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 Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 8:56 am
Kat looked tired as she finally made her way into the library, she shire size of it made her more tired then she already was.
Okay, I wanted to come here, now lets make the best of it. She thought and with a heavy sigh she started to slowly wander around.
She looked at the different types of books before finding one about astrology that interested her.
She pulled it gentually away from the shelf and found a quiet spot on a sofa to sit and began reading.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 12:31 pm
The library one of the few places where Jacob could be found here upon campus. The boy was located in the far back of the library leaning back upon the hind legs of the wooden chair he was perched upon. His feet propped up upon a table with a sketch book across his lap. On the table was a series of pencils, paints, and brushes. The sketch page was still blank as his eyes steadily wondered about the library around him. He had yet to find something to draw in this silent place. And he had already been hear for close to an hour already and still nothing. A small sigh escaped his lips as he closed his sketch book so that he may go to the first page. Pushing the cover back he looked upon a picture of a young woman at least in her early twenties. With redish orange hair pulled back in a pony tail. Brilliant green eyes peering out in curiosity and wonder. The sketch itself was so real..it looked as if the woman would simple come out at any given second. He turned the page looking upon another picture. This was of a child though standing in the middle of a field of grass. Holding an adorable little kitten in her hands with glee. By the girl was dressed it was obvious she was in some form of school.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 2:49 am
Kat sighed. She closed the book she was reading gentually and walked to the nearest shelf to seek out another one.
She let her hand drift gentually over the books, just brushing them with her fingertips as she gazed calmly at the different titles, looking for anything that caught ehr eyes.
She finally found a horror book that looked interesting, she pulled it from the shelf and sat back down. She began reading the book from where she was quietly.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 2:29 pm
Kat placed the book she was reading back where she found it and sighed. She was glad she had some quiet time reading but she guessed she should leave.
She quietly headed towards the doors that exited the library, her boots muffled against the carpet as she pushed one door open and headed on her way back to the dorms.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 10:04 am
It was obvious Jacob wasn't going to get any inspiration for his art within such a quite place. Perhaps he should try the training facility or the courtyards. Many people were in those two locations so perhaps he would have a better chance of getting his inspiration. Silently Jacob packed up his belongins he had brought along with him. Stuffing them in the bag carefully before slinging it over his shoulders. Pushing the chair back in he would make his way through the library and leave it. Heading towards the courtyard first.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 6:33 pm
Lukan slowly walked into the library looking at the walls apon walls of books. Lukan grind and cracked his hands thinking to himself "Time to get to work." He walked up to the main counter where a middle aged women sat behind the counter. "Um, excuse me miss. Could you direct me to the section where alchemy is and some fighting style books." The women peeked up from the book she was reading and smirked. "They're both in the back wall." She pointed and he nodded. "Thank you ma'am." He started back to the wall and crossed his legs and rubed his chin reading the titles of some of the books. Some read as 'Basics of Alchemy', and 'Fighting Styles for Dummbies'. "Wouldn't think to see something like that in this place." He thought to himself. Gen, crept up on him and looked at his figure. "My suggestion for you would be snake kung-fu, you seem like it would work well." She took a book off the shelf without even looking at it and handed it to him as if she memorized where all the books were in the library. "And you look like you have some knowlege on alchemy, so here's a book that'll help you." SHe handed him anouther book. "Err, thank you ma'am." She smiled and went back to her desk leading him back as well. "It's my job." "Well could I check these out?" He asked handing them to her. "Done, just returne them when you're done or when someone else needs them." He cocked his head and his ears twiched and chose not to ask any questions. "Thank you again." He said starting to walk out and closing the door quitely behind him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 8:31 am
Dante slowly opened the front door to the library, raggedly stepping inside as his arms felt like they were on fire. He'd been picking up and moving pieces of the brokedown church throughout the evening, trying his best to fix the make-shift tower of hope look the way it did once before. He slipped into the quiet building, sighing as he closed the door behind him. His footsteps sounded rather dark in this place, his eyes not wandering over the endless amount of knowledge, but on the floor in front of him. The voice in the back of his head laughed at him, telling him he was a fool for saving a girl that did not care for him. He tried to quiet, silence this voice, but it grew like a virus, causing him to wonder if it was true...did Joy really forget him? Did Joy really not care for him? Did anyone at that place remember what he'd done for them? His rbeathing grew sharply as he shook his head, clearing his mind and taking a seat at a nearby empty table. A bundle of books was sitting near the dge of the table, and Dante's eyes ran down the list of titles effortlessly, stopping on a book he'd never heard of. Picking it up, he slowly looked at the cover, then smiled weakly to himself, opening up the first page as he whispered the title to himself. The Lost Chronicles of the War of Black Roses...
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 8:46 am
"Something you can relate to I take it." came the familiar, yet seldom heard voice of an all too familiar, yet seldom seen individual. He was sitting in a chair that was in front of a table only a few feet away. The chair was turned sideways from the table, toward Dante, so that the man could gaze toward him. Had he been there long? Had he just arrived? Had he been waiting all this time? Those who recognized and knew him knew better then to bother with such questions, as they would never be answered. He was calm, as always, a light smile playing itself upon his face as he addressed Dante. He sat with one leg crossed over the other, his fingers intertwined together, the hands resting against his leg. "It has been too long, perhaps." he smiled a bit more broadly, his eyes halfway closing and concealing the pale, gray whites of his irises and pupils. "How have you been, young man?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 8:56 am
Dante shook his head, grinning a bit to himself as Ivory found its way back into his coat from under his folded arm. I knew you'd show up sooner or later... this school has a tendency of harboring those filled with mischief. Dante didn't look up from the book, seeming to scan the pages for a single event and not finding it yet. What brings you to my presence, Solumone.... Why come here to see me? It has been almost half a year since my absence to join the Night Angels. Much has been learned and much has been lost. So tell me, what do you hope to gain from speaking to a once defiant fool...? He looked up suddenly, his glasses reflecting Solumone's appearence as Dante's words came out: Smooth, sophisticated, and very calm. This wasnt like the old him, something had changed him inside. I will admit... it is good to see an old face such as yourself in this wretched place.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 9:43 am
Solumone closed his eyes for a moment, seemingly thinking about the question that he had given. A small chuckle followed, and then his eyes would open to look up at the other man. "My dear boy..." he said, not out of disrespect, but simply in the manner of an old man speaking to a younger acquaintance. "You should know that I am...but a humble merchant. I gain little from this besides the enjoyment of your company." he chuckled again, though not quite as softly as before, quite happily in fact. "Certainly you do not still mistrust me after all this time, do you? Do I...truly come off as such a bad person?" he tilted his head a little, then pushed his glasses a bit against his face. Things had not changed much for Solumone but...then again, when did they ever?
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 10:05 am
Dante proped his leg atop the table, crossing it with his other while his arms found home between eachother. He watched Solumone, listening to the man's tone as he suddenly spoke. You dotn really come off as any type of 'guy',Friend.... and that is what scares me the most about you. he suddenly reached his right hand out, copping his glasses down as bit so Solumone could see the new cat-like features in each. ....And no offense old man, but who said i trusted you in the first place? He gave a playful grin, just trying to break the ice after such a long absence, suddenly speaking with a different tone. I do not know what to belive anymore, Old Man... I came back here and ended up saving a life.... not just any life...the life of a woman i cared very much for. And she simply walked off without so much as a thank you. What have I become? I know they say heros will saved those that need help...and I am not a hero, but that doesnt mean im going to stand around and wait for one to appear either.... I did what I felt was right, yet why does it feel the the shadow of the confrontation is just beginning to loom over this school?
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 10:48 am
Solumone stared at Dante for several moments without speaking. Even with the smile on his face, there was the sense of a looming and deep feeling within him. Even so, he managed to hold that smile... "Perhaps..." he glanced down at the floor, though it wasn't easy to notice unless one could get a very good look at his eyes, being so near white as they were. "...that is because it is." he went silent again, the expression on his face almost...growing cold, losing its feeling. He then smirked, and began to snicker, then laugh a little. "But why speak of such things? Ha ha...you worry far too much, good sir. So you do not see yourself as a hero, perhaps you are not? Perhaps dear Joy simply had too much on her mind at the time, yes? Do not occupy yourself so much with trivial things, you are who you choose to be, nothing more." he nodded assuringly to his own statement. "Trust me you may not, but at the very least you must trust yourself and your decisions. As Yusake often says: 'Pick a road and run it as fast as you damn well can, 'cause if you stand there like an idiot thinking too much the you get run over.'" he laughed.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 2:49 pm
Dante took in Solumone's words, an eerie calm followed them as Dante nodded his head. He was right: he was worrying too much about things he couldn't control. He was worried about Joy, but that didnt mean she wanted Dante to help her anyway. The thing that really struck him was when solumone said "You are who you choose to be, nothing more"
Who I....Choose to be? He thought to himself for a moment, then spoke in a quivering tone. Who I....Choose to be.... I choose to be.... Dante suddenly looked up at Solumone, grinning slyly and speaking in a defiant tone, but not to the man...more like to the world and those watching. ...I choose to be a guardian devil. I wish I could say angel, but alas, I was not gifted that half. He stood up suddenly, kicking the chair back a bit as he slid the book he was holding towards Solumone. The page that was open dictated a man that looked like that of a monster, bodies surrounding him and violently tossed, the monster wore a red cloak around him, and the caption at the bottom was quoted as 'The Legend of the Thousand Demon Slayer.' Dante leaned over towards Solumone, whispering as he looked right into the man's face. I still don't know whats worth fighting for.... but as long as I can still do this, I'll use it as I see fit. And as I see it now...Joy neds me, and I need to protect her, even if its from you.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 3:43 pm
Solumone stared into Dante's eyes again, and again was silent after the man spoke. What could he very well tell Dante at first? Perhaps he just felt another silent moment was fitting. But soon enough, he broke the silence with a chuckle. "My word, dear boy, I am a truly non-violant man. I would never bring another through danger of any kind..." he gave a dismissive wave as a gesture to show he, indeed, would -never- harm another. It was never his way, most knew Solumone to be a peaceful man, and Dante was no exception...at least that was the hope. "And besides..." his eyes traced along Dante's form, which was -quite- close to him. He found Dante's own, quite fierce eyes and stopped, staring into them, as he was never one to turn his eyes away from another.
"Do not interfere..."
The sound of a voice appeared in his head. "...perhaps it is not me you should worry of protecting her from." he tilted his head in the slightest. The voice didn't bother him, or didn't seem to, as he made no sudden movement or change in expression from it. The voice was but a memory, however...though a memory which implanted itself firmly within his mind.
"The boy does not interest me, Graves." there was darkness which surrounded the man in white. He could not see to either side, not behind him...nothingness almost. The only visible thing was the movement of black...somehow this could be seen even in absolute darkness. It appeared like moving cloth, flowing softly in a delicate form in front of him. "Do not interfere..." the hushed whisper echoed through the room. "Hmm, it is not like you to be so forward. What interest could you have with anything here, Truth? It is...small...unimportant to you, and I hardly find it worth threatening dear Yusake." eyes of azure, deathly and cold, opened within the darkness and glared upon him.
"Your attempts are in vain, merchant. I know of your connection with him, and there is little you can do should I feel inclined to remove him from the board. You forget who is within arms reach of him...always..." the man slightly tiled his head, smirking still...eyes fixated onto the dark set of eyes before him. "You place quite a great deal of confidence on his loyalties." it was almost arrogant, smug. "Maru will take his loyalties above his personal feelings, always. His lover died by his hands with but an utterance by me, do not think he will show any hesitation with a friend." at first, the man's eyes stayed firm on the creature's, smiling as he always did. But then...inexplicably...his eyes tilted away, off from the gaze of the other, as if it were too much, perhaps? "Hm..."
Here and gone in an instant, and Solumone smiled to Dante when it was over. His private moments, nothing to be concerned about, and so he had nothing to comment about it. "I am, after all, but a simple merchant of what the costumer so desires. There are things...far worse then I, yes? That does remind me! You...never did request an order to be made for you, did you?" changing the subject, as well as the mood of things.
"Do not interfere..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 4:07 pm
Dante stood there, watchign Solumone and then speaking with a sly grin. I was just making sure you knew... Merchant. Dante sat back down, pushing the book away fro Solumone as he pulled Ivroy and Ebony from his coat, ejected the magazines and then taking a bullet from each. A special order...huh? Well...I actually am in need of something... He placed each round in front of the man, they looked almost identical, save for the face that Ivory's shells were gold, and Ebony's were black. Dante held up ivory, handing it to Solumone as he spoke, sounding almost proud f his inventive bullets. What I need..... Is four cases of 13mm steel-jacket hollowpoints, the phosphorus gunpowder and bored through with Quicksliver.... Two cases are to be gold, the hollowpoints coated with silver from a church cross, and then filled with holy water and capped in wax used during confessionals. They are then to be blessed by a reverend...and a damn fine one at that.
He tossed the bullet onto Solumone lap, taking the other. The other 2 cases are to be black, coated in obsidian nitrate found below the earth. They are then to be filled with the blood of a demon, and capped in wax used during summoning rituals. From there, they are to be blessed by a heretic... you cannot find a bad one of those.
Dante stood back, waiting to see Solumone's expression at the dispense of one of his most guarded secrets: the contents of his bullets. he reached into his coat pocket, pulling a money clip and simply tossing it on Solumone's lap, the amount in there easily covering the charge for the bullets and Solumone's assistance... almost twices as much. I only have whats left in these guns and about a case left of each... do not dissapoint me merchant.... I have grown fond of your company and would hate to lose it over such a silly thing like money.
Dante moved his glasses back to cover his eyes, speaking to Solumone in an easy-going tone. I know you dont stand in my way Solumone, but also try not to stand so close to everyone in this school....you never know when a wrong deal will cost you more than money.
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