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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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"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.

"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."

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?"

"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.

"John. John Lalonde." He extends a gloved hand to the Count. Handshake, perhaps?

Bleck extends his own hand, shaking John's firmly and confidently, as he should be since he was legitimately a Count.

"A pleasure, says Count Bleck."

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