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| Dragged through the dirt [P]; Diana Sin | |
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| Topic Started: Mon Jul 25, 2011 3:41 am (417 Views) | |
| Graham Sideas | Mon Aug 1, 2011 2:39 pm Post #31 |
 
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He stood up, one of his undead moving to light a candle to make the room a bit brighter. He hadn't truly had to use the light for some time, the most he would do with the books he kept throughout the place was write in them, but for now he would need the light for his guest. He was quite sure he hadn't learned the skill of reading in the dark, or he assumed that of most humans. They tended to be quite useful in the darkness, as it were. "Now if you want to learn, I must find something that interests you... which century is the first of these.." He approached one of the shelves he had lined on the walls, pulling a large leather-bound book from it with a number inscribed into the binding. He had no real use for reading it, he had to admit that he did use it to teach to his favored of sons. The particular tome that he had chosen was old, bound in leather and not the material he had chosen to bind his more previous works of record-keeping. The woman didn't seem the type for the arts of the undead. "Now what would truly spark your interest.." He turned through the pages, wiping a hand over his eyes as he had to read through his own writing. It had been quite some time since he had read more then simple notes on a design for one of his undead, these specifically written to be much more detailed, meant to keep every ounce of his work and life kept to writing. Something that he was doing for the sake of recording everything he learned, ensuring that if he were to die none of his pursuits for nothing. He turned the page to find images drawn on them, most predominant one of a man with his chest cavity open. The tome was from over a century ago, when Graham had just gotten his nose on the trail of necromancy. This was when he first began to try and deduce how the human body worked. He sometimes wondered if he had chosen a different path, what his research would have opened up for the world. It was far too late for him to think of different paths, of course, but it never hurt to truly dream. A smile crossed over his face as he turned the page, many of them afterwards being descriptions of different bodies he took apart, making notes of differences in men and women as well as theorized functions of the body parts he found within. He wouldn't do an autopsy on a still-living creature to check his deductions for at least another decade, and he was quite sure that was in another tome entirely. "I suppose this wouldn't do it.. the medical arts associated so closely to necromancy are a little.. convoluted and difficult to wrap one's mind out of. There is actually an organ in the human body that has no use other then exploding and killing them from within from infection. Such inefficient creatures, you lot..." He shook his head, turning another page to find the dissection of a demonic spawn, finding that their innards functioned similarly but mildly different to the mortal counterparts that they shared their humanoid shape. He found this fact odd, even considering doing an autopsy on himself once he achieved immortality. Useless, of course, since his body was no longer functioning and most of it truly wasn't his for the longest time. He bit his tongue for a moment, turning the page again.. such odd things he paid little mind after they become obsolete... he supposed these pages could be burned, at least the theory ones. Or maybe he should keep them for the purpose of looking at mistakes? The undead shrugged to himself as he closed the tome, pushing it aside and pulling another off of the shelf as well as he could without moving from his chair. So many things that a man could simply forget to remember... |
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| Diana Sin | Mon Aug 1, 2011 7:15 pm Post #32 |
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Diana sat and watched and listened to him as he looked through the books for something that would interest her. Of course, he spent a good bit of time just looking at books that didn't just to make sure they wouldn't interest her and then moving on to the next one. Diana had found it best not to talk much, and just listen a little. A few hours later though and Diana found herself laying in her seat more then sitting in it. She could not resist the urge to sleep forever, and eventually she did. She dreamed of Emily again. By now the dreams were no longer just her memories replied, and her imagination had taken the character of Emily and her spiders and made several stories out of them. This particular nightmare had her as a little girl and going over to Emily's house. The house was worn down and creepy. When the Little Dream Diana entered the house she was greeted by a wave of spiders that went over her and wrapped her in a silky web cocoon. And then Emily appeared. The rest of the dream from there was somewhat fuzzy when she awoke. She bid her host goodbye with the excuse that she simply had too much to do to devote herself entirely to learning from him yet. It had not been too bad a stay considering her company, but she knew from her dream she still had things she wanted to do. She wanted to kill certain people who had annoyed her, she wanted to keep increasing her skills in the art of combat over learning book smarts and knowledge of the dead. Perhaps later she would have the time and the patience for it all. |
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