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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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"No, her dimension was not the same as Count Blecks. Humans despise the Tribe of Darkness and the Tribe despises them. She did not." He paused for a moment then shook his head.

"Count Bleck prefers not to recall."

"...Oh, I see... god. I'm sorry." Whoops, there goes the guilt.

"It is unnecessary to apologize to Count Bleck. You could not know."

"I suppose." Equius set down the stack of books that he'd been holding in his lap up until this point, and began to leaf through them. This was no leisure reading; he's clearly looking for something.

"Is there something specific you are searching for, asks Count Bleck." He knows there's something up and for the sake of shifting attention COMPLETELY, why not play nice for now? Right? Right.

"...Oh? Oh. Yes," he says, looking up from the book. He's a little unsure whether to explain his reasoning to a creature who blew up an entire planet solely because some human was not on it, but he had entered into this conversation and he needed to see it out. "Um, I... I build machines. And there are some parts down in the workshop I am unfamiliar with, and several others that are missing, so I... wanted to look more into it, in case I can use the unfamiliar parts in lieu of the ones not here."

Ha, not just a planet. All dimensions connected to where he came from but, eh, details. The power of the Dark Prognosticus didn't help.

"Very sensible studies."

"Thank you," he said, though it sounded more like a question. "I, well... on my home world most of the things I did had to be sensible and useful. By law. So, um, it... carried over."

Required by law to do something useful and sensible? Bleck never heard of such nonsense, and he almost scoffs as how ridiculous it sounded to him but he held his tongue. Sure, he destroyed several dimensions but he's not actually a 'bad' guy.

"It seems to Count Bleck to be a waste to have to do nothing but the useful or sensible."

"Well, I mean, not... everyone. Just someone in my situation." That's the downside of being completely powerless in a caste full of psychics. You have to come up with other things that keep an income moving.

"Count Bleck finds that to be insensible. No one should be forced into doing something." See, he's not such a bad guy.

"This place does not enforce such a restriction."

Ooooh, gurlfran', you did not just go there.

"It's perfectly sensible, actually." Equius looks up from what he was reading. "There are caste divisions via blood in our society, and each blood caste has different abilities that make them most suited for one job or another. So it's really quite efficient. Everything has a place."

Yes. Yes, he did.

"Has a place..." He repeats. It almost reminds Bleck of his father and how Blumiere needed to learn his place as their future leader. Blech.

"It need not be that way here."

"Yes. And that's why everyone here is so miserable." His tone of voice suggests he believes this wholeheartedly. But in reality, making ridiculous claims like these was really as much a coping mechanism as anything else; knowing that there was once a time that he felt this was true was good enough for him. The tower had basically thrown a wrench in every fact he took to be true, and even if he was only talking about this because of force of habit, it still made him feel better.

"Count Bleck was under the assumption that it had to do with the destruction of everyone elses worlds and the deaths of those they knew. And being placed here with countless horrors."

Bleck couldn't blame others for finding ways to cope. He may not need them but he was perfectly aware that he was only one person out of however many that tower had apparently rescued.

"Well, that's part of it," Equius remarked. "They're out of their element here. They've lost their place in their world, among the people they know. And what it's been replaced with is, well... this." He swept a hand around. 'This' was the entire Tower, horrors and all.

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