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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 7, 2016 21:25:35 GMT
Angel would show up at the library. It was Tremere territory so he was going to have to be careful about what he did here. First things first. He wanted to know about Sargon.
Walking into the library and see how old it was. He was going to be in here for awhile... At least he liked to read. He would make his way to the desk clerk.
"Hello, I'm here looking for books about a man called Cappadocious. Do you know where I can find books about him?"
He would as politely.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 7, 2016 21:31:49 GMT
The desk clerk was a young woman in professional looking attire, clicking away on her computer. She held up a finger as Angel spoke to her, then used it to push her glasses further up her nose. There was a moment of silence after his request had been made as she looked over whatever information she had up on her bright screen.
"Cappadocius. What time period?" she asked, still not bothering to look at the man.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 7, 2016 22:05:28 GMT
"Uh... All of them?"
If he was going to learn something about someone might as well look up all of it.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 7, 2016 22:43:10 GMT
The woman looked up to peer at him, eyes a sharp, ruby red, over the wire frames of her glasses.
"You're going to have to be specific if you want assistance, young man."
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 7, 2016 22:45:38 GMT
"I'm looking for his life story. The chronicle of his life and his ancestors."
Was that specific enough?
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 7, 2016 22:57:27 GMT
The woman continued to stare at him, her eyes unblinking. It was quite obvious that she thought he might be stupid.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 7, 2016 23:01:04 GMT
Angel rolled his eye and sighed.
"His death and what happened to his family in the years following."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 7, 2016 23:02:11 GMT
"You realize that Cappadocius is a family name taken from one leader to the next, yes?"
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 7, 2016 23:05:34 GMT
Angel rubbed the bridge of his nose. Goddam masquerade...
"I apologize, let me clarify. I need everything you have about that family then please."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 7, 2016 23:07:33 GMT
The woman nodded, clicking away at her computer. She focused her attention back on her computer screen, looking through the information she was able to pull up.
"Upstairs, section 394, row 4."
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 7, 2016 23:12:25 GMT
"Thank you."
Angel would say politely with a smile. It wasn't her fault she was a bitch.
Angel walked up the stairs and to the section she pointed out. He would pursue the isles until he found all the books he needed then he would carry them to a table and sit down to begin reading.
He would start from the book that listed the beginning of the 'Cappadocious line' and read through till the end of the last book. If not interrupted.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 11, 2016 2:39:41 GMT
Up the stairs and at the end of the aisle he had been directed to, was a little nook kept well out of the foot traffic of the library. The closer he came to the wall, the thicker the dust would be, indicating just how rarely anyone came to this area. Yet, curled up on a small, black bean bag chair, was a girl. She could be no older than eighteen and was incredibly, almost uncomfortably, skinny. She wore a black hoodie over her face and hair, clinging to her tiny frame, and shorts that showed off just how pale her legs were.
The only sign of who it was would be the chilling temperature, degrees colder than the lower floor. The closer he came to her, the colder it would feel. The girl, however, seemed completely absorbed in her book, not bothering to look up at him. The cover was fairly plain, but there were lyrics printed on the back. It was a fictional tale, and fairly modern.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 11, 2016 3:13:34 GMT
Angel felt a chill and looked up from his reading, figuring he had gotten all he could for the time being. Then looked over to girl sitting in the corner with a shiver he would put the books back. Then looking at the girl again he would walk over to her, he still had to find the book keeper, if this girl wasn't the one then she might know who was.
"Hey."
Angel would say walking over to her.
"Is it always this cold in this section of the library?"
He would say with a chuckle.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 11, 2016 6:26:51 GMT
As he approached, there was no response from the girl in the beanbag chair. She didn't need to look up from her book to recognize him. All Tremere had the same tainted scent: undead and magic. It disgusted her. She could pick up warlocks from a mile away... and a burning warlock? Miles upon miles away. That scent was forever buried in her nose. The temperature seemed to fall a few more degrees, but it would be a difficult thing to recognize.
"Uh-uh," she murmured, bowing her head a little further to keep the hood from exposing her identity. Her voice wasn't as recognizable when she wasn't being the formal, perfect Prince. Small and wearing clothes that would never be imagined in the closet of Amy O'Connor, it was easy to ignore the signs. With the weather, it was even easy to explain away the gloves she wore on her hands as she turned the page.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 11, 2016 17:45:50 GMT
Angel would relax and take a seat on the ground in front of her. No idea he was talking to the Prince. Resting his head on the book case he would let out a sigh.
"So, what's it like here in the city?"
He asked curiously trying to make small talk.
"I'm new and to be completely honest I've been getting the cold shoulder. I came here for a new life but it seems as though I'm getting punished for it. Is that just how it is here? Or am I just the kind of guy that people like to ridicule?"
As he was speaking he couldn't stop himself from going too far.
"Sorry I don't mean to unload on you all of my problems, I just haven't had anyone to really talk to ya know?"
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