<strong>Emily</strong><br/><br/>Emily had to try to keep up to stop loosing sight of Phera. Strange. Most with high status walked slowly as if rushing was for other people, but Emily seemed anguished, and needed to work off some frustration. Brisk paces found both in a library illuminated by gas lamps sculptured to resemble candle flames. The craftsmanship must have been considerable as unlike other place there was no scent of gas from a  room that seemed to house many of the strange devices.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2269/2564947214_43f0501c19.jpg?v=0)<br/></div><br/>Phera paced straight to one section of the book covered wall and traced a finger across half a dozen leather bound books before resting on one. In what literally seemed instantaneous to Emily, Phera then seemed to like a ghost rush and appear sitting at a desk with it. Although her own motion was blindingly quick and silent the movement of air wasn't. The strange "woosh" and a flutter of loose papers on nearby desks  was an unnerving reminder of how powerful some elders were in comparison to younger blood.<br/><br/><strong>"We know you had no idea Emily, our implied mocking was hollow" </strong>Phera spoke matter of factly as her fingers flipped pages at an inhuman pace<br/><br/><strong>"Innocence and ignorance are two facets of the same jewel gorgeous.  Being mocked as ignorant makes one crave knowledge to have their thoughts deemed relevant. Crave knowledge strong enough and it will be granted, once granted one craves eternal youth. Crave it strong enough and you will find it, its a curse worse than anything, for later all one wants to be is innocent again. <br/><br/>A fresh mind not filled with unwelcome memories which chokes new thoughts. We are jealous of you Emily. We mocked your ignorance because we are jealous of your LACK of memories.  Its a game elders play on the young out of spite for living with a gem which becomes a weight one can't shed. In normal times ignorance is nothing which needs to be corrected ... but now alas is not a normal time"</strong><br/><br/>Then all motion in her stopped, too quickly, unsettling so. As if she turned into a manikin. Even her own Hair seemed to not obey the laws of nature either. As if a painting The sight of seeing her act so ... inhumanely was fearful yes but not awing,  more haunting. To Emily there was something wrong about it, something .. sick.<br/><br/>She then blinked then rotated her neck to Emily slowly... again too slowly<br/><br/><strong>"I know what your thinking. But No I don't have his affliction and it is not contagious, no matter if you drunk whatever came out of him or bathed in it your fine. It only effects elders which SHOULD be doing something else. What your seeing in me is what happens when you accumulate power in ways you don't want to. Only when you see those like me can you understand how much focus elders need to temper motion to seem graceful, elegant. Have your focus distracted for a moment and you move with such speed and force you just unsettle anyone near you and none trust you or want to linger. Loneliness comes soon afterwards. Still my problem not yours dear... "</strong><br/><br/>She then returned to what seemed like the motions of a highly refined woman.<br/><br/><strong>"My home beautiful ? Oh yes, still the more I live in it the more I feel I wish to be surrounded by greenery only, it has a lot of memories, Ruthar being the least of them, well not the least but one of many. Most are unwelcome to me now, the places charm can't compensate for them. Perhaps a change would do me good. Still, you can have it if you wish ... you being here means something. "<br/></strong><br/><br/>She stood then rotated her neck as if to stretch a pulled muscle. Again bones seemed to move in ways that bodies shouldn't permit .. unnerving. Realizing Emily's discomfort she stopped and was about to apologize then thought better of it.<br/><br/><strong><br/>"It used to be that it was only the ones doomed to bet lost and become hunted later that didn't have elder mentors. But there are so many of those now perhaps that is the norm and those like myself are the ones which may fade.  If you have no mentor and wish one say so this library has the musings of many elders. It is a more an impartial mentor than any I beleive, for people become more honest when they write don't you think? Which is why some like myself prefer to read more than talk. Still learning is not living despite what scholars may tell you, they simply don't live long enough to learn the difference, the passion for knowledge is fleeting... it passes, a fad. But it has its uses."</strong><br/><br/>She spoke absent mindedly as if talking to herself. From what Emily could gather she was used to talking to herself in this room. In truth it was a habbit Phera had no intention to be shed of or excuse. For speaking of a thought seemed to center her intentions concerning it when she found herself in a maze of tangents.<br/><br/><strong>"The moment we saw the both we wanted you in our bedchambers and Ruthar in the incinerator, something that has lay cold for years now. Don't worry its not near, its a good stroll through the garden. He is already smoke now, it would have been quick, not that he deserved it considering all he has done, still being poetic such that he can ponder his actions while giving him a chance to recover and escape isn't my style."</strong><br/><br/>A pause. Then she clicked twice faintly. A moment later a butler was at the library door<br/><br/><strong>"Gin on ice for myself and my guest, make it a double shot for her and a tripple for me, I fear I need it and it would be in-polite of her to not drink while I do."  </strong><br/><br/>The butler nodded and Phera smiled to herself for a moment before continuing.<br/><strong><br/>"You know how to become a Dutchess ?, Its like knighthood, nothing to do with bloodlines. Act like one, and be useful to royalty and they will find ways of using loose references in their family tree to include you if your actions suit what they wish to redeem in themselves. Or if you make it clear you can tidy up some embarrassing mess of theirs"</strong><br/><br/>Ignoring the book for a moment the Dutchess walked a hand stretch away from the new vampire then started toying with Emily's hair.<br/><br/><strong>"I think its time I left this city, my hunger to be savage to act on impulses without restraint calls me , I see the same calling in Lisa and Margret's eyes now. Perhaps this place deserves grace of youth. Any Grace we will soon fall from I fear for thoughts of you are simular to ones most males would have."</strong><br/><br/>Again said matter of factly.<br/><br/><strong>"What becomes more awing to most elders sooner or later is not refinery but what is primal. Instinctual. There is a godhood about acting without conflict. A person of such likes I feel you may meet soon."</strong><br/><br/>Drinks were presented by the butler shortly there after and Phera downed it in one gulp, then shook her glass about the butler who almost filled it to the brim from a dusty bottle. She drunk it as if it was water while nodding for Emily to do the same.<br/><br/><strong>"Still enough about me... " </strong>she then returned to the book.<br/><br/><strong>"This affliction was suspected by one ancient, symptoms are accurate. He believed that in the past the Monstors which roamed the earth fought with a fury which was not of their nature. Something paranormal entered their spirits. Demon spirits possessing them to experience raw physical power untamed unleashed for eons. Most assumed he was wrong but he studied the bones of strange creatures found in diggings for longer than any human scholar. His understanding of bones being broken due to violence was unparalleled. He believes that their fury is still in their nature still trapped waiting. Ones which are hungry to be born again. He mentions that this will be unleashed when the "Black boon arrives". Some fools thought that he was referring to the slave trade of those with darker skin. Some thought he was referring to Black Boom or Black powder. But none of them read what I have. Gas we know, but this new oil or black pitch is what has all talking now. Its use must be stopped. But on what fronts ? Where ? How ? "<br/></strong><br/><br/>She closed the book.<br/><br/><strong>"Others have talked of visions, it is clear, you need to get to Wastwater, elders who try will fail, that I know. Why you ? For the idea of a destiny of questing too melodramatic for one like yourself ? The answer is simple. Why not you ?"<br/></strong><br/><br/><strong>"Rights to this abode can be yours if you wish it, I have no want of this place now and I am sure its servants would prefer one that doesn't act like she is already haunting the place. Still only if you see stopping this Black boon, for this you can have my coach if you wish it, and take from this place what you feel you need. But if what I fear is true then you may not live to come back here, so its an empty promise in a way."<br/></strong><br/><br/>Her face then looked impassive as she calmly returned the book to its shelf.<br/><br/><strong>"Not the lightest of readings I'm afraid. Which reminds me, if your interested in the offer endeavor my good girl to make room for a comedy section ..."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Rose / Zahira Naqvi / Charles Lancastor</strong><br/><br/><OOC: Hey I will post a response once you post your moving from X to wherever (or interacting with a plot character or object) and the manner you plan to do so ... why your doing it you have already made clear a one liner sentence is fine, both of you already posted the background reasons for you wanting to leave><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Straz</strong><br/><br/>(OOC: Nice god-moding ... im serious, that was useful you did it well, don't mind you did and thankful actually that you have)<br/><br/>Once the flask was in his hand motion proved a fluid was what it contained. Nothing viscous like honey, more very fluidly like .. .well water. However there was something very odd about it, he was almost sure it didn't feel that its contents was ... normal. Seeking a diviner felt more appropriate than an alchemist of fluids, and one indeed sprung to mind. An eccentric but knowledgeable feminine man who held a tarot card and palm reading shop down on an alley nearby. Perhaps minutes away.<br/>