Coraline to practice destruction spells with her outdoors came to mind. Before she could vocalize her thoughts however, her stomach grumbled and reminded her that she had yet to eat anything for lunch. Or breakfast for that matter. She directed her attention to the younger Altmer. "Coraline, I'm going to sign this book out of the Archives; perhaps after you find a suitable book on Conjuration we could get lunch together." She smiled fondly at the younger elf. "I don't know about you but I could eat a mammoth."
Now that the stressful task of the day was taken care of, all she had to do was drop the book off to her Professor at some point. Surely that could wait until later. The thought of inviting Habasi along, actually did surface in the Altmer's mind, but she hesitated, remembering how he'd declined her earlier offer of lunch. Deciding to give it one more go, she went ahead and asked. "Habasi, you have been a great help. Would you have any interest in joining us for lunch?" Eliya wasn't generally one for making friends or going out of her way to be friendly, but this seemed like a decent man and who knew when she might need help finding another book at some future point? Deciding even as she asked that she wouldn't take no for an answer, Eliya spoke again without giving him time to respond. "Excellent, i'll meet you two outside."Smiling her best charming smile, Eliya immediately headed off to the front desk before he could say no. It took her only a few moments to log out the book, and then she headed out into the sunlight, not even looking to see if the others were coming. She leaned against the outside of the building as she waited for the two to exit. If they took too long she'd just head off to find some food herself. Even if Habasi didn't join them, Eliya was sure Coraline would come find her. Well,....remotely sure. For the briefest moment Eliya entertained the notion that, just perhaps, she was too confident and assuming at times. With a toss of her red locks she shook the thought away, having no interest in focusing on such negativity.
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