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 Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 11:33 am
The Library General setting: The library, like all other structures in the Isle consists of one large open room. Ornate paintings decorate the 'skylight' of the library structure, the ceiling is dome shaped. It is rather dim, other than sparse, yellow lighting, though the walls are crammed full of books. Most of them seem like logs actually, simply stating a simple date. Upon opening the books, they are entirely unreadable, simply filled to the brim with a series of four digit numbers and scrawl in an entirely different language. OOC: EVENT ROLLS AND PROMPT MECHANICS: - When your student has arrived in this setting, you can CHOOSE to roll a 100-sided dice at any point in time. You can only do this twice per RP you make. Match your dice roll to the results below for a prompt/ small reaction that your student may discover. RP out results accordingly. 1-20: You pick up a book, and notice that it has the number1999 on it. Oddly enough, when you open the book up, inside instead of random scrawls, are also strange diagrams. You don't really understand what they mean, as they all the circles in the diagrams are covered in unusual glyph markings. (see below for horsemen point prompt) - Horsemen point prompt! You also see something glint next to you, but is it just a trick of the light? Roll a 6-sided dice. If odd you obtain one horsemen point! You can only redeem a max of two from all prompt prps/orps your student is in per OOC 24 hours. You can redeem these here and here! 21 - 40: You take a closer look at the ceiling of the impossibly high library and notice that the paintings, around the corners, take a more morbid sort of tone, as the figures in the paintings seem to shed their skins and turn into skeletons. Okay then.... 41 - 60: You notice a clansmember scouring the archives, his arms full of books. He has several books that actually have letters on them, though they simply state " The Teachings of the Path of Death. Boring. 61 - 80: You see a Clans member, entirely covered in a black cloak walk past you: one of the Clans priestesses. She seems to be in a hurry though. 81- 100: You notice at the far end of the library there is a sealed passageway. However, the door seems to be firmly shut, and in fact, made out of solid stone.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 7:49 pm
Siddie's skirts brushed softly against the stone floor of the library. She liked the isle of Death; the meditative quiet and muted dimness were very much to her taste, and cool, smoky air was refreshing. She had come to the library today, feeling vaguely that she should try to learn something about the Death clan, perhaps history or culture. But the books kept here were logbooks, it seemed, and written in Horseman glyphs. It was a little frustrating. But the quiet shadowy room was soothing, and upon putting away a book and looking up, she'd noticed that the domed ceiling was intricately painted.
She stood looking up at the ceiling, her eyes flickering from scene to scene in fascination. She'd been taught as a scareling to paint a little, but this art was amazing, so far past her own small skill that she could only admire it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 8:24 pm
Calder had come in-between fighting, and sore and bruised, burdened with a lot more to think about, he decided that resting in the dorms was a poor choice. It just seemed wrong to spend your limited time in the Death Clan being in a dorm room, and he decided to very slowly walk the grounds and see about finding a place to rest. In terms of quiet, everything was deathly still. Unlike the populace, who seemed to master walking quietly, the hard stone floors made the heavy ClipClopClipClop of his hooves seem even louder.
Still, he had already tried and failed to soften the sound, and instead just resigned to the fact he would be heard everywhere.
Entering the library, his eyes went wide as he looked up as the many shelves of books. "Wow." He whispered, before he noticed Siddie looking up at the ceiling. Following her gaze, he repeated the word again. "Wow."
He slowly entered the room, looking up. "Seems all the horsemen have artwork." Even the War clan had a few similar pictures.
Looking back down, he smiled wearily at the ghoul. "Hello Siddie."
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 9:14 pm
The clopping of hooves against the stone floor had Siddie looking to the door even before Calder entered; as she was who it was, she smiled a little. "Hello, Calder," she replied quietly. "The paintings are lovely, aren't they?"
She tilted her head slightly, studying the kelpie boil. "You look tired," she offered. "Are you okay?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 9:29 pm
"Ah..." He rubbed the side of his face, and felt tender for it. "I've had a lot of training these past two weeks....." He looked to the side. "...and a lot to think about." Too much really, and all these trials were address too much that he had been avoiding.
But before she could focus too much of that concern on him, he turned it around - practiced as he thought he was in the art of avoidance. "How about you? Are you doing well these past two weeks here in the clans?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 9:47 pm
Siddie folded her hands together inside her sleeves, nodding a little. "It's been - " she hesitated - " a learning experience. I've found a lot to think about myself." She looked back up at the dome. "The Clans are fascinating. So like us. So different."
He was avoiding her question; she was perfectly well aware of that. Unfortunately for him, she'd been practicing the art of passive-aggressive conversation since she was a very small scareling. "I think I have maybe not done enough training. What have you been doing? It seems a very strenuous exercise."
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 10:14 pm
He slowly moved, walking to look up at the ceiling, before finding a chair nearby to sit. He all but collapsed into it, and leaned back. Oh, so much better. He wanted to sleep.
"We made weapons and trained against opponents in War. We also meditated and....addressed issues with ourselves." Big issues. "....as for here, well, I just met a few mirrors that had me fighting myself. Just...my older self. It...wasn't all that fun as I thought it would be." He had been impressive, but angry. He didn't like the future him much, and he certainly was having a hard time adjusting to what he had said to him.
"It's just...a lot of questions to answer." He rubbed his eyes at the thought, feeling as if his head was too full and that his eyes would just explode from the pressure. "I thought things would be more straightforward when coming here. Learn to fight. Get stronger. Fight Hunters. Simple."
He breathed out as he finished rubbing his eyes and looked up at her, expression worn. "...but when is anything ever simple, huh?" He forced a smile.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 4:14 pm
"I found our time in War instructive," Siddie said thoughtfully. "It was - experiences that I wouldn't have had otherwise. I'm - I'm not sure what to think now, after ... " She trailed off, not really wanting to talk about what she'd seen in the trance state. What she'd done. What had Calder seen? She gave him a sideways look.
"It's all so complicated," she agreed softly. "I've been finding that out. Not just here, but back at home as well." She laughed a little. "Listen to me, calling the school my home. I've already become someone else. Someone other than I was when I came to school." She turned and took a few steps to where Calder sat, folding herself down to sit on the floor beside the chair, gracefully arranging her long skirts around her; when she had arranged herself to her satisfaction, she dropped her head to rest on the kelpie boil's knee, looking up at him. "I have all these questions, and whenever I try to find answers, I just seem to find more questions."
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