Sep 15 17:58:34 106 PA. Tirzah & Rasputin in Museum Library
From Chronicles
Time: Thu Sep 15 17:58:34 106 PA.
Where: Kingsdale - Kingsdale City Museum (Library)
Attending: Rasputin Tirzah
Rasputin is working through a few very large stacks of books. He is reading several at the same time, and scribbling down notes in a large bound note pad.
Making her way from the garden Tirzah sighs forlornly as she navigates through the library. The absence of her link here ever evident and discomforting as she looks agitated. He path takes her past the dwarf and his many books but for the moment she is too distracted for recognition. Another sigh as she waits for a cluster of cholars to disperse at the head of the next isle.
Slam another book closes hard and a string of Russian profanity flies from Rasputin's mouth. Then, very embossed he looks up and says softly, to everyone around him, "Yzveenee, yzveenee," in a very apologetic tone. He then quietly slides the now closed book to 'discard pile' and opens another book and begins to read again.
Tirzah jumps with obvious fright at the sudden slam behind her. Turning to face the threat she reaches to tap her link to the elemental plane as she extends her hand but finds nothing. Which is a good thin as this is a library and her friend Rasputin startled her. Still she is not comforted by the turn out. Rather she sighs before considering the books and the dwarf with irresistible curiosity. "Looking for something?" She asks, her voice bland.
It is Rasputin's turn to jump, as he is very focused in his work. When he hears Tirzahs voice comes near his very deep in thought mind. He almost falls out of his chair actually, but of course he is short so his fall wouldn't be that far. He looks over to you, his hand with the pen in it still witting. He blinks and smiles, "Da, da. Lookink to stop a sickness, net workink dhough." He frowns sighs and then smiles as his hand finishes writing what it was writing. "How are are doink this vecher?"
Tirzah shrugs indifferently for the moment. "Alright I guess. Just the raw feeling I get in this building is murder on my nerves." Explains to her own jumpiness and clear depression. Though her brow does raise to indicate some interest. "A sickness?"
Rasputin sets down the pencil he was using, and tugs his beard as he thinks a moment, "This place?" He thinks then his eyes sparkle as he understands, "Oh, da museum's damnink? Da, odd, do day the leasts." He shrugs, "Mustink be harders on you, da?" He asks this rhetorically then continues to answer your question, "Dhampireism. I am searchink for a cures, one whiches net requires death of master, intelligence dor individual. A cures. Da?" His eyes look heavy and shrugs a bit, "Difficults, net impossibles dat times dis seems."
Tirzah shakes her head slowly as something seemed be their on the cusp of her mind that would help but evaporates. "I'm not sure there is a cure. And as any true death turns a vampire to ash a resurrection spell could not work. Is the victim a full vampire, or just bitten?" She asks, the focus for her mind providing some welcome distraction from the environment.
Rasputin shakes his head and tugs his beard, "Da, Ones must changink back, first." He sighs and says, "Full dhampire. Net just bitten. I am dhinkink it may be beyond dhis library, buts I keeps tryink, da? I am well versed in the normals means of killink dhampires. And their ecologies, net peoples try to saves. Most just killinks." He sighs again tugs his beard.
Tirzah shakes her head as well in acknowledgement of the public books lacking. "No I don't think you will find that information here, not in the books they let anyone read at least. In the plaza though there is the alchemy shop, claiming to have whatever potion or ingredient for whatever ails you. Why not put them to the test. The information might be costly. But probably worth it if you are looking to cure a vampire."
Rasputin shakes his head and tugs his beard, "Net, net. Manys of those are fakes and charlatans. Or at bestink, they are not knowink anythink about how to saves dhampires. Just killink thems." He sighs, "And I am knowink that this libraries may net have the cures, but may have clues, da? Enough clues, and I may find a solid lead, da?" He smiles, "And enough leads, wells, " he shrugs, "May finds real knowledges." He chuckles, "Da. What brinkinks you heres? You net like dhis place, da?"
Tirzah shrugs as her suggestion is turned down without regard and the barren feeling returns as the conversation turns to her. "Sage does, but it looks like I missed her. Serves me right for trying to surprise her. I should have summoned an aid so i could tell her on the wind. but then I'm looking to them too much as well. There's no way to win.." She laments with a sigh.
Rasputin chuckles softly, "Da, da. Dhare are times at which the cosmos seems to rally againsts us, da?" He sighs, "Dhough, sometimes it helps us too, da?" He smiles, "It mustink be interestinks to be ables to summons spirits," He tugs his beard, "Net, elementals, da? To talk with thems, perhapsink..." He trails off and shakes his head, "I imagines net."
Tirzah smirks at Rasputin. "Indeed, but you can talk to elementals any time you like. Simply pick up a rock or sit beside a stream or fire, or walk with the wind, and talk. Understanding is trickier, but its something. Trust me, they dont say much more to me really, not enough time." She explains before turning to see the scholars have moved on. "I'll see you later Rasputin, gonna go track Sage down." She bids before stepping off to the reassuring embrace of the streets.
Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. Kindink like speaking with trees or bones." He chuckles, "Takink cares friend. Walk well." He watches you leave, of course, he isn't dead, and then goes back to his reading and writing.
