<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/1c/2d/fb/1c2dfb8b3f49ea1f8e0d5066ee6755f7.jpg)</div>Name:  Uriah Crowe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13311813#msg13311813)<br/>Time:  day 1, mid morningish<br/>Location:  Chie and Rayne's Room<br/>Tagging:  Open<br/>Notes/Warning:  A friend for the first time in how long?<br/><hr/><br/>“The the mountains?”  she asked as rain began to drum around the library’s windows. It was a soft but heavy drizzling rain that helped to mute everything and be peaceful and relaxing. The sound of it against the outside walls and the windows was also accompanied by the chill and dampness that was known in the library.  “I-I once lived in a village that was surrounded by mountains. I-I sometimes recreate my village.”  But she could not recreate her house where she’d grown up and the horrible memories she’d created there. It was blocked from her forever and she was glad of that. She never wanted to be there again. Having been trapped in the rubble of that house for so long by herself and having to dwell upon the sins she’d committed.<br/><br/>Uriah smiled and settled down to sit in front of the goo girl, floating so her head was at the same height as the slime.  “The goo would dissolve when the chair dissolves,”  she said softly.  “N-nothing here is what you would expect. It’s mental projection.”  She looked at the lines of bookshelves, books that had been lost centuries ago as the library had cycled out tomes for other novels or had replaced them because the wear and tear was too much for the old books. They could be read in her library certainly but they could not exist outside her library.  “It’s not a scholar’s pen,”  she said, there was a note of pain in her voice.  “I-I’m not enrolled at the University. T-they couldn’t put me on roster because I don’t stay long. At least not officially.”  She took the pen and held it examining it.  “I-if you look at the engraving it’s not the scholar pen. It’s a s-special pen they created for me. M-master Gil demanded it and that is why I have it.”  She indicated the slight marks on the pen that marked its differences from the typical scholar’s pen. The gold inlay wasn’t actually gold but fine silver. Her name etched into the base of the pen.<br/><br/>The ghost indicated for the tambourine to float upwards and to her. She gently cradled it in her lap as she looked at it.  “T-the thesis is Master Gil’s I-I’m just his researcher. I-I compile the information and allow him to determine the course and publish it. H-he’s very busy and he gives me access to the library so I research and construct theories and ideas.”  Her fingers continued to trace the outline of the tambourine.  “T-this was found in conducting the research. V-vampires used to use music to hypnotize victims until they became what they are today. This is supposed to be one of the original instruments used to seduce victims.”  She indicated for the instrument to return to its pedestal and pulled more items for the curious slime. Her smile growing as the discussion was now on things that made sense to her. Research and history, something she had great experience in both.<br/><br/>Wars had been fought; plagues and famines had passed her by in her in her necklace and gave her the odd ability to look at the changes with the detached eye of someone who would never know them or the problems they had. To have no connection to those vast numbers and only knew their name. Had the time to research lineages and battles if she so desired. Her pleasure reading was often tracking down the lines of great houses and her work was for Master Gil. Things like the origins of vampires and lycanthropes things that interested the vampire and gave him prestige.  “T-that flower is part of a spell; a component from a long gone plant. B-back in the sixth century m-many people used the plant to force a metamorphic change in lovers. It became banned and hunted into near extinction because w-while it changed the people who used it i-it never lasted and was essential a drug. A-a scholar started to breed the plant to remove the addiction to it. I-it wasn’t the plant it was the change.”  Her fingers touched against the glass jar. She had wished to see the fields of the plant and the crops of them in bloom to smell and touch them. But this was as close as she could come to the flower. She had often wondered if she could have used the flower herself but fear of change kept her from using it.<br/><br/>As the slime handled the fetish Uriah blushed and looked away. Of all the items in her gallery that was the item she’d forgotten about and had hoped that no one would ever see. It was perhaps her most theoretical idea that as a ghost she could cause an out of body and thereby spiritual experience on others and thereby give the other a taste of their immortality through their soul. To give that fetish to someone and shunt their soul out of their body for a time so they could experience the life she had. But ultimately she had deemed it too dangerous to experiment with and she had kept it here in the library. Kept it where it would be safe from abuse.  “T-that w-was just a theory,”  she said.  “I-I thought I could grant normal humans out of body e-experiences and let them s-see what it was like to be a g-ghost. B-but it was too dangerous. Could n-never figure how to make the person return to their body and not wither away and die.”  She had wanted to use it and she thought it could be tested but what if the person never wanted to return? Without the soul a body would waste away. Nothing to keep the body around if the soul had left.<br/><br/>She picked up the fetish, willing it far from the two of them into the deep recesses of the library.  “T-that’s too dangerous. S-some of my research is… fatal.”  She turned to look at a collection of tomes piled on a table that until now had been shaded from view.  “T-that table contains years of r-research into h-how to kill most monsters. W-weaknesses and strengths the thing a h-hunter would need to eradicate us. All of us.”  She didn’t look at the slime. She felt bad that early in her life when she was given access to the library that she had collected as much information as she could to end her unlife and that of her master. To rest finally and forever but she had never seen fit to give the information to anyone. Had no idea who to give the information to so they could help her and a part of her welcomed ending her immortality by any cost but another part of her feared ending it. So similar to those that still lived that she felt it was her only connection with them. To be afraid of ultimate death was something that she felt still made her human.<br/><br/>She picked up a cute plush animal.  “A-a student u-used to talk to this plush while they studied. One day the plush was there but no student. I studied and watched the table where the animal was but never did I see it claimed. I-I never knew what happened to her and so I have kept it to make sure it was safe.”  She suspected what happened to the zombie that had this stuffed toy but she dared not speak it. In a world where others faded it was not heard to imagine that she had met her end. She continued to cycle through items, pointing out personal mementos and keep sakes she’d earned over the years when she had helped to research other student’s problems.<br/><br/>Finally she smiled and pulled the last item out and gave it to Chie to examine. A simple rose dipped in black paint.  “D-Do you know what this is?”<br/>