Fantasy The City of Myths

[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Rosaria smiled as he pulled out her chair for her to sit down on, "Thank you Mortimer." Sitting down she watched him remove his gloves and set them aside, along with his hat and scarf. He looked more relaxed now that he didn't have to protect himself from the sunlight. Seemingly the elf stared at him, taking in all the details that were usually hidden when outside. Which were the only times they ran into each other.

Though when she realized that she was indeed staring her cheeks dawned a light shade of pink. "Sorry," she chuckled out of embarrassment, "I didn't mean to stare. You just look more relaxed is all." When her chuckling stopped though her hands slowly dropped to her lap, "But what I want to ask is what your childhood was like. The younger you before you came to be a vampire."
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[The Fabulous Emerald]

Cattris comes up to him and says" Sorry to interrupt meditation but i'd like to rent some cooking for the week of course i know i have to sign for them so whenever ready". He then goes silent and looks around for a minute at the books in line of his sight and gently smiles' wow this place is so vast i feel like i could spend a day in here, i'll take her here next time so we can look through some books together'.

Surprisingly, however, Cattris didn't seem to interrupt any meditation. As he approached the front desk, Allalon awoke from his meditation with a calm deep breath, almost as if he anticipated his arrival. After waving his hand, causing the two Artefacts to fade in glow and float gently to his outstretched palms, he looks towards the man who had entered. "Well, give me the books (I'm assuming that's what you meant by 'cooking'?) and I'll lend them to you. You wanting them for the entire week?" Allalon didn't seem to mind him scouring the nearby books - after all, that was the purpose of the library.

 

[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
He sat, and laughed lightly as she turned pink. "It's quite alright. You can stare as long as you want. After all, taking photographs is out the question." Voltaire replied in amusement. However her question caused him to pause, thinking back. "Well, I hated school like any child and I was a podgy little thing before I started to slim out in my teenage years. I had seven siblings, four died of smallpox, one of scarlet fever. Myself and two sisters were left unscathed. I was a middle child really, but I ended up becoming the only male able to inherit my fathers empire. Which means, I was unhappily married at twenty-two, with a woman I despised. The two of us had no children, she was unable to. My father begged the church for divorce, but we were catholics you see. Even so, I escaped that home situation and went to America, to fight for the King against the rebels. My first mistake." He sighed. "The family name ended with me. I went under many aliases after that." Mortimer met her eyes again.

"I had a good childhood. Not that children see much but the best. But I do remember one summer I was convinced I'd fallen in love with one of the farmers daughters. Now, what we did in her father's barn shall remain history - but lets just say he chased me out of there with a pitchfork and I never saw her again. I also lost a belt, one boot and a shirt."​

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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

The elf sat and listened to Mortimer's story of his past. Saddened when he told her out of his seven siblings only two of his sisters lived. Though she was secretly happy that he had not contracted any life threatening diseases during his childhood. But from there it seemed to only get worse. Sure gaining his father's fortune was a plus. But at the cost of being married to a woman he felt no love towards whatsoever. And not even able to have children of his own before fleeing into war. Now she understands Mortimer a bit better when it comes to certain things.

Though when she heard his story about him and a farmer's daughter she couldn't help but to smile and laugh a bit, "You managed to lose all that?" When Rosaria's laughter ceased she was left smiling. "Well I'm glad to hear you had a good childhood, even having fun running from a farmer," her was soft and sincere when she spoke to the man of many centuries.
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[Scarlett-Wulf]

Rengal swiftly turns on his heal and reaches out and catches her and says" my my what a mischievous boy you are snow but yes i'm a man off my word, and i don't mean to be rude but till she can hold her liquor i would watch the amount she drinks, yes she can glare and scowl at me all she wants but if one is too messed up to even walk what good is that to them in the long run". He gently puts her over his shoulder because having to keep supporting her by holding her up would just be far to much hassle and if she does puke it would end up on the ground and not him. ' i'll probably get slapped for this but i'm worried about her and it would be a shame to see such a pretty face and good figure just go to mush'.

Raven closed her eyes not fighting the notion of being carried. “Just don’t bounce me a lot” she said as her face flushed red and her hand covered her mouth. Trying to hold in whatever was in her stomach before she soon passed out.

“If you think I’m mischievous you should see her when she’s drunk, she’s very touchy deeply and relaxed” snows own face turning red after tempering what she had done to him the night before

 

[Tsutarji]

(hmm Lilly would it be ok if i joined?)

 

[Leo Radomir]

Raven closed her eyes not fighting the notion of being carried. “Just don’t bounce me a lot” she said as her face flushed red and her hand covered her mouth. Trying to hold in whatever was in her stomach before she soon passed out.

“If you think I’m mischievous you should see her when she’s drunk, she’s very touchy deeply and relaxed” snows own face turning red after tempering what she had done to him the night before

Surprisingly, however, Cattris didn't seem to interrupt any meditation. As he approached the front desk, Allalon awoke from his meditation with a calm deep breath, almost as if he anticipated his arrival. After waving his hand, causing the two Artefacts to fade in glow and float gently to his outstretched palms, he looks towards the man who had entered. "Well, give me the books (I'm assuming that's what you meant by 'cooking'?) and I'll lend them to you. You wanting them for the entire week?" Allalon didn't seem to mind him scouring the nearby books - after all, that was the purpose of the library.

The Fabulous Emerald

Catteries gently smiles and then goes to get the books about ten minutes later he returns with them and puts them on the table and hands his library id over and says" i have to sign for them and the book of how long i was here for right and yes a week is how long i would like them for and thanks for getting to me so quickly that saves me a lot of hassle"

Rengal carry's her as gently as possible for a while then when they get there a worker opens the door.and then walks over to the table with the candle and the incense pot and puts the salts in and they start to warm up. Rengal then says" i wouldn't recommend her doing that to me till i get more used to her blood demons magic is on another level and i wouldn't want to badly hurt or kill her by accident".

 

[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
His smile froze somewhat, "Yes, I suppose it was a good childhood." He remarked quietly. "I was stuck in America presumed dead for years. My sisters had children though, and I became a fixture on the family tree." Mortimer cleared his throat."After that, I went travelling with what I had. Africa, Asia, Europe. I met more vampires that way, some from Russia, a cave colony in Cambodia, an entire village frozen in time as if it was walking back into 1500 with the first pilgrims in America. They only spoke middle English mind you. Lovely people though." The vampire pulled a smile. "I went to China during the Opium years and got myself into some deep debts through that addiction. Happened again later on when I met another vampire by the name of Berenice. We had a short dalliance but she got me into as many bad habits as she could before she upped and left. My downfall always appears to be getting into trouble with people I shouldn't." Voltaire inhaled uselessly. Tapping his fingers.

"Let's see, what happened after that? Well, I lived in Russia with those friends I'd met previously and got caught up in the revolution during 1917. Missed the first world war, fortunately. Then during the years of peace, I visited the Middle East and almost got myself killed by hunters. World war two then came around and I joined the French resistance. Only did nights though, due to my condition." Dredging up his memories with a small frown he created a timeline, using a finger on his temple. "For a while, I just remained in France. It was the freedom years, art, wine, everyone coming together to rebuild - it's memorable. The sixties ... I well ... nobody can remember the sixties, we were all on something." He admitted in a chuckle. "Since then, I suppose I've just been travelling. I found this place. And that's the end of that." He exhaled and put his hands flat on the table.

"Tell me about yourself, Rosaria. Come on, let's get that story. I'm sure you won't ramble as much as me." In that moment a waiter approached Mort signalling for just a plain, black coffee. Strong, no sugar. Looking at the elf in the second silence. It was clear his years had been spent on a journey to no destination, with no love but that cold sort found in substances and all the wrong places. This was his settling down in effect, and Rosaria was the only woman to have such profound effect. "I'd love to hear it. Then wonder what I did to attract an educated, entertaining, woman who has no business hanging around lowlives like me."​

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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

There she sat, in wide eyed wonder as she listened to Mortimer's story of his past. It seemed he traveled a lot over the many years. But for some reason he's decided to settle here, in Relic City. But why? That might be another thing she asks of him later. Though she listened through all he went through in his life time, even the few bad habits he's picked up. However her smile didn't waver once as he spoke. Soon enough though it slowly faded just a bit, "My story?"

Before she could start the waiter came by their table. Rosaria politely asked for a cup of green tea, then turned her attention back to Mortimer. With a heavy sigh the halfling began her story.

"I grew up in a small elf community, the closest city that I can remember was about 20 miles away. My father left after I was conceived. My mother was a kind woman. Yet, that's what attracted the demon. Easy prey to break. Alas she fell for his falsehood and web of lies. Believing wholeheartedly that he loved her. Poor woman was left heart broken. But that didn't stop her from loving me, though she never fell for a man again. It was saddening.
It was around the age of five I believe that I started learning about potions and how to heal. However, that didn't stop the other kids from picking on me. Or the adults to from avoiding me and keeping their distance. To them I was the spawn of Satan, the devil's child. Born from hell to bring it upon them."

Rosaria paused as the memories came back to her, but she continued with her tale. "I was shunned by my kind, both. How can such a creature burn things to ashes, yet heal the living and those on the edge? It was madness. So I finished what studies I had there around ten, then fled to the human world. I picked up many books on medicine there and read them. Even some that were similar to the way us elves do things. And thanks to the fast physical maturity we elves have I managed to squeeze myself into a medical school. There I became a doctor about the age of 16. And remembering my mother's stories I managed to find this city. And here is where I've stayed."

Glancing away from him she quietly added, "But I have burned people before.. I got beat up pretty bad once, I was out of options.. but those burns would stay with those kids forever..."
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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
He nodded in understanding, leaning forward with the most intense look in his eyes, hanging off every word she uttered. Although, it caused an odd bubble of anger in his chest. The kind which was useless now, yet it was furious at the community which abandoned her. Clearing his throat, he arched his brow. "Is she still alive? Your mother?" He questioned gently. Considering how she phrased it, Mortimer was somewhat mourning for the girl. Knowing his own mother had abandoned him with the nannies, to hear such a heartfelt relationship made him saddened to think it might've ended.

The vampire reached over, placing his hand over hers. Stroking the back of her palm. "Then they deserved them. As much as they scarred you, making you so afraid of yourself, you scarred them. Physical, mental, the only difference is we can hide one and not the other." Voltaire sat back somewhat. "I've seen things I will always see, and no matter what psychologist tries, they will never remove that. Nor can a surgeon ever remove those burns. It's a brand, and a brand they got rightfully." He was insulted they would dare touch her. No matter how long ago it was. Insulted - that they would turn her lively skin black and blue. ​

Mortimer touched her cheek, ever so gently. "I can't imagine it without getting furious." He murmured. Of course, how many times had he sent someone home with a set of bruises and broken arm? Yet he swore to himself it was different. Swore that he wasn't the bullies in her story, he was the one who'd break them in half. Alas, was that for better or worse?​

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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

"I," she hesitated, then sighed, "I'm unsure... I have not heard from or seen her in about seven years now.. For all I know the heartbreak of me leaving could have been the end of her..... But she understood my choices even though she did not like them." Feeling his hand on hers she looked up from the tile flooring of the café. His light stroking was rather soothing as he told her that is was only fair what had happened. In a way she believed he was right.

But when Rosaria watched and felt his hand on her cheek she looked him in the eye. Hearing him say that what happened to her made him mad made her smile a bit. Though her eyes were still a bit sad. "I'm sorry Mortimer," she mumbled in reply, "I didn't mean for you to get angry." Tilting her head a bit more she rubbed her cheek against his cold hand, this made her smile grow a bit.
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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
"No, it's a good thing. A stupid, good thing." He remarked, furthermore cradling her face as she rubbed her cheek into his palm. "It just means I'll be ready if something happens to you." Mortimer gave a slight grin. Although he knew, if it did ever happen again, he'd beat their skulls concave. But he could barely think of anything else other than the face which leant into his hand. A comfortable silence rested after that, Mortimer searching her eyes in an almost trance-like state till the waiter interrupted awkwardly. Causing Voltaire to sit back, rubbing over the fingertips which held Rosaria's features to experience the lingering warmth.
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Coffee set down in front of him, the doctor her tea, Mortimer smiled and thanked politely. Returning his sheepish, amused expression to that of hers. "I have a bad habit of wanting to touch you and make sure you're not part of my imagination. Not that I have the imagination for you -- far beyond it." Mortimer picked up his cup and sipped decisively on the beverage. "Either that or my hands just seem to gravitate against my wish."​

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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

As her smile got a bit bigger she softly replied, "I guess that means I won't have to train as much if I can depend on you to help me when you can." It was kind of nice actually, knowing that Mortimer would be there to protect her if the need arose. At least for now she did not have to worry about anything bad happening to her. When their drinks came Rosaria's blue eyes glanced down at the mug to see the light green, almost yellow, content that it held. But they moved back up at as she felt the vampire's cold hand slowly slip from her face. Causing the rubbing of his palm to cease.

"I don't think it's a bad habit," Rosaria told him softly, "But you have nothing to worry about. I'm not a spirit or a figure of your imagination." Picking the mug with both hands she brought it to her lips and a gave a gently blow. Then took a sip. "It might be both. Your unconscious thoughts might take a hold of your hands, thus causing such actions."
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[Scarlett-Wulf]

Surprisingly, however, Cattris didn't seem to interrupt any meditation. As he approached the front desk, Allalon awoke from his meditation with a calm deep breath, almost as if he anticipated his arrival. After waving his hand, causing the two Artefacts to fade in glow and float gently to his outstretched palms, he looks towards the man who had entered. "Well, give me the books (I'm assuming that's what you meant by 'cooking'?) and I'll lend them to you. You wanting them for the entire week?" Allalon didn't seem to mind him scouring the nearby books - after all, that was the purpose of the library.

The Fabulous Emerald

Catteries gently smiles and then goes to get the books about ten minutes later he returns with them and puts them on the table and hands his library id over and says" i have to sign for them and the book of how long i was here for right and yes a week is how long i would like them for and thanks for getting to me so quickly that saves me a lot of hassle"

Rengal carry's her as gently as possible for a while then when they get there a worker opens the door.and then walks over to the table with the candle and the incense pot and puts the salts in and they start to warm up. Rengal then says" i wouldn't recommend her doing that to me till i get more used to her blood demons magic is on another level and i wouldn't want to badly hurt or kill her by accident".

“She is a vampire, but I think she will be okay once she has gotten something to eat, if I may ask what is your name?” Snow stood by his master, jumping up he turned back into a cat and curled up ontop of Raven’s chest. “I wouldn’t want her to not repay you for your kindness after all” chuckling knowing very well how Raven would be once she wasn’t sick anymore. “Oh and don’t try anything while she’s like this or I’ll claw your eyes out, literally “

 

[Texangamer]

Rebecca

She was waking up from her nap as she just yawned she looked at her marks in the mirrow as she sighed as she put her scarf on as she noticed her master and snow was gone as she looked around' hm i wonder they are maybe the workshop she just went outside wearing sunglasses as she smiled just walking around as she was still a little sleepy' okay where is master i need to find her she must be cranky' she thought as she just yawned having headphones in her ears listening to some music she knew her master hated her cause she was human Scarlett-Wulf

Nichole

She just finished on of her lesons with a student as she was tired she just picked up her guartir as she looked around as she saw a workshop with a boy as she just looked at him as she just put down her gurtar as she smiled" okay i'll help you out" she say as she smiled looking around as she followed him to the kitchen as she was ready cook" so what we doing here anyways to cook something and yeah i'm a demon" she say smiling" and a dream walker" she told him Leo Radomir​

 

[The Fabulous Emerald]

Catteries gently smiles and then goes to get the books about ten minutes later he returns with them and puts them on the table and hands his library id over and says" i have to sign for them and the book of how long i was here for right and yes a week is how long i would like them for and thanks for getting to me so quickly that saves me a lot of hassle"

Allalon smiles as he pulls the books requested for by Cattris towards him. After looking at the spine of the various books, he pulls out a thick, leatherbound dossier full of all the different withdrawals and other various information relating to the books he is in charge of. After writing down the number written on the spines of the books, he jots down the end date and book number in the dossier before slamming it shut and locking it back up in the safe where it was held. Shortly after, he pulls out a piece of parchment with some writing equipment, and points to a dotted line. "Sign here, please. It's just to show you understand that if you don't return the books on time you will be fined late fees. It also states that if you don't return the book at all, or if it returned damaged, you will be fined much greater fees and face possible bans. After all", Allalon says, clearly bored with the practiced speech he has to say to every user of the library, "the library is a privilege, not a right."

 

[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
"I'll make sure that one day, you won't have to lift a finger again. Although ... I might get in my own trouble so we'll say almost never lift a finger again." Mortimer humorously replied. Yet he inclined his head. Following her gaze with those smouldering redwood irises. "Then I know what my subconscious wants." He flickered his attention back to the coffee and took a long sip from it's black depths. Eyes closing only momentarily to savour the taste. Rinsing the aftertaste of metallic, coppery blood from his mouth.

"Don't you think, for such a quiet place as Relic City, there's always something iffy going on?" He questioned. A lax frown encompassed his brow before smiling. "Strange characters coming and going, staying amongst it all. Things at night which move. A human must be terrified out their wits to move here, I swear on what's holy." Voltaire chuckled, a rich, melodic thing that caused his shoulders to shake.​

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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Rosaria chuckled at his comment, "Well if you have any trouble come to me and I'll help you to the best of my abilities." Then with a small smile she added, "Even if it means I must take a life in order to ensure your safety." With that she looked down at the mug in her hands before taking a long sip from her tea. The bittersweet taste of it was enjoyable to her, the brew was a little less that perfect in her opinion. But it was still good.

Setting the ceramic mug down on the table gently she looked at Mortimer when he spoke. He did have a point, there were a few mysterious characters that came and went. "Yeah, it is a bit iffy. Especially around night time. Makes a bit startled if I end up getting an emergency phone call in the middle of the night from a patient," she admit a bit embarrassed. Though his comments on the humans made her chuckle, "At least there aren't so many of them. Besides, the barrier keeps those who aren't 'special' out and away from this place." The elf watched Mortimer laugh, it warmed her to see that he was enjoying himself. Her blue eyes flicked towards her mug that sat on the table. Picking it up she drank the last few sips of what it held.
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[Leo Radomir]

Allalon smiles as he pulls the books requested for by Cattris towards him. After looking at the spine of the various books, he pulls out a thick, leatherbound dossier full of all the different withdrawals and other various information relating to the books he is in charge of. After writing down the number written on the spines of the books, he jots down the end date and book number in the dossier before slamming it shut and locking it back up in the safe where it was held. Shortly after, he pulls out a piece of parchment with some writing equipment, and points to a dotted line. "Sign here, please. It's just to show you understand that if you don't return the books on time you will be fined late fees. It also states that if you don't return the book at all, or if it returned damaged, you will be fined much greater fees and face possible bans. After all", Allalon says, clearly bored with the practiced speech he has to say to every user of the library, "the library is a privilege, not a right."

“She is a vampire, but I think she will be okay once she has gotten something to eat, if I may ask what is your name?” Snow stood by his master, jumping up he turned back into a cat and curled up ontop of Raven’s chest. “I wouldn’t want her to not repay you for your kindness after all” chuckling knowing very well how Raven would be once she wasn’t sick anymore. “Oh and don’t try anything while she’s like this or I’ll claw your eyes out, literally “

Cattirst does as he's told and then puts the books in the bag and then closes the back and heads out of the library, ' well duh i've been come to the library for years if i didn't know that much i'd be a fool but it's easier to let them ramble sometimes'. Some where in town he's looking for somewhere to eat since he forgot to eat breakfast this morning, sometimes people watching just for the fun of it (Open for interaction)

Rengal turns around and says" i'm rengal and that's not what i meant before snow what i meant is i don't react well to being snuck up on, but in anycase i'll go and start the food, if you have any question about the items and such ask one of the workers". Rengal is about to head to the kitchen when he spots a girl with a guitar and leans in and says" your blood smells different to mine but there's something about you i'm curious about so leave your instrument with one of the girls and come to the kitchen". Texangamer

Bennie knocks on the door of the doctors house and says" i'm sorry to interrupt but i need more medical supplies for my pet store i'm Bennie the owner of lucky pets".

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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
"Start promising things like that, and you may have to kill an army." He smirked playfully, nevertheless, he was touched by her words. "But when you start talking like that, you're - God - I could just kiss you." He pulled his fingertips into a loose fist and sighed pulling in the faction to overlap his neck. It was clear, Mortimer wasn't afraid to confess much concerning romance. Refreshingly straightforward to an extent.

"Ah, you're on call through the night." Mortimer nodded to himself somewhat. "You better be careful. I can't be losing you so early on to things like me." Voltaire gave her particular look that was almost a demand to not die. Odd, but caring all the same.

Leaning upon his hand momentarily whilst she spoke, he began swigging his coffee, moving his fingertips to push back any loose strands of that ebony, black hair. "Mm, humans are daft little things. Can't comprehend much - and even then, I have to remind myself I was one of them." Mortimer grinned. Putting his empty mug down gently upon the table - turning it just correctly so the handle faced outward. Glancing up, he checked the time. "When do you have to be back?" He questioned. His voice somewhat quieter, as if he didn't really want her to go, but knowing it was only right of him to make sure she wasn't late.

"After your work, we could-" He cleared his throat. "Do something tonight? If you're not tired. Just a walk would be good enough for me. Something to say goodnight by." Mortimer smiled. ​

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"Then an army I shall go through," she replied, her tone a bit dramatic. Though with what she had just said, and Mortimer saying that he could just kiss her at the very moment, made Rosaria giggle rather happily. A kiss did not sound bad, but she kept that to herself. Her lips grew to a smile as she looked at him with a tiny blush. But when Mortimer spoke of not wanting to lose her so quickly if she had to go out for a night call she could hear it in his voice. That he was serious about, a demand that her death not come so quickly. "I swear to you, Mortimer, that I will be safe," her words were like a vow, and she herself was serious.

When the vampire asked when she needed to get back to work, Rosaria pouted a bit, "Soon, I have a patient that I have to meet in half an hour." A part of her did not want to leave, strange. This never happened before, but then again she had never found someone that she felt attached to like this. However the elf knew that her work was important to the community and that came first. Though upon hearing Mortimer's offer on meeting up after her last patient her mood changed, pout now a smile. "I'd love to."
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[Texangamer]

Nichole

She just looked at him as she smiles putting down her guitar as she walked with him she didn't know why she followed him she didn't know him she just was in the kitchen" um.... do I know you from somewhere sir" she says as she was braiding her hair she was nervous she just looked at him trying to think who he was Leo Radomir​

 

[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
"I'm liking this theatrical side." He added, at her dramatic almost theatrical tone considering armies and him. However, the moment she giggled, he could've dropped dead all over again. If she'd wandered up out of the blue, he'd of thought her to be an angel with a voice like that. So soft and warm, her lips mesmerising as she pronounced words with a roll and smile. Occasionally frowning in such a way it made her features crease - only serving to make her pretty face prettier. He was blank until the last word of that sentence "-safe,". Voltaire nodded. "Yes, well, I get odd about things like that. I'm one of those - creatures, which could get you killed."

He sighed. Half an hour seemed so short. But his mood instantaneously lifted at the agreement to do something later on. Till a moment later his expression twisted somewhat. "What about that girl, Isabelle? Would she be alright alone for the evening?" Mortimer then waved his hand. "Apart from that, should I meet you at yours? Say sometime around six? Sunset." He suggested, tilting his head. Evidently, the night was his preferred time of day. Nonetheless, he then smiled. "It wouldn't hurt to get your details whilst I'm at it either."

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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Rosaria nodded slightly to his statement about he himself being of the same species that could kill her, "But I have the capacity to kill. You taught me that much. I will not be brought down so easily." Noticing the vampire's expression change to joy she smiled. But it soon faded when he brought Isabelle. And he did make a good point. What was she going to do? "Well I took place of Hassan earlier this morning and filed all the necessary paperwork regarding Isabelle that I can remember him mentioning. Though it still has to be processed everything should be on file. Including that restraining order on her parents," with a sigh she ran her fingers through her hair, "It was a miracle that I somehow managed to pull that off. But I guess when you're dealing with the city's go to doctor you have to pull some strings here or there. Unless they don't want your help when they need it."

Hearing him give a time and a suggested location to meet she smiled, "That works for me." When he asked about her details the elf pondered the word for a moment before coming up with the idea of what he meant. So pulling out a her small notebook and a pen from her satchel she wrote down her address and phone number. Just in case he ever needed to call her. Carefully ripping the paper out she handed it to Mortimer with a smile.
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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
"Everybody has the capacity to kill, darling. Others are just naturally inclined." He remarked sadly. Watching her expression take the same rollercoaster as his, from smiles to frowns to the quirky tilt of lips. "See? You're more sly than I would've known at first glance. Using your position to throw around some authority, now that - is what one calls being clever." Mortimer sat back with low-lidded eyes, watching her from beneath his lashes before shutting them momentarily with a slow nod. "Good. I'll see you tonight then." He reopened his lids and took the piece of paper she'd scribed her details into. Noting the cursive of her handwriting. Taking a napkin off the table, and a pen from his breast pocket, Voltaire wrote his own contact information down in handwriting one only saw in museums. Tightly coiled, and flowing to the extent it could've been the Queen herself writing a letter. "Can you read it? People often get a little mixed up. It's not like it used to be." He laughed lightly.

Of course, Mortimer disliked the idea of a mobile phone. As a vampire of his age would, but there was a home phone at least. And where else would a vampire be during the day? "I'm often free, so don't worry about disturbing anything." He mused openly. "I'm not a big fan of sleeping to pass the time. Not a Dracula type, unfortunately." Then again, there was nobody there. It seemed useless unless you were dedicated to sleeping beside someone else.The vampire tucked that little scrap of paper in his jacket comfortably and smiled at very slight warmth which remained. Vanishing quickly in his hands.

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