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Miztka Araethos drifts lazily through the air into the library, leading Androsia to her desired destination. "This is the Araethos Library, You will not find a bigger more complete collection of books in all of Miyr. The power of knowledge contained in these books in immeasurable. Just be careful what you reach for. Most of the dangerous books are kept locked in a vault in the back. However every once in a while one seems to make it to the shelf." Miztka lets out a an unsettling laugh. She flies up to the top of one of the towering bookshelves and grabs a book. She then finds a seat next to Lazerus and begins to read.

This thread is re-opened

((speaking of Kail, you need to put his profile up so I can play him again><))

A bell rung on the wall of the library where Kail was currently residing, letting him know someone had entered the main lobby of the mansion. The place had become rather quiet since he stopped running his mansion as an Inn and hosting guests. He had devised this magical system of bells to alert him when someone entered his home. Letting out a sigh he closed the tome he was reading, issuing forth a small cloud of dust. Placing it on the table he walked out of library and down the hall. He had left strict instructions to the spectral librarian not to put the books away he was reading, but he wondered if she would listen. It was more difficult keeping the spirits in line now without Mitzka's help. She had a way with them for some reason.

As he approached the lobby he was rather surprised to see his old friend. "So the rumors were true! I had heard you had come back from the dead, or at least a statue anyways. You will have to forgive me for not seeking you out. As of late I have not had the chance to get out much." Kail's smile turns to a frown when he sees what is in Vincen't's hands. "I was hoping those parts of the rumors would prove false. It is true then, my sister is free."

Kail walks over to the dark fluffy lounge chair where Vincent had placed Daustua’s body and begins to examine her. The plant girl still looked perfectly the same, as if sleeping. Kail opens up her eyes and lookes into her them and then closes them. “Hmm… there’s still something there, and impression perhaps…I might…” Kail shakes his head and returns his attention to Vincent. “I am not sure what to make of it but I do not like this turn of events. My sister…its complex. She has a good soul, I feel it. But a taint has grasped hold of her heart. A dark side that I can’t even begin to fathom I tried to free her of it, but it was beyond even me, the scar runs so deep. She’s dangerous Vincent." Kail, pauses for a moment, looking back at Daustua resting softly on the chair. "Tell me, for I have been told you have been spending much time together, how much has she told you of her past?"

Kail’s face hardens up as he begins to go into deep thought. It seems thinking about Mitzka’s past was as painful for him as it was for her. It looked too that he was considering something very carefully. However after a few moments his face softens up and he turns from looking at Daustua back to Vincent. “I think she will tell you about it when she is ready. I would hate to betray her trust in you by telling you things she is not ready to tell you herself. If what you tell me is true, then I believe you are having a positive influence on my sister, possibly even helping her heal from the wounds that cause her terrible state. This turn of event might after all be a blessing. Kail ponders this thought for a moment.

Kail suddenly strides across the room over next to Vincent. He places an arm on his shoulder. Though several inches shorter the Vincent, Kail looks him directly in the eyes. His look is of deadly seriousness. “Vincent, I feel my sister needs you. From one close friend to another I ask you. Please protect her. And I don’t mean from others. She is far more capable of that herself. She has the power to bring about incredible desolation. No, I ask you to please protect her…from herself.

((hehe that turned out much different then I had planned it. Kail was about to spill the beans on his sister but the way you talked about her opening up to you made Kail consider the ramifications his actions might have. And Also, what might really be going on with the his sister psyche. ))

Kail smiles and nods. "Thank you." As you touch Kail's hand you find it unusually cold to the touch. You notice too that he appears paler then usual. Kail withdraws his hand and straitens himself up. "Well, While you are here you should stay a while. Its been awfully quiet around here since I had to close the manor to regular guests. Petra's in the garden too if you would like to talk to her. Oh, I dont think I mentioned it to you yet, Petra and I....

Suddenly Kail's face seizes up. His hand reaches for his heart, as he falls to his knees. He begins to tremble and sweat all over. After a moment he collapses to the floor. "Father!" you hear a voice yell from the hallway. Out of the shadows of the corridor darts a girl of about 15 years of age. Aparently she had been spying on the conversation the entire time. However you soon realize she is no ordinary girl. Much like Daustua her skin looks to be made of polished wood and her hair of that of a willow vines. She runs to Kail's side and looks pleadingly up at Vincent. "Please, you must fetch Petra."

Petra cocks her head quizzically at a noise, caught deep in thought as she precisely prunes a gardenia. She thinks she heard a girl's voice, almost definitely Poa's--but what did she say? Petra pauses to listen for a moment, but catches only the faint singing of a few insects, indolent among the garden's lushness.

Satisfied, she turns back to her flowers. Surely it was only--

She starts suddenly as Vincent's cry breaks over her, and the force of her shock sets her heart pounding. Years of being in more dangerous circumstances have conditioned her, and now her scared, panicky thoughts are accompanied by flight. Kail?! her mind cries as she whirls around a palm, flat sandals slapping the flagstones between greenery. Not again, please, please, not again, why does he DO this?? Petra races through the rooms between the lounge and the garden, knowing intuitively where they are.

"Kail?!" she shouts as she bursts in, and her eyes are dragged suddenly to the floor and the crumpled heap that adorns it. She screams--it is a pointless, childish thing to do, but when one encounters such a sight, an outburst may be inevitable. Dropping to her knees beside him, Petra pushs aside his cloak, feeling frantically for his pulse.

"It's weak," she mutters, more to herself than to Vincent, whom she was basically ignoring. "He's done it before, but this time--agh!" Breaking off, Petra places both hands firmly on Kail's flesh. A pale glow suffuses their bodies in an instant, growing almost imperceptibly brighter as Petra concentrates. Under her breath, between frantic sobs, she repeats one phrase over and over:

"It's worked before, it's worked before, it's worked before..."