<div class="floatleft">(http://2static.fjcdn.com/pictures/Slime_d8442d_5861165.jpg)</div>Name: Nijumiki Chie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13302179#msg13302179)<br/>Time:  Day 1, mid-to-late morning<br/>Location:  Chie and Rayne's Room >> Uriah's Necklace<br/>Tagging:  Uriah, Closed<br/>Notes/Warning:  Human-like skin (113 mr), Inside Uriah's Necklace<br/>Music:  Shores of Another World (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xU5tQIDMAEw)<br/><hr/><br/>Chie wondered a little at Uriah's shift in expression.  The ghost has seemed pleased enough when she suggested it, even though a little trepidation was present when asking if she actually<em>wanted</em>to enter her home.  Chie wasn't particularly cautious, and even then would seldom let a little bit of the unknown get in the way of finding something new and beautiful.  Still, it made her a little apprehensive, the way Uriah's smile dropped when she said she was eager to explore.<br/><br/>The trip itself was world's more comfortable than the trip through the portal to Ecchi Island.  Even then it left her a little disoriented.  This was the URom Library, each detail wrought to perfection.  Well, at least most of them.  The actual library had newer editions of many of these texts, while others had been donated or removed to the Archives for preservation.  Some of the trees that were growing outside the windows were also smaller, as though this place represented the library at an early point in time.  Chie thought it was mystifying.<br/><br/>Uriah seemed rather concerned for her well being, even teleporting a chair behind her so she could sit down if she had to.  She explained that, in this dimension, she had total control over nearly everything.  As if to accentuate this point, she asked what kind of weather Chie preferred.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"Oh!  If you wouldn't mind, ah, the rain.  A nice heavy rain.  Those are my favorite times to be in the library."</strong></span>Chie mused, looking out the windows for a moment and expecting the downpour to begin.  Never mind that she and her whole family preferred things to be a little damp.  The Library had these excellent sky-facing windows that hit with just the right tenor when it rained.  You could even look up and watch the water splash down, if you liked.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"I'm curious.. do you like the sight of the mountains?  If you can control everything here, maybe you take trips there sometimes?  Or, ah, change things around to be more fun?  I'm sorry, that may be personal to ask what you do in your own home.  But to be able to control everything in it at will?  Just seems like the, ah, possibilities are endless."</strong></span>In truth, Chie was having ideas about Uriah which were only becoming more interesting once she'd gotten here.  Uriah wanted to be human, yes?  But would that necessarily mean giving up a pocket reality like this?  If the Professor who'd made this for her could create these, how could that be utilized in other ways?  Her curiosity was dancing in her slime-like mind!  ..perhaps she<em>should</em>sit down.<br/><br/>Of course, Uriah then trotted out the lovelies.  Walking pedestals filled with treasures.  And not just gold, jewels, or busts of famous people.  The best kind of treasures.  Objects you wouldn't expect, oddities or common things, each with a story.  As evidences by the placard with the job she'd been doing while finding them.  Of course, thought Chie, it wouldn't make sense to put times and dates on them in a place where time had no meaning.<br/><br/>Uriah held up a pen to her, which Chie took carefully in her ceramic skin coated fingers, looking at it carefully.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"I'm glad I dressed up for this, so to speak.  So I won't get goo on anything."</strong></span>she laughed, examining the pen closer.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"How did you come across this one?"</strong></span>She didn't see a placard necessarily for it.  But with her master being a scholar, she was sure the pen had some significance.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"Was this.. maybe the Pen Giving Ceremony, when a scholar becomes a recognized name in their field?"</strong></span><br/><br/>Chie would listen very respectfully to the answer, although she wanted to see the other treasures as well.  A deer-skin tambourine with the initials R.S.O. carved into the wood, besdie a placard that read 'Hybrid Vampiric Origins: The Myth of the Progenitors.'<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"I know that title.  Was this <em>your</em> thesis?"</strong></span>Chie asked.  In common physiology, they taught that there were 11 different vampire origins, regarding the currently six officially recognized forms of vampirism.  Some causes had an original monster, others had curses involved, and some were uncommon but otherwise mundane biological afflictions.  The reason there were 11 progenitors was because of this work, which traced curses and diseases back to their singular origins through lineage and genetics, and then made the case that these progenitors were actually the result of unions between one or more vampiric causes.  Thus creating more original vampires than actual forms of vampirism.  A man with degenerative blood disease who'd been cursed by blood-magic witches for preying on a village, or example.  Or a demon blood-drinker that had been resurrected by a necromancer, who'd then attempted to summon more of its kind, who then mated with others.  While the theories weren't completely credited, the published work was still widely referenced for its research, and considered important for any scholarly vampire that was serious about where they came from.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"I'm ashamed to say I don't know who wrote that.  Was it really you, for Professor Salivtoria?"</strong></span>She looked back at the treasure.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"How does the tambourine fit in?"</strong></span><br/><br/>Chie went on in this fashion.  There was a pearl necklace with a placard reading 'Amphibious Lycanthropy,' which caused Chie to widen her eyes.  A lot of questions on that one, including what triggered them under the water.<br/><br/>There was a glass jar with some kind of plant growing inside it.  A feathered fern with lovely off-white blossoms with pink tips.  The placard read 'A Practical Study of Narcissistic Metamorphosis.'<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"I probably have one or two things to say on this subject."</strong></span>Chie laughed, letting her improvises slime-swimsuit give her breasts a quick jiggle.  She would hope such a silly little gesture wouldn't offend her hostess, but would apologize if so.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"Is this flower the, ah, specimen?  Or just something you found on the way?"</strong></span><br/><br/>She came across one more that gave her pause.  It was a fetish, a sort of humanoid doll with an array of ornaments, some of which were made of precious metals and gems, while others were bones, skulls, and clay medallions.  Strange, and a little unnerving, Chie leaned closer to the placard.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"Spiritual Perspective on Possessing the Willing."</strong></span>Chie turned to her, her expression half afraid and half curious.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"Now this one needs, ah, context."</strong></span>she laughed.<br/><br/>