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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 9:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 12:24 pm
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When Cain kissed her before heading out to the armory to get the Archon something to eat, Rose was sorely tempted to drag him back into their bed again for a bit more . But she didn't, it would have to wait until later. With a small sigh she turned to the little puddle on the floor where the bloody foam Tzzek had coughed up had pooled. She went into the side room currently serving as a temporary lab, and got out a syringe. She could have added a drop of her blood to the little puddle, then easily manipulate it into a test tube or beaker, but she didn't want to rik contaminating it with her blood or magic. She had to get all the information she could out of the blood... Which by the looks of it, was deteriorating fast.
After a few minuets, the blood had been sucked up into a syringe, spun thoroughly with a centrifuge, then dripped onto several slides for viewing. Rose was now examining the red blood cells she had extracted from the sample. It was rather worrisome, all of the erythrocytes had all burst. There was an unusual amount of T-cells in the plasma she had taken a peek at earlier...
With a small sign she pushed away the dinky little microscope she had, circa 1950's. It didn't require electricity, which was why she had been lugging the thing around since she had purchased it. Rose tapped her nail on the wooden table she was sitting at, she felt like she was missing something... Something that was painfully obvious on why Tzzek couldn't hold his form.
Her eyes settled on a burgundy leather-bound book... She hadn't opened up that one in a long, long time. For a good reason as well, it held the results and conclusions from the twisted experiments she had carried out so long ago. She couldn't even remember what exactly went on during those dark months. Just a bunch of screams and the smell of blood and smoke... Well it was worth a shot, she had been tearing apart anyone she could get her hands on then in the name of science. Surely, somewhere they're be an account that resulted in someone's body essentially tearing itself apart due to meddling on her part?
With a small shudder, she picked up the book, it felt cold. Rose had placed a spell on it to prevent it from being opened or stolen, and it gave even her the creeps. The entire book felt dark, because that was exactly what it was. Black magic. It opened without a bit of hesitation, she flipped through the book, scanning for anything useful Lovely, I forgot I had drawn in pictures. They were exact drawing done in pen and ink, and they were the kind of things that would make a horror novelist cry.
Hopefully this wouldn't make her start to slip back into her old ways... That would be exceeding bad.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 12:55 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 11:53 am
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((Sorry, missed doing this. I'll get it done now))
Cain glanced through the journal with a frown then went to check on her. He helped her clean up then rinse her mouth out before leading her back into the living room where he made her stand in front of him so he could look into her beautiful eyes and she wouldn't be able to mistake what he was saying as anything else.
"Rosabel Marcellus, I love you with all my heart and soul. You're the light in my life that gets me going and pulls me back into the real world. All I had before you was that library. Nothing else," he started telling her what she needed to hear with that.
Then he held up the journal she'd handed him where she could see it, "As for this? We all have a past we'd dearly love to forget or pretend didn't happen. Cynthia's evil period? She threw Europe into the dark ages. Then she went over to the demon realm to nearly wipe out two entire family's, complete with everyone within a days riding from their homes, in ways that would make the things in your little journal here look like one of Aesop's fairy tales in comparison.
"Desha? Our calm and collected healer? He lives under a permanent curse that will force him to live until, literally, the end of time. How did he get that? Easy, he wiped out an entire race of people, one entire culture, with his own experiments into dark magic. Human science called them the Clovis Culture. But it wasn't only the humans that were wiped out, Rose, he killed off all the large animals as well. He used a combination of disease, climate shift, famine, and fire to do it. Something that hasn't been repeated since, as you well know. And he watched every single one of them die, right down to the infants who suffocated under the dust storms. When the gods saw what he'd done, they actually possessed every shaman, witch doctor, and village idiot they could to bind him under the curse he currently wears.
"Me? Sweetheart, you keep thinking I won't understand what happened to you with things like this," he held up the journal again then raised her chin so she'd have to look into his eyes, "My love, my own past isn't as green and gold as you think it is. Yes, I had my moments of bloodlust that shame me to this day. But that is biology, my body forcing me to live. My family didn't die of old age, Rose. Very few did back then. When I was still a young vampire, the village was raided by Norsemen gone a-Viking. They killed everyone of age and took the younger women and children. I was going on my annual visit to my family when I discovered it.
"I said nothing to my Sire, Rose. I simply collected my sword and went after them on my own. I slew their entire village, right down to the babes in arms. By the time it was over, I'd also killed my younger sister... The rest of the children of my village saw me do it and were very afraid of me, but I managed to get them back to our village. My Sire took over from there but I was never allowed back there to watch my youngest brother grow up. I wasn't even allowed anywhere near his children or grandchildren. He moved away when he was old enough and became one of the Church's first Hunters.
"As long as I've lived, Rose, I've never forgotten the look on my sister's face when my sword ran her through. Or the look of fear on my brother's face.
"This?" he held up the journal again and casually tossed it into the fireplace while she watched it, "If your price to pay for that time in your life is a little faulty magic, I can handle that Rose. As long as I have you, nothing else matters," he finished, hoping he'd said the right thing.
He would have waited for her response but someone scratched at the door and he went to check. He found Dancer there. In his snow leopard form. That made him frown, "Dancer? What-" he was about to ask what was going on when the leopard simply set teeth into his pants and started tugging, "Alright, alright! You need me for something! I get it!" he scrambled to bat the cat off of him and turned back to Rose.
"I have to go, my love. Why don't you look up something more useful than the past, like protection spells and wards? Maybe healing stuff? Something along those lines?" he offered, clearly hoping that would help before he simply walked out of the room with a very impatient Dancer. Without his shoes, though... At least he was dressed, though...
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 11:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 10:33 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 1:20 pm
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Rose had listened silently to Cain, half-way torn with wanting to take full comfort from his words and destroy the book permanently and forget about it all, half wanting to keep it for a day when she would be able to stomach the things she had written (and drawn) in it.
Knowledge for the sake of knowledge. Facts were facts, no matter the means of obtaining them, and it would be a shame if the lives already gone were rendered meaningless because of a selfish motive on her part.
She watched, unconcerned as the flames of the fireplace licked the book. It had taken a direct hit from a German shell once, a little fire wasn't about to do anything to it.
Rose watched sadly as Cain was swept off to do something, although his lack of footwear made her smile slightly. He really was the most absent-minded people she had met, and she loved him with all of her heart.
Once he had exited, Rose had pointed at the fireplace. That dark book of hers had snapped to attention, returning to it's mistresses hands. The cover had a bit of soot on it now, but besides that, it was untouched.
The book was soon tucked back into it's place on her shelf. Rose had taken a long, steaming hot shower, not hearing the knocks on the door until she had dried herself and dressed into an actual outfit. Rose enjoyed wearing Cain's shirt, but really, it wasn't particularly practical for her to wear right now.
Rose's ears picked up the "If that Rose doesn't open the door, I am going to take down that door. You know that right." With a slightly annoyed look on her face she strode through the main room, her boots making a dull clomping noise. Rose opened the door to find a woman in a hood (and the most likely, the commentator from earlier) and Tzzek. "That's a bit extreme don't you think? Hullo there, come on in, whoever you are." She took a step away from the door to allow them entry. Rose tugged at the end of her ponytail while she tried to wrench her mind away from the past and focus on the present. "Oh, I think I've got an idea on why your body isn't working. Are you modeling it after a normal human? Because that's probably the source of the problem." Her pink eyes flickered to the hooded woman, and they carefully eyed her, noting the weapons. "A fighter" she thought. Rose herself had her small silver knife strapped to her left thigh, she didn't really need anything else to protect herself. "Well, I'm Rose, as I'm sure you've deduced by now, did you need something?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 1:37 pm
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