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Day 27: Library
Libraries, he'd found, were rarely as dull as people made them out to be. Though he felt no magic in these tomes, they were still full of useful information. Maybe some of them could tell him a little bit more about this world he'd landed himself in.
For that matter, why hadn't he run into any of the others yet? They'd all been fairly close together when they'd left Rekord, but he hadn't seen a trace of any of them. He was able to communicate easily with the people here though, which led him to believe Mokona was within a mile or so. Unless the ones running this little game had some other way to let all these other-worldly people communicate amongst themselves. In which case, the others could be very far away indeed.
The library had that wonderful smell of old books, and Fai traced his fingers along the shelves, skimming titles and pulling books that struck his fancy. Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz, The War of the Worlds, and with a smile, he found Bram Stoker's Dracula as well. Raven had been telling the truth then, in spite of his own lies. Ought to be a good start. He sat leisurely at one of the tables and began flipping through his selections.
[waiting for Tamaki~]
For that matter, why hadn't he run into any of the others yet? They'd all been fairly close together when they'd left Rekord, but he hadn't seen a trace of any of them. He was able to communicate easily with the people here though, which led him to believe Mokona was within a mile or so. Unless the ones running this little game had some other way to let all these other-worldly people communicate amongst themselves. In which case, the others could be very far away indeed.
The library had that wonderful smell of old books, and Fai traced his fingers along the shelves, skimming titles and pulling books that struck his fancy. Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz, The War of the Worlds, and with a smile, he found Bram Stoker's Dracula as well. Raven had been telling the truth then, in spite of his own lies. Ought to be a good start. He sat leisurely at one of the tables and began flipping through his selections.
[waiting for Tamaki~]
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"Tell me who I'm not, and I can tell you who I am." Hopefully.
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Hands absently clasping behind her back, Diva stepped forward, examining him closely with her impish gaze. Or maybe she wasn't. It was nearly impossible to tell with her; it made her innocent appearance all the more frightening for the average human.
"But you don't taste very good."
By this time, the sedatives were beginning to recede bit by bit.
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"I don't belong to anyone, no." He studied her, then nodded slightly. "We're alike. That's probably what you're feeling."
Yet not enough alike to "taste good", whatever that meant. Kain thought it was probably a good thing.
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But this... something had gotten one part wrong.
"No," said Diva. "We're not alike. Your blood is weak and runny." She giggled, because it was a funny joke to her - his blood seemed strong, but weak at the same time. Familiar but not. Not pure, though. Not even close. Only male, and that was why. "Tell me how you were made. You're weird."
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"I was born," he murmured quietly, setting the book back onto the shelf to slide his hands into his pockets. His back hit the shelves as he settled against them. "Can you make ... whatever it is you're asking about?"
If Diva could, then he had to hope he could keep her interest like enough to convince her it might not be the best idea. If he could.
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Taking another step forward, closing the distance, she scrutinized the other through half-closed eyes. Born! Like those things. The things Amshel could create with her blood, those puppet toys. She could only think of this one in those terms, as he was different from Chiropterans, and yet lower than her Chevaliers. "My blood creates everything, from the weak ones to Chevaliers. Everybody like us knows that, don't they. Pure blood is the only kind that creates."
Another step, and a pace to his right, like someone looking in at a twittering bird caught in a cage.
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Kain let out a sigh, shrugging slightly, body otherwise still. "I wasn't created by blood. I was little. Then I grew. There are different ways to create things."
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But the other one tasted better; he was afraid and at the prime of emotion.
A long moment passed before Diva gave what could only be described as a near smirk. Amshel would be snippy if she created too many Chevaliers out of the same place, and if she had to pick between this one and the other, it would be the other. Dropping her hand, she clasped it neatly behind her back again, and twirled around. "You're still growing. You'll be old and dead at this rate. That's so boring."
Now that everything seemed over and done with, it was a nice time to eat. She still had to find Amshel and a dress. Not necessarily in that order.
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Fear and anger jockeyed for position as she turned, feelings that had been slowly boiling ever since he had woken up in a strange room alone. But in the end Kain felt those emotions calm. He just didn't have the sort of personality to maintain either for long.
When he spoke his tone was neutral and even. "You're wrong."
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So she wasn't wrong about anything. That answered it all.
She appeared to think for a moment, looking back and forth around the room, and then at the bookshelves, and back to the occupants again. Diva smiled. "But there are so many tasty people to eat. At least you won't go hungry. There are just so many people to try."
Like that boy...
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For a very long moment he wished Gang Leader was here so he could deal with Diva instead. But he wasn't. It was just Kain, trying to make sense of this strange, dangerous woman when he was starting to feel exhausted.
He looked sincerely pained as he spoke, at least making the effort to keep his voice quiet. "No, there aren't a lot of people to "try". Not for you, or for me. You can't attack people randomly, and definitely not en masse."
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And she knew that he was not the same, but still similar in that he preyed on the humans.
"Why not?"
For someone like Diva, hearing such words spawned an immediate sense of curiosity. Was there something wrong with the people?
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Kain wondered exactly what to say to explain why it was a bad idea to attack humans indiscriminately. Was it even his right to tell a pureblood what she couldn't do?
He sighed and lifted one hand to rake his hair back. "We're in a strange place. We don't know what the people in charge are capable of doing. If you stand out, then you'll draw attention to yourself and something bad could happen to you. For now it'd be better to blend in, and to do that you can't attack people randomly."
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Mmm, to leave would be nice... But~
"But where am I? Did Amshel say to be good? I woke up not long ago and everyone was gone... and then these awful humans put a needle in me again. Oh, and then there was this man..." She turned back, an abrupt pivot on her heel. "So?"
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Whatever the case, he had to make sure she wouldn't attack someone randomly.
"It's a bad place. A prison called Landel's. Anything the humans -- the ones with the needles -- tell you isn't true. Amshel ... Amshel said to be good." Or Amshel would say for Diva to be good, if he were here and had any intelligence whatsoever. "If you stay good, the awful humans won't use those needles on you." He hesitated, then went on. "When the sun sets, though, there are monsters. Things that don't wear these uniforms." He plucked at his shirt to illustrate what he meant by "uniform". "Those things you can hurt."
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Then Diva smiled to herself, squeezing her eyes shut briefly and giving her face a cherubic sense of innocent amusement before she opened them again.
She was more shrewd than a typical child, and that made her more of a danger.
"You know, an easier way to stop those awful humans is to just kill them," said Diva. It was hard to tell whether she was being her usual ambivalent self, or mocking. Ne, Kain, what are you going to do when you get hungry?"
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Kain ignored the question about what he would do when he got hungry, because he was sure he could feed without attracting attention. He wouldn't hesitate when the time came.
He looked tired as he tilted his head back against the shelf. "Don't play games, Diva. At least not with me. Not here. There's enough to figure out without trying to understand you, too."
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Once her giggling had faded to a soft hum, she glanced up at Kain from underneath her eyelashes. "Hmmm... there's nothing to understand. They'll take you when you're least expecting it, hold you down and experiment on you until you scream, torture and drug you, make you fight for your life, then they'll kill you. It's all very simple."
Breaking the serious facade with which she'd spoken, Diva giggled again.
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His eyes shut as he relaxed, smiling humorlessly. "They won't kill. Not on purpose anyways. They wouldn't go through the effort of getting us all here just to let us die. But the rest sounds about right."
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"Chevaliers shall make better sacrifices." She smiled sweetly at that. "I don't need humans; I'll use them to make something better."
But 'us', now? There was no 'us'. It was her, the humans, and these strange ones that were neither kind of her children. Nothing mattered beyond that, because she was wake and free, and the only instrument that could grievously harm her was not here.
From his turn of speech, however, Diva made a quick assumption and turned back on Kain, attention temporarily pricked again. If he had been here awhile, he had to know something - or he wouldn't run at the mouth as he did, all authoritative. "Hey tell me! Where can I get my dress?"
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"They probably destroyed the clothing we were wearing when they took us." He didn't think they'd keep useless articles of clothing anyways. "If they kept them then they're on the second floor." They wouldn't keep anything useful on the first floor within easy reach.
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She expressed this considerable displeasure with a pout.
"What else do you know? Where have all my Chevaliers gone to?" If she had found him, then he would have been able to sense them in turn. The look in his eye when she had approached was proof enough that he could at least tell that.
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"But I don't know for sure. You could use the bulletin board in the room outside of this one. People use it for getting in touch with people they know." Kain hadn't gotten to see it in any great detail for himself yet. His nurse tended to move fast and seemed to expect him to do the same.
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Perplexed, she said, "I can't," as thought it should be obvious.
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"I'll keep an eye on it, then, and maybe tomorrow write something for you. We can go over the basics of how to write, if you want." Both were completely honest offers. He couldn't imagine not being able to read, write, or both.
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