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 Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 12:00 am
He paused and looked up at her as she gave him her full name and needless to say it confirmed his hunches for the most part and so he slowly nodded and smiled and returned with a simple, "Izaak Reinhardt," with a smile as he stared down at his notes. Izaak added a couple of thoughts before they flew away completely.
Izaak hummed a bit as he shifted in his seat and made his next offer, because he could do it a little more freely than her, "If you want to check out books just let me know and I'll deal with the librarian and stuff," he said quietly with a small shrug. Izaak wasn't sure why he wanted to help Sally live a 'normal' life he just knew that she seemed so lonely and bored but what he felt wasn't really pity was as much as it was an odd sort of kinship and a little bit of sympathy.
He didn't believe in pity, he did however believe in compassion (so long as he didn't need to feed).
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 12:25 am
"Nice to meet you." Sally murmured on habit alone, reluctantly tucking that piece of information away. She had a feeling that he understood, and that was enough for her. His offer was received with a nod, though she had picked up her pen again, and was trying to being herself to write something on the new, crisp first page. After several failed attempts to get the pen to connect with the paper, the Monster frowned, leaning back and setting her pen down. The first page was ripped from the book and placed in the back, between the last page and the back cover.
There, now the book was no longer new.
Feel suddenly better, she picked up the pen and started scrawling her notes in very small and concise printing. Under the heading of 'TROLLS', she put anything she knew that she didn't recall seeing or reading in his notes, taking this time to get everything in order before she went out seeking new information.
Still, the rather short discussion of Mark brought up a lot of poor memories and even worse emotions; she hated being forced to relive these...it wasn't like she asked to be what she was turned into! She missed human contact, she missed being able to go places without having to be invited, she missed having and being part of a family, she hated that most of the humans she came in contact with were killed by her one way or another...she just missed being human. Living forever was not something she wanted.
"...How long have you been researching these?" She piped up after a while, wanting to ask about one subject over the other but unable to bring herself to single it out. No, that would be too obvious and too helpful!
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 12:36 am
Izaak chuckled lightly and replied, "Same to you," in a light tone.
The bald man gazed at her through heavy lidded eyes as she tore the page and tucked it away. It was a curiosity but nothing he felt the need to comment on as he went back to scribbling out and isolating more tidbits of notes from the book he currently had open. He was mildly absorbed by his work but he was attentive enough if Sally spoke up, in fact he even glanced at her now and again just to make sure she didn't just stare at him as if expecting him to read her mind about whether or not she wanted his attention for some odd reason but thus far it seemed as if she was content without it.
He was in the middle of writing when he paused and glanced up at her curiously and then gazed back down and finished the thought once more before he answered her, "Trolls and Ogres? A couple of years now. Vampires and undead? Since I became a folklorist," he explained either way with a small shrug, "I was a folklorist at the age of eighteen; I am now twenty-five."
It wasn't that he wanted to give her unwanted information but it at least gave her an idea of how long he was at this research.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 12:56 am
The part about Trolls and Ogres was quickly forgotten, but the part she cared about had her attention. Seven years of research...seven years was a long time, if he was as dedicated to that as he was to their current topic. He probably had a lot of information on certain subjects...
"...I see." Sally said lamely, pursing her lips together. There was clearly more she wanted to say, but something was preventing her from saying it, from asking the question she really wanted to ask. Her gaze dropped to her journal though her sickly red eyes were unfocused, her hand very absently scrawling 'I want to be human' in a scratching font, easily distinguished from her real notes. She had so many reasons, too...and this was probably one of her last chances to get any information on the subject.
"Have you ever...heard anything about the...change...getting reversed?" Sally asked quietly but pointedly, putting up some metaphorical stone walls should her question be taken and denied flat out as absurd.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 1:16 am
He set his pen down as he looked over at her with a small tilt of his head. Izaak was looking for a way to change back to human on and off for himself but they never seemed to pan out very well since he wasn't a 'traditional' vampire though he was undead and classified as something vampiric. He leaned back in his chair a bit, the bald man wasn't too nosey but he figured that she had her reasons as to why she wanted to change back and would probably tell him if he pried and yet he didn't feel on the level with her where he felt he could pry and not have her completely and utterly loathe him more.
Izaak rubbed his jaw as he poked at his memory, "I did read something once, the book was kinda old and had a couple of pages missing on the subject but I remember it saying something about the sun, but without the information the missing pages might have it'd be dangerous to anyone who might want to try and test anything with the sun involved..." It was cautionary at best he didn't want Sally trying anything that might get her irrevocably harmed.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 10:53 pm
The construction of her metaphorical walls was halted by Izaak's reaction. He wasn't brushing it off as nonsense, and he certainly wasn't laughing at her...he was actually being serious. And helpful. That last part was probably the most surprising. Sally thought about the book, her attention down on her journal. So there was something, but the pages were missing? Huh...well, it was good to know there was a hint somewhere!
"I...see." The part about the sun frightened her; it went against every ounce of self preservation the Vampire in her had. No, she wasn't going to try anything until she knew what was in those missing pages. But, in order to find out... "Do you happen to remember what it was called?" The book, naturally. Sally was staring at him again, intently and with an unwaivering gaze. If there was one thing she was more than serious about, it was the need to become human again, if at all possible. She'd take the short, difficult life span over an easy eternity.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:37 am
He was a folklorist above all else, of course he took her seriously! Especially in these matters where vampirism were concerned it didn't just affect her but it affected him. Though the book they were currently speaking about was of no use to him but that didn't mean he would withhold it from her if she asked for it.
And she did.
Izaak paused and gazed up at her with his fox-eyed gaze for a long moment. It was called something with a 'D'. He began to murmur to himself all sorts of words came tumbling past his lips both arcane sounding and even the absurd, "Dill pickles? Wait, no that wasn't it umm..." he kept going under his breath and when it seemed all hope was lost before he suddenly sat up.
"Diluculo, it was simply called Diluculo." Izaak said proudly, happy he remembered it. If she expected him to recall it straight away that would make her the crazy one! He sat over countless books since then; he couldn't always recall things off the top of his head on demand.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 3:20 am
Sally's gaze waivered for a moment, her expression briefly moving from intense to ludicrous. Dill Pickle? What kind of book was that? Was he just jerking her chain? He'd better not be, or el---oh good, that wasn't it. Her expression soon became baffled as he continued to prattle on under his breath; crazy. This man was crazy. Granted she knew this before, but...it still caught her off guard.
She was just about to sigh in exasperation and to tell him to just forget about it, but was startled instead when he suddenly sat up. Blinking and quickly schooling her expression to hide that surprise, she then fought to keep her excitement and, dare she admit it, hope, from her face.
She was failing, of course. How could she? Any lead was a lead!
"Diluculo..." The Monster repeated, drawing her gaze away from him to look distantly elsewhere. Diluculo. How hard would that be to find, she wondered. She wasn't sure if she should approach him for help on that particular subject...as wonderful as he was being to her, she still clung onto the thought that he was...incredibly annoying. Well, now she could do the research on it when he didn't need her, and when she had enough...then maybe she would seek out his help. He had to understand the position she was in, of course. How could he not? They were in the same boat, so to speak.
"Th...ank you." She said hesitantly, still trying to keep her excitement under wraps. There was very little she could give him in return for this information, and she didn't see herself telling him much about herself without a decent amount of prodding first, but...really, information about herself was the only thing she could possibly give him. But even that was useless...at least it was something.
"If...there is anything you'd like to ask me, I guess I could answer it. Within reason." She said awkwardly, looking down at the notebook that was open on her pulled up knees. "You know, in thanks...for the name of the book..." Sally really wasn't good at this.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 1:35 am
He watched her quietly after he gave her the title of the book and nodded a bit, "No problem," and was content to just let the subject drop for the moment as he returned back to his prior study while she struggled to keep her excitement under control. It seemed rude to watch her as she struggled and wiggled under the information he had just given her. There was no guarantee that a copy would ever be found. There were very few volumes printed before Vampire Rights Activities threw a hissy fit. Something about how vampires don't have anything wrong with them and should be left alone.
Though those activists have yet to explain the feeling of those that don't wish to be a bloodsucker, but that was a different matter entirely. There were other matters and creatures in Diluculo as well but the section about the 'Vampire Cure' that got people up in arms.
Izaak blinked a bit at her offer and tilted his head to the side. Question, question...
"What kind of vampire are you?" Blunt and to the point.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 2:03 am
Sally had no clue about the Vampire Rights Activities, as far as she was concerned there could be several copies out there, ripe for her reading! She wanted rid of this curse, she wanted it badly. Her sickly red eyes stared down at her notebook, her fingers tapping the lined sheets, just waiting for him to ask his question. Or to not ask his question. Just...do something! Now, please. She whined mentally, becoming more and more uncomfortable the longer the silence went on...even if the silence only lasted a minute or two, it was damned near eternity.
"...T-there are kinds?!" She gasped out, her head snapping up to stare wide-eyed at him. Kinds of Vampires? But...but...that didn't make sense! But what's worse... "I don't know...!" Now that she knew there were kinds, this answer came out as a bit of a frustrated lament. "I can only keep blood down, the sun burns, I sleep in a bathtub of blood, just touching a warm blooded human makes me snap and I can't enter a building without being directly invited!" Still founding rather frustrated, she threw and focused a hard glare at her notebook, a hand coming up to ruffle through her hair as she chittered on about what she could and couldn't do. "So whatever type that makes me is what I am." Her temper had risen again, and she was steadily streaming not-so-nice curses to the a*****e who turned her and left her with no information. Who did that? 'Welcome to your new species! Here's a welcome package!' would have been nice.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 2:11 am
Amazingly enough he didn't seem phased at her outburst. He gazed over at the clock on the distant wall of the library and began to pack his things up with a thoughtful hum, "Yes there are other kinds. It's a little hard to explain but it seems like your type has a lot of Western influences. Your 'Ancestor' could possibly be traced all the way to Dracula himself," he said thoughtfully as he stood up and started to put the used books on a nearby cart with a small shrug, "I doubt that is much of a comfort to you at all, but yeah. I am sure that you can find hope in that book where I couldn't."
A small smile was on his lips, for Izaak it was a bit bittersweet.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 2:30 am
It took Sally a moment to realize what he was doing while he talked. She was too focused on the amount that she didn't care over who her lineage could be traced back to. Dracula. Great. She can thank him for being the douche to steal her life away, or at least for making the life she had infinitely more difficult. Eventually she figured it out, and set to helping him put a couple of the books away, but never letting go of her new notebook and pen. Never.
She caught the smile, the one that didn't fit on his features...at least in her opinion. Not that she cared how he smiled, nope. Her temper instantly fled and she stared at him, a mix of misplaced pity and mild curiousity. She didn't want to ask, it wasn't her place, but...how could she not? It involved the book she wanted, and since he was a Vampire of sorts as well... "How do you know it won't work for you? I thought you said there were pages missing...there could still be something in there for you." She sounded strangely...hopeful for him? It was a strange feeling for sure, but that bittersweet expression of his just stuck pins in her heart.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 2:40 am
He laughed a bit and shrugged, "Unless they have a section for my 'type' I do not think my 'cure' is in there. I guess we'll never know unless the book is found still whole, hm? I don't have the same restrictions as you do...I can go out in the sun for a period of time..I wouldn't suggest sunbathing..Of course the more time I spend on the sun the more I have to devour...I also have to sleep with the dirt of my grave under my pillow or put in my bed somehow..." Izaak seemed not so hopeful for his own chances but if it helped Sally he'd be alright with that.
She deserved the help. She deserved to be happy.
Izaak could stand to live this way if it gave him a way to help at least one person.
The bald man continued to put up books with a small hum, seemingly content for the moment.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 2:58 am
"Oh." Was really all Sally could say to that, hugging her notebook to her chest after everything was cleaned up and put relatively away. She was watching him, and it...kind of made her sad to see him like this. Then again, anything coming from him that was less than happily annoying made her feel off. Which it shouldn't. Because she didn't really care about him at all. Not even as a friend. Nope. Never.
"I suppose I should get going...when do you need me next?" She inquired; she did take up his offer to be his assistant, after all. That meant they had to do a lot of research, and she was still learning the ropes.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 3:09 am
He really didn't have much to add as he cleaned up and when it was all clear he went and shouldered his messenger bag and he uttered a thoughtful sigh. Izaak was gradually falling back into his usual happy swing as he pointed his fox-eyed gaze upward before he finally uttered, "Next weekend should be good for a bit of research," he said happily. Izaak had a few things that he actually needed to do during the week especially during the evenings that didn't involve his research. Izaak needed to gather herbs and such for his other occupation that he had for during the day time hours when he didn't sleep.
"Sound fair?"
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