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[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Characters: Count Bleck (bleh_heh_heh_bleck), OPEN
Setting: Library
Format: Starting with prose but will switch
Summary: Bleck is just searching through books, seeing if he can find anything interesting.
Warnings: None

The books in the library were all available to him. All but the ones that were removed by the administrators. And Bleck didn't mind that. For now. No, he was focusing on magic, dark magic. Spells that hadn't been available in his dimension before he'd killed his people.

He actually felt a bit guilty about that now, but not guilty enough to regret it. No, Count Bleck regretted nothing but allowing his father to take Timpani from him. So he'll be sitting in the library, a pile of books nearby. And the Dark Prognosticus floating alongside him, as always. As focused as he appeared though, he wasn't. He was thinking of a certain human woman he thought was dead, might not be, but most likely is.

"Timpani..."

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[geometry]

"...Um, come again?"

Equius popped his head out from behind a shelf. There was a grey-skinned kid flitting silently around the place before, but he looked up hearing Bleck's words, apparently thinking they were directed towards him.

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Bleck turned his eyes towards the other, making a face at his appearance. So far, he hadn't encountered any trolls so it was new. And the Count hadn't expected anyone to hear him, so he was displeased about that. He was the chosen executor of the Dark Prognosticus and shouldn't be letting old feelings get in the way of his intents.

"It was nothing of consequence, says Count Bleck." And he waved his hand slightly, appearing not to be connected to his body.

[geometry]

Wow, that... that sure was a disembodied limb there. Equius couldn't help but stare at it for a second, but considering he probably looked just as bad to this obviously-not-troll creature, there wasn't much to be done. "Oh. ...Then, um, why did you say it?"

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

The Tribe of Darkness had very strange bodies. That was half the reason humans typically feared them, were disgusted by them, or simply avoided them.

"Dwelling on the past. Something Count Bleck should not be doing."

[geometry]

He crept a bit closer, a few books under his arm; were the Count to inspect the spines or covers, he'd find them all to be large and deeply uninteresting volumes on the finer points of mechanics. "...It's difficult not to in this environment, isn't it?" Especially with one's life governed completely by rules and regulations that basically didn't extend past their home planet. It makes for one confused Equius at the end of the day, and apparently one wistful Count Bleck as well.

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Truthfully, Bleck found them moderately interesting but nothing that would actually serve any purpose for him.

"It is difficult, agrees Count Bleck. But I discovered long ago that it's pointless to dwell on it any more than necessary." This was far more than necessary. And not at all helpful to him here in the tower.

[geometry]

"I've noticed that, also." He didn't really like thinking too much about the past; it brought up far too many questions that he didn't want or know how to answer. "But being separated from the world like this... it's only natural to want to remember what it was like, and then..."

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

"I would gladly forget everything of it all, says Count Bleck. I'd have rather been taken into the Void with the rest of my dimension." That was his original plan after all. Summon the Void, destroy all dimensions and die with them since, even if he could create a perfect dimension after the others were destroyed, the one person he couldn't live without wouldn't be there.

[geometry]

"The Void?" The word itself wasn't as relevant to his interests as it would be to a certain alternate-universe version, but it still rung true. "Your world was destroyed beforehand as well, then?"

[alephbet]

Since his foray into cooking hadn't gone well, Aleph was looking into magic. It seemed natural. All of his human companions back home could manage it but him.

He had a small stack of books on simple magic, and was eyeing one of the books in Bleck's pile. "Excuse me. Are you done with any of those?"

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

The covers alone wouldn't be telling but a lot of the books Bleck had selected focused on dark magic and it was rare indeed that he met a human, or someone who looked human(?), that was interested in that.

"Count Bleck has read what he needed to from them."

[alephbet]

"May I take a look at them, then?"

Even if he'd known what exact kind they were, he probably wouldn't have minded.

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

Bleck simply extends his hand towards the books, indicating that he could help himself to what was in the pile. The Count didn't really need anything from them now, he was clever enough to remember everything he'd read of importance.

"You look to be studying diligently, observed Count Bleck."

[alephbet]

Aleph nodded, picking out a few of the books and flipping through them as he spoke. "In a place like this, I want to be able to improve my abilities as much as I can, and be as versatile as I can. I've always wanted to learn a little magic anyway."

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

"Then you will learn quite a bit from these books." He couldn't blame anyone for wanting to learn more where they could. Bleck had always taken a deep interest in magic. And his father later regretted letting the then Lord Blumiere study so diligently.

[alephbet]

"Are you particularly skilled at magic?" Aleph asked, looking up from the books. He assumed so, given how many books he'd taken a look at. Some of these seemed beyond him.

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

"Count Bleck is quite skilled, yes. As all members of the Tribe of Darkness are." Were. Specifically dark magic but he could do other things if he ever made the effort to learn. Which he wouldn't.

[grislytragedian]

John has spent pretty much all of his waking hours since he arrived yesterday wandering aimlessly about the tower, lost in his own thoughts and trying to get a feel for his surroundings. He's kind of given up hope of finding his salamander at this point. Though as sad as the thought that she didn't make it here with him is, it's probably for the best. This tower doesn't seem like the place for a child, no sir.

He's been in kind of a weird funk since arriving, unable to really bring himself to be to upset about his new surroundings. Though maybe a ghost story or five will do something to lighten his mood. Which brings him to the library, where he spends quite a bit of time wandering the shelves in an attempt to find something remotely chilling.

So far he's found two books that look somewhat promising, and taking them in his arms he moves to find a table to sit at. And that's when he notices the the Dark Prognosticus. Br, making a beeline for that instead because hot damn there has to be something truly amazing in there.

Hi there Count Bleck, John's just going to stare at your magical floating book for now, okay? Okay.

"Any chance I can look through this when you're finished?"

Yes, apparently he thinks this is a library book...

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

And the Count looks surprised at the sudden approach of another while he's studying one particularly dark book. He looks up, unsmiling, and then follows John's gaze to the Dark Prognosticus. And then the dark man shakes his head.

"The Dark Prognosticus is for no ones hands but my own, as its chosen executor." He hadn't even let Nastasia handle the book, never letting it out of his sight. Even after killing his entire tribe, the book still remained in the hands of the Tribe of Darkness. And it would until he died and the book went with him.

[grislytragedian]

"Oh. Sorry, I hadn't realized it was...my bad, I thought it was just a library book. I mean this place seems weird enough for something like that to be normal." He pauses. Well this is certainly awkward. Good Job, John. "It just looked like an interesting read, that's all."

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"There is no need to apologize, says Count Bleck. Others would have simply attempted to take it." Like he originally did.

"And that would have been most unwise. There are few who are capable of handling to dark power of this book." Is that... Wow. Did Bleck actually, maybe, express a minor concern for someone else?

[grislytragedian]

"Ah, so it's a spellbook then? Some kind of magical tome of dark magic? Interesting."

It's a shame Rose isn't here. She would have a better appreciation for this sort of thing. Magic and wizards are more her thing.

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

"It also acts, primarily, as a book of prophecies. Bleh heh heh! Bleck! And Count Bleck is the only person that has been capable of handling its power since the Tribe of Darkness took it to keep it safe."

[grislytragedian]

He brings his gaze down from the book and onto the Count himself, giving the other a somewhat appraising look. "And I am guessing this Count Bleck is you?"

[bleh_heh_heh_bleck]

"That is correct. And you are?" The Count nodded his head. He looked surprisingly harmless for all the power he possessed, stronger than even his father had been.