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Lord Dosise stood in front of a bookshelf in the school's library. He had washed the gray out of his hair and wore the clothes the he used to wear as Enoch. He was searching the whole place for anything that could give him answers on Stacy's illness. He couldn't deal with the fact he might lose her. His red cloak was much lighter than his new one, but the old claws reminded him of his past.
He had broken in early that night and had searched without success till the light began to shine through the large windows. He had gone through about half of the entire library. 'Just a little more, has to be here somewhere.' he thought as he put another book back onto the shelf.
Post by Namari Lovelle on Nov 24, 2011 7:21:37 GMT -5
Namari patrolled each of the school's hallways, one by one. It was dark, and yet calming. She was walking through the school because they had requested it be watched, as they have had a number of different break-in's in the past. Gladly accepting, Namari cracked her knuckles, believing no one would be in the school. Or so she thought.
One of her ears twitched, and she looked into the doorway of the school's library. The moving of books... she thought, as she quietly crept through the bookshelves. Probably a book worm, trying to get in more study time... One more turn, and she saw a man with a red cloak. Her mouth hung open, before she shut it and leaned up against the wall.
"...You are the trickster, arent you? Smart, making us believe you were dead...though we still had our doubts." Namari shrugged. Looking him over, she asked, "I'm not going to attack, I just want to know what you are doing here."
Enoch had heard the steps of some approaching. He hadn't expected someone as threatening as Namari, but he would not leave yet. So far he had found nothing and that wasn't acceptable. "I tried..... I honestly can say that I made my mistakes. I mean Steele knew." he kept searching without looking at her. He shut another book and placed it back on the shelf before turning to her. Although you wouldn't be able to see it with his hood, his eyes were red and wet. "I am doing a little studying is all."
Post by Namari Lovelle on Nov 24, 2011 16:08:14 GMT -5
"Studying, ehh? I can see that...on what?" she walked over to the man, looking over the books. He seemed to pose no threat, so Namari didnt think twice on arresting him at that moment.
Post by Namari Lovelle on Nov 26, 2011 9:40:44 GMT -5
Namari pursed her lips, seeing the desperation in the man's face. She looked through the book she was holding, but found nothing related to all of the symptoms. Placing the book back, she took another one and began reading again.
"So who are you trying to save?" Namari asked, flipping through the pages quickly.
Enoch smiled a little and almost chuckled, "Please. You must understand that for their safety I cannot say. I am not the most popular person and they may use them to get to me." he placed yet another book back.
"Imurdered an advisor to the king," he laughed,"The main advisor that is, truly he was corrupt, but the murder will cause a full scale riot and possible revolt."
"They shouldn't, most of them will think I was killed. Assuming the rumors reached that far." he walked to the last shelf. This would put him at halfway. There was still another room.
He sighed, "Well, as soon as I am done with this shelf I have a whole other room to look through tomorrow." he said as he slapped himself to stay awake, he hadn't slept much lately. Too many nightmares.
"Nightmares, the man I killed still haunts me in my sleep it seems, and also this." he didn't know why he told Namari this, possibly because he was so tired he wasn't really thinking straight.
Post by Namari Lovelle on Nov 27, 2011 0:41:43 GMT -5
"I've had those kinds of nightmares...they'll eventually go away, but only when you'll let them." She smirked. "And, as for this, I've not seen this person panicking about her death. It is Stacy Thompson, if I am correct? If she does not fear her death, you should try not to either."