Harth Fray (
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001- Who could have guessed?
A coffin. Was he dreaming? For all he knew he could have been. As he awoke to the pitch black of his containment he looked up, felt around with his own fingers. Not a dream. He was a girl when he dreamed, living out the lives of those thousands of generations of girls. The second thing he noticed? He was weak, but not all of his strength had gone. He rocked in place, pulling back and pushing forth until whatever held him shook loose. He toppled forward, smashing along with the rest of the stone container.
He pushed the rubble off his weakened form and sat up, looking around the room slowly, taking in the details. The sights and smells, the ambiance of the sounds which he could hear better than any human. It was silent here, but he could hear voices resonating from within these walls. Lurks?
No, but the scent they were human. Something stuck too. A familiar scent. He seethed, thinking back to the moment when that madwoman betrayed him and left him to Gunther. Is this her doing? Or was it just a trick? Was he spun?
He pulled himself out of the rubble and started exploring the rooms, hands trailing against the cold stone sarcophagi as he headed down. Down a ladder, down stairs, down to the main level of this chamber.
This wasn't her doing. No. She was here but long before now. The scent still lingered in the air. Could be this was the work of some other higher power. Powers that be, he heard some say. Could be a demon of a sort, who he'd have to get on with. Or something else completely.
He continued onwards, finding a door at the bottom of the stairs and passing through. He felt hunger pangs pass through him as he walked and looked up with a look of curious apprehension and curiosity. A chain? To get up there? Rocketship. It didn't take him much time, but much effort? Yes. He was fatigued and following the sounds of those voices down this corridor would surly lead to these humans who had captured him.
"The watcher council." Could only be. No one else could have such a facility. He snorted a bemused chuckle as he headed down the final length of the corridor into a chamber with a glowing spring. What horrors could await them if he was right?
He rounded the spring once before moving further, down into a larger chamber where a small group gathered at a table, eating what smelled odd and couldn't taste much better.
He was surprised. Not what he expected at all. Not a single old man in sight. Good for him, he thought. That meant that nobody had any idea what or who he was. All he had to do is decide how he was going to play.
[OOC: Feel free to catch him lurking near the hallway here, watching and studying people in the common room during dinner hour.]
He pushed the rubble off his weakened form and sat up, looking around the room slowly, taking in the details. The sights and smells, the ambiance of the sounds which he could hear better than any human. It was silent here, but he could hear voices resonating from within these walls. Lurks?
No, but the scent they were human. Something stuck too. A familiar scent. He seethed, thinking back to the moment when that madwoman betrayed him and left him to Gunther. Is this her doing? Or was it just a trick? Was he spun?
He pulled himself out of the rubble and started exploring the rooms, hands trailing against the cold stone sarcophagi as he headed down. Down a ladder, down stairs, down to the main level of this chamber.
This wasn't her doing. No. She was here but long before now. The scent still lingered in the air. Could be this was the work of some other higher power. Powers that be, he heard some say. Could be a demon of a sort, who he'd have to get on with. Or something else completely.
He continued onwards, finding a door at the bottom of the stairs and passing through. He felt hunger pangs pass through him as he walked and looked up with a look of curious apprehension and curiosity. A chain? To get up there? Rocketship. It didn't take him much time, but much effort? Yes. He was fatigued and following the sounds of those voices down this corridor would surly lead to these humans who had captured him.
"The watcher council." Could only be. No one else could have such a facility. He snorted a bemused chuckle as he headed down the final length of the corridor into a chamber with a glowing spring. What horrors could await them if he was right?
He rounded the spring once before moving further, down into a larger chamber where a small group gathered at a table, eating what smelled odd and couldn't taste much better.
He was surprised. Not what he expected at all. Not a single old man in sight. Good for him, he thought. That meant that nobody had any idea what or who he was. All he had to do is decide how he was going to play.
[OOC: Feel free to catch him lurking near the hallway here, watching and studying people in the common room during dinner hour.]
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The people here provided added information and entertainment. He was more than happy to have smalltalk with them, and he was even happier to find out intriguing details that he hadn't thought of.
All in all, it lead to Seishirou observing Harth from a distance-- and then closing the distance, offering him a smile and a pleasant nod.
"You'll learn more from talking than you will watching."
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"But if you're willing to tell me what I need to know about this place I'll be more than happy to listen." That was a broad exaggeration on his part. Happy? Not hardly. What he means is that he'll be patient. No need to play his trump yet.
Most people knew in their hearts what a vampire was, and that? That would not be useful, having these people turn on him. So he'd play the role for a while. Be human.
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"What is it that you need to know?" And what information would he be willing to trade for it? Even if it wasn't stated as a trade, the conversation would be directed as such-- and if Harth objected, well, then perhaps Seishirou could sit back and learn more from looking than from talking.
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"What's the nature of this place? Who does this castle belong to?" He asked calmly, two very important questions.
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"The nature is what you see," Seishirou offered, gesturing. "It would be reckless of me to say anything else, when I've learned only by exploring it."
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"And nobody is in charge here. No..." He pauses, searching for an appropriate word. "No management?"
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"And what else can you tell me about this place?"
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Looked like one of those holy men from the scopes. Not many of them back in the warrens.
"And why is that?" He asked slowly.
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"I see. Well if that's the case then I will have to find a partner of my own, won't I?" Provided they're willing to go with him at night.
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"You will. It shouldn't be hard." Seishirou's tone was light with the comment; shouldn't was different than won't and accounted for the many number of things that could go wrong or backfire when dealing with a variety of different people. "As most people have similar goals, most seem willing to group up."
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"How willing are you?" Harth said, his voice dry and absent of much anything but bemused curiosity. That said--
"Exactly what profession do you hold?"
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"Are you a priest?" Short, but an efficient question. By the looks of his clothing he'd probably say that would be an affirmative.
"And research on what?"
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"I research folklore."
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As for his garb? It was odd to him that he'd wear something that would potentially confuse others, unless in his time that style didn't quite mean the same thing.
"What kind?"
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[OOC: And I meant to reply to this a while ago... Inbox collapsed.]
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Still as he he headed towards the area though he noticed the person lingering in the hall and looking in. Wrinkling his nose somewhat he quietly approached till he neared the other and spoke in his accented tone. "You can go in, you know. No one here will judge you otherwise."
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That or he'd light himself on fire. 'Dict's still out on that one.
So he tried to soften the hard look and nodded, trying to return to the role of that poor little boy who died so many years ago.
"I guess. What is this place? Who put us in those coffins?"
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Simply the perpetual tension he always seemed to have in his body.
"No one knows, as of yet. It's almost like we've all arrived in limbo without work or knowing of whats happening here."
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"And how long have you been here?"
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Came the reply amongst his thick accent, sounding sour and annoyed at the entire concept. "Others have been here longer than I, from what I know of--if only by a few days."
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"What do you know?" He asked simply. Depending on the answer he might explore that possibility of connection.
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He exhaled and gave a glance to the other--he could try to assist, Kadar was right--he needed to make allies somehow. "There are living quarters scattered through and many have come here baring unnatural powers such as the control of shadows like hands. Everyone's skill level is different but it does not seem to hinder things that could be supernatural."
Another breath and he was looking back into the room beyond their own. "As insisted by the spring likely."
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If it was then Harth wouldn't play the game, he'd play around it.
"Can you give me an example? Supernatural powers? Like what?" He'd play naive, give no recognition of the concepts he was all too familiar with. As far as Malik had to know he was just a naive child.
"What types of people are here? And what about that spring? Is it special?"
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Another breath. "There are rumor that the spring provides those with their requests if they are logical but I have yet to try it. That is something I am not willing to touch as of yet. I don't like asking the unknown for favors, I feel one would find themselves in debt."
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So that was something to consider. "It's possible. You'd expect there would be a price on something like that, but I'll chance it."
He smiled softly, an indifferent smile and curious as well. "Shadows. Tell me about them."
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He continued on. "The shadows I only saw from one woman. She seemed to control them as she would hands and they bent to her will."
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"Thanks." He spoke with a dry tone, shrugging his shoulders while he stepped back against the wall to look once again at the people a the table.
"A woman..." Interesting. A witch. Sounded like it at the very least. "What's your impression? Magic?"
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"It seems like they were not the only one."
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"Others who can do the same? Or something else?"
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"My recommendation is simply keep a weary eye out."
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"Thank you." He said dryly with a mock politeness. "You've been very helpful..." Name?
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A pause. "And you are?"
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A pause and he looked back once before he continued on his path, out of the area and onward into the maze of the castle.
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Malik? He was a possibility. His lack of an arm made him vulnerable, yet there was a sense that he shouldn't underestimate the man. There were layers to him, and whatever talents he had he was not going to demonstrate so easily. He'd have to keep an eye out for him.
"See ya' around, Mal." He said once Malik was out of earshot. He'll be sure of that.