[Auction 2014] Books and Things - TobaisCorbin

[Mora]

She held the mug within the palms of her hands and nodded her head. What much else could be done? It seemed the man in front of her was having some trouble adjusting to life as a vampire. Perhaps she could help him, give him a few pointers –if his sire hasn’t already done so. Pushing her power onto the man, she gave him a quick appraise she found out his path, and who his sire was. She gave a smile of acknowledgment and turned her attention back to the man.

• ”Your poor thing.”

She said, as she listened. The man was a necromancer much like her Judas was. The path of death, as she liked to call it. She gave off a light chuckle.

• ”I am sure the cat is fine dear. You can boost your own blood, right? Though, what sort of necromancy did you do as a human, did you try it – and it failed? Or did you actually accomplish it. Which is fascinating really. Were you a voodoo person by any chance?”

Mora was a curious woman, always thirsting for knowledge as she brought the mug to her lips and took a swig. Letting the thick liquid run down her road, satisfying her thirst for blood.

[TobaisCorbin (DELETED 5748)]

He sighs and the contently light in his eyes seems to fade. He sets the mug softly on the side table and slowly stands up, rising to his full height of six and a half feet tall. He fishes his hands deep into his coat as he slowly walks to the wall beside the chair and leans against it, he takes out a battered and worn notebook and pen and holds them close as he scribbles in it, the pen scratching softly against the page.

"Yes...it was one of the first things i learned. it has saved my...life, many times" he says awkwardly unsure if that was the right word. "However my research into the subject has progressed quickly into reanimation, of both vampires and the walking dead" He says with a hint of pride in his voice. "I am currently researching the communication and combat of wraiths and ghosts in the material plain. My mate is..haunted by spirits, as is my beloved mother. It pains me to have such mastery over death and continue to allow them to endure such constant torment. It makes me question my use...question why i am here still." He hears her next question and sighs.

His pen stops and he slowly closes the journal, he tucks it away as his long legs carry him back to the chair. His fingers close around the mug and he stares down into it as he considers well his next words.

Seeming to at last decide on something he sets the mug back down and takes out his wallet, he fishes out an old picture from it and hands it to her. It was of a young woman, she was beautiful, raven black hair, brilliant blue eyes that were shining with laughter as she tried to hide from whatever camera has captured her. "That is...Crystal, she was my wife before i died. It was her i tried to bring back, i refused to accept that she was gone. Three years of my human life were dedicated to learning how to do it." He picks up his mug and drinks deeply, the fluid calming his frayed nerves. "I did bring her back...as the walking dead, she attacked me. It was the last time i ever saw her. When beloved mother jumped in front of me, refused to let me perish and return to her side" He says motioning to the picture with one hand.

[Mora]

She listened intently as she let the man tell her his story. She watched him curiously with her forest green eyes as he walked to the wall and begins to write within the pages of a worn, battered journal. She takes this time to pull out her mobile and check the time. Only to find she has a text message from Judas. He wants her to raid. She fires a quick text back to him. ’Be there in ten.’ she places the cellular device in her pocket and nods her head, uncrossing her legs as she folds her hands neatly into centre of her lap. She takes the photo he offers her and smiled at it.

• “She is very pretty.”

She said, with a nod of agreement. He seemed like such a lovely person. She grabbed her sticky note pad from the desk and began to jot down her own number, unsure if the man kept her number when she previously text him. She stood up and hugged Tobais.

• “I am sorry to cut this short, but my partner and childer would like me to join them on a raid. I must go with them, to try and beat the other teams that may be racing to get to the top of the building. There is my number, please text me anytime when you want to hang out, or talk. My door is always open. Oh, and my human friend Ophelia will show you out when you are ready to leave.”

She gave the man another quick hug and teleported out of the room and joined Judas at the front of the raid building. Looking forward to the next time she met Tobais.